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"Amazing, isn't it?"
The corpse looked at its hands, moving each finger individually.
"What is this? Necromancy?"
War approached the body and put her hand on its shoulder, feeling a faint heat from it.
Now that it was standing before her like that, its features became more visible.
The body looked strong and well-built. Its golden hair was cut short like they do in the military.
If not for the hole in its chest and glowing eyes, it could have passed for a real human.
"Please I haven't felt so low to use such barbaric tools. No, this is all thanks to you. The white mold that you provided to me is the one which allowed me to do this."
The corpse stepped out of the circle and moved to the motionless Darwin.
"Man, I really need to get that hole cowered. It's nasty to look at."
The body turned around and smiled at War.
"You see, the white mold you created has an incredible quality. With the proper application, I can send my mind into this puppet body. The process is quite interesting, through magical par... tic... le...s..."
The light from the corpse's eyes slowly faded away, before it collapsed on the ground, making me scream a little again.
"Oh, I am sorry."
Darwin stood up from his chair and ran to me.
"This is still a prototype, there are a few glitches to be fixed before it could be properly utilized. If you have nothing else to tell me, please leave, my work isn't something a young lady should see."
"...Alright. I just wanted to tell you that tomorrow we are leaving. History has a job for us."
"Fine. Fine. I will be done by tomorrow."
He escorted me to the door, and once I passed it he slammed it shut.
"...Creepy. Are all scientists like that?"
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Once War left, I started laughing.
It started as a chuckle, then it became full-blown mad laughter.
"IDIOT! SHE IS AN IDIOT!"
I jumped off my chair and opened another bottle of alcohol.
"To progress and me!"
I drank the whole thing with one swing then I looked at the corpse.
"Buddy, we are going to places!"
I wasn't lying to War, the white mold was capable of doing what I told her, but it was just a fraction of its abilities.
To put it blankly, this mold was a piece of paper.
Like with any paper you could fold it, write on it, draw on it, and so on.
Such was the multifunctionality of the white mold.
With the right 'writing' on it, its possibilities are limitless.
"Hehe he, this is going to be fun."
I walked to the mirror and shouted into the passage behind it.
"Bring me the materials!"
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