The Genius of Cloning in the Academy City

Chapter 5: The Research Lab – Violet is an Adaptive Creature! (2)

One morning, I woke up in a hospital room, realizing I had been crushed by an air conditioning unit.

When I opened my eyes, I discovered I had become a blonde, red-eyed, beautiful girl (an innocent maiden).

Although there was the minor issue of my identity and certifications being reset, it wasn’t a big deal anymore.

Why? Because I had become the rising star of internet streaming!

“☆Ta-da★ ☆Violet is here!☆ Everyone, Va-hi~!”

└Va-hi~

└Vi-hi!

└Hi

└She’s here!! Violet-chan!!

└Good evening~

└Hola!

I made my debut with no makeup.

The results were phenomenal!

With my adorable appearance and genius content-creating abilities, I quickly gained the love of the world, amassing 10 billion fans!

“Today’s content is ★Breathing Slowly☆! Watch closely~!”

I simply inhaled and exhaled very slowly and deliberately.

The chat window instantly froze under an explosive barrage of messages.

└Are you serious?? Is this real??? Is that even possible??

└WTFWTFWTF

└How can someone breathe that slowly?? She’s not human!!

└OMG She’s breathing!!!!!

└Wowwowwowwow

└I can’t believe my eyes!!!!!!

└LOL

└Violet-chan is the best!

This kind of genius content was exclusively mine!

And so, I conquered the world…!

-Boom!

“Ah!”

“Hey, that’s enough.”

Suddenly, ninjas in white lab coats burst through the ceiling!

“Hey, girl! We’re the Science Ninja Squad. We’ve come for your brain.”

“What?! Ninjas, why?!”

The wicked ninjas rushed at me, pinned my limbs, and used a ninja saw to open my skull!

“Aaaaahhh!”

Then, as if cutting a slice of cake, they took only my frontal lobe and ran away!

“Noooo! My brain! Come back!”

As I sat there sobbing with my head split open, an old man in green clothes and a mask appeared out of nowhere.

“Young lady, why are you crying?”

“Sniff… The bad ninjas stole my brain and spine… Huaaah…”

The old man looked at me pitifully and took out a squishy, purple blob from his pocket.

“Tsk tsk, such a shame. Here, I’ll give you a new frontal lobe for being such a good girl!”

The old man placed it inside my head.

Wow. I had a new brain! Hooray!

But then, someone stabbed my neck.

-Squelch!

“Ah! Who’s there?!”

I turned my head to look—

**

“Ugh… Home… My bed… Where am I?”

I woke up with a start.

Why was I lying here?

What happened earlier felt like a ridiculous dream.

There was a vague feeling that I had lost something precious.

When I sat up, I saw injured people groaning on mats beside me.

Several re

The kid glanced at me, muttered, “Mmm…” shook their head, and turned away.

I tried reaching out to others, but they didn’t respond either.

All the teenagers among the test subjects here were like this.

Once, I had a chance to talk to a girl, but she refused, saying, “The doctor told me not to talk to others….”

After waiting for some time, my body grew stiff, so I stretched.

A strange gaze pierced through me.

It was that pig-faced researcher staring at me. His eyes moved from my neck to just below my shoulders, lingering on something heavy…

Damn it.

I’ve dealt with this too many times to count, am dealing with it now, and will probably deal with it again in the future. But it’s something I’ll never get used to.

For context, the lab only provides us with patient gowns and a single pair of underwear.

While the gowns are loose-fitting, certain areas with higher density and volume are, unfortunately, noticeable.

This is one of those times when being a blessed-looking girl is like sugar water attracting ants—only filth gets entangled.

Struggling to suppress my anger, I forced myself to ignore him.

-GRUMBLE

My stomach growled.

It was almost lunchtime, and I started craving something delicious. But they’d probably just give us that pseudo-baby formula again.

A greasy aroma wafted from one side. It was the scent of happiness, the smell of hope.

Following the smell, I found the pig-faced researcher pulling something out of a paper bag and spreading it out on the table.

A hamburger! And it was a set meal!

Fries, cola, and a cheeseburger…! Oh, how delicious it looked!

Living on formula three times a day was rough.

External food?

In this place harsher than the military, I hadn’t even had a single candy.

I heard someone swallowing their saliva next to me.

The kids nearby must have felt the same.

Together, we blankly watched the pig-faced researcher devour his burger. Then, he looked at me and gestured.

“Hey, kid, come here.”

Before I knew it, I was standing up and walking toward him.

Was this how the children lured by the Pied Piper felt?

“Hey, kid. Do you want this?”

He pulled out something long, yellow, and greasy.

French fries!

“Yes, I do…”

I honestly poured my heart out. Hearing my answer, the pig-faced man smirked sinisterly.

“Really? Then… want to be Uncle’s secret friend?”

What did he just say? Did this scumbag pedophile just—

Holding back the urge to vomit, I forced myself to act like an innocent girl.

“Um… I’m not sure…”

“Oh? Really? That’s too bad. Guess I can’t give it to you. Sorry…”

He pretended to look disappointed and began to put the fries back.

The fries were moving away, disappearing!

Wait, hold on. Let’s negotiate.

Screw it. I really wanted to eat non-laboratory food!

Pride be damned. I mustered all my nonexistent acting skills, playing the pitiful girl, and looked at him imploringly.

“No! Actually… I think I can be friends for a bit. Please give me the fries!”

“Huh? Really? Do you really want this?”

“Yes! Please, give them to me!”

At this point, all I could see were the fries.

That glistening oil!

That golden scent!

The man laughed and tossed the fries, which fell to the floor nearby.

Half a success, I suppose.

What a waste.

I quickly crawled over to pick up the fries.

The familiar sensation greeted me. Between my thumb and index finger, I felt the greasy oil, lukewarm warmth, slightly soggy texture, yet still maintaining some crispiness.

The coarse grains of salt rolled against my fingertips.

Ah, all that’s left is to eat it.

Even in this valley of death, I could hear the angels singing!

“Violet, don’t eat things off the floor~ They’re dirty.”

Then someone snatched the fries away.

“Huh?”

Looking up, I saw the ponytailed researcher smiling brightly.

Wait, hold on.

This damn woman stole my fries!