I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 4
Chapter 4 – Odil’s Grand Transformation★
Click, clack… clank.
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“Ah.”
Creak.
The door opened feebly. Nero and Noah looked at me with their eyes wide. Feeling awkward, I closed the door quietly and locked it again without expression.
‘My skills haven’t faded.’
In truth, the first and only time I had picked a lock was during my training, and now today made it the second time. I ran my fingers under my nose and shrugged nonchalantly, feeling as though that was what I was supposed to do. As I returned to the kitchen and reheated the cooled soup, I pondered.
‘Does this prove it? The laws of the gag anime world still exist here?’
I contemplated this while adding herbs to the bubbling soup.
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‘Then what genre would this be?’
The world I possessed was a dark fantasy with almost zero dreams and hopes. And now it’s merged with the laws of the gag anime world?
‘…I can only imagine terrible outcomes.’
Narrowing my eyes, I thought hard before arriving at a new answer.
‘Or… maybe these rules only apply to me.’
If indeed the laws of the gag anime have been unleashed upon this dark fantasy world, things would never unfold as they did in the original story.
‘Surely the hero would just scratch his head and end up being friends with the Demon King.’
Such could only happen in the distasteful gag anime realm, making the original storyline utterly impossible.
‘To confirm precisely… What should I do? I’ve lived in the gag world for so long, I’m too accustomed to it.’
As I mulled it over, the meal was ready. I first brought some warm food to Odil. Sneaking out some nuts and leaving them in the corner, the crow spread its wings and formed a thumbs-up. I too gave a secret thumbs-up back to Odil before leaving the room.
‘I’ll check if the laws of the gag anime world, or better—let’s call it the “gag filter”—applies later. It’s too lengthy to say the other way.’
With that thought, I went downstairs and distributed the soup. The children emptied their bowls with bright faces. It was very satisfying.
***
New slaves had arrived. This essentially meant that the old slaves would soon be worn out.
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Some of the children couldn’t hide their fear, scratching at their own bodies until their skin turned raw and blood dripped. Lily, too, was no different. She scratched her inflamed skin while pondering.
‘Who will be taken this time? Will they return alive?’
No matter how much affection Lian showed the imprisoned children, it did not change their reality. They were destined to be dragged away by the dark sorcerer and subjected to horrific experiments and death, or even worse, a life less than death.
“Brother, what will happen to us now?”
“Don’t worry. No matter what happens, your brother will protect you.”
“Mmm.”
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In the adjacent cell, a soft voice reached Lily, prompting her to look for Pia. Pia sat, a vacant expression on her face, clutching a worn cloth.
“It’s okay. I’ll protect you. I will, because I’m right here.”
She stroked the filthy cloth as though it were her own sibling. Pia often lost her grasp on reality like this, ever since she witnessed her brother’s loss.
“Pia, sis…”
“Huh? Oh, my brother, you’re here. Come here, your sister will protect you.”
As Lily drew closer and spoke, Pia opened her arms. Pia hugged Lily so tightly it hurt. It was too tight and painful, but Lily didn’t grimace.
“My brother, my brother.”
Pia caressed Lily for a long while, eventually regaining her senses. Her unfocused eyes sharpened, and her arms slowly released their grip.
“Sis, I’m cold.”
“Let’s cover ourselves with this.”
Lily knew Pia was projecting someone else onto her, but that didn’t matter. Lily needed someone to hold her.
The two embraced, waiting for the uncertain death that might come at any moment.
***
“Cough, as I’m attending the dark sorcerer’s council, do not dare peek into my room at dawn.”
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“Wha, what… You’re going to participate in the meeting that only renowned dark sorcerers are invited to?”
“..Yes.”
The corners of Odil’s mouth twitched. He clearly looked pleased. I scanned Odil from head to toe with the same scrutiny a mother would give her son heading out to his first job interview.
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“Then we must prepare quickly!”
“What for?”
“To make your illustrious image even more commanding!”
“That’s… possible?”
“Of course! Trust me! You will be the most dignified and elegant dark sorcerer there tonight! You’ll be chosen as the best dark sorcerer of the day!”
“…Really?”
His ears wiggled tentatively at the promise. I nodded firmly in response.
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“Yes.”
“Hmm… I’ll leave it in your hands. But if you… If you embarrass me…”
Odil glinted his eyes menacingly and exuded a dark aura. I hunched my shoulders and nodded.
“I’ll ensure you won’t be embarrassed!”
“Good.”
I watched Odil turn swiftly and enter his lab, allowing myself a sly smile.
‘Phew, it seems I managed to convince him.’
My insistence was driven by memories lingering in my mind. Once, when my body’s owner, Lian, was a test subject, an older man imprisoned with Lian had tremulously warned him. Be wary on days of the dark sorcerer’s council; on that day, dark sorcerers kept disgracing each other, leading to the venting of their frustration on the test subjects, often reducing them to pieces.
‘We must avoid such occurrences at all costs.’
There was no escape from this place until the protagonist arrived, so I had to bide my time, but I couldn’t neglect the children being experimented on. It was better to protect them as far as I could.
‘So firstly…’
I ruminated over the original work, trying to recall how the dark sorcerer’s council was conducted.
‘It’s like a video conference.’
Since most of the dark sorcerers were scattered, they often convened through video calls.
‘Then let’s focus on the visuals.’
Pretending to roll up my sleeves, I headed to where Odil’s wardrobe was.
Bang!
I boldly swung open the wardrobe doors and surveyed the clothes within.
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‘Tsk, tsk, all just black, plain clothes.’
Such attire didn’t suit Odil’s slender and sensitive demeanor at all. They would only make him look like a child who had borrowed his father’s or brother’s clothes-ridiculous. I picked out a few garments that looked seldom worn.
Then I promptly poked my head into Odil’s lab.
“Master Odil, may I stylishly alter these clothes of yours?”
“What? Uh… those clothes, go ahead. I never wear them, anyway.”
“Thank you!”
Odil started focusing on a sinister-looking book, ignoring me. I took the nuts from my pocket and dropped them on the floor, then glanced at the crow.
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Do you know where I can find a machine for clothes alteration?
As I gestured intensely with my body, the crow looked at the nuts and then turned its head away—an indication that the quantity offered was insufficient. I clicked my tongue and dropped more nuts. The crow took a quick glance and turned away again. I increased the quantity of nuts.
The crow seemed puzzled and cocked its head. I pretended to reach for the nuts, signaling, ‘If you don’t help, the deal’s off!’ With that, the crow quietly spread its wings to show agreement, nodding its head and mimicking a thumbs-up gesture. I reciprocated with my thumb up.
Thump, thud.
The crow descended silently from the perch and brought something back from a shelf cluttered with various items.
“Oh… thank you.”
“Caw.”
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I whispered my gratitude quietly, and the crow pecked at the nuts scattered on the floor. Holding the item the crow gave me, I returned to my room.
“Wow, this looks fascinating.”
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The device, shaped like a ‘D’, seemed to function as a sewing machine—it threaded the needle, and when the fabric was placed in the slot and moved, the needle sewed the thread. Its accurate purpose was to assist in easily drawing magic circles, but at this moment, its destiny was reduced to that of a mere sewing machine.
‘Good, with this, I can…’
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