Keywords: cultivator/modern world/genderbender/death & reincarnation/mechs
-We need you to solve an important problem… Our competitors are catching up to us, prepared chickens aren't enough anymore and our furnace budget is skyrocketing! We need to find an alchemy formula to transform potatoes directly into a cooked chicken!
Rald was surprised.
Not because he was the best alchemist of his era, that, he knew.
Not because they came to find him to find a solution, that, he expected it.
But because they compared him to himself!
Himself? Yes!
He's Merlin.
He's the daughter of Gimmin Diot.
Did they guess his identity? Were they trying to see his reaction?
Rald was not sure, but assumed that they didn't.
Not because they couldn't have found proof, but because Gimmin Diot was still somewhere. He knew that. And he wouldn't have let his daughter live if he knew she was alive, somewhere.
After all, in the legend, it was not said if he tried to get his daughter back after her kidnapping.
But in reality, he didn't even try!
He preferred money over retrieving her, and would certainly want to silence her if he knew she was still alive!
But for Rald, that was not very important.
After all, why would he plan an escape if it was for his father to get him? Even if he paid the ransom, he wouldn't have gotten him back.
Well, he was a she at that time, but that's not important as well.
He reincarnated, and everything that mattered now was his new life.
With this in mind, Rald no longer hesitated.
After asking a few details and questions, he took the job.
There are thousands of worlds out there, and the Gimmindiot World was only one of the numerous worlds.
And it happened that the world was right between a world of cultivators and a technologically advanced modern world.
The goal of the operation was to exchange the chicken with cultivators.
Each batch of ten thousand chickens for a flying sword.
Then to exchange part of the flying swords for two mechas to the technologically advanced world, and the flying swords and mechas would join the army of Gimmindiot.
In a few hundred years, and with their monopoly of the exchanges between the cultivator world and the technologically advanced world, they'll be able to take over their worlds too.
That's a perfect plan, if seen from that particular angle.
But Rald knew something else.
He himself, when he was Merlin, came from the alchemy world.
The alchemy world had an interest in the chickens of this world, and they exchanged alchemy potions with the cultivators for chickens.
So it's highly possible that the technologically advanced humans would then have exchanged the flying swords with another world…
After all, why would they be interested in flying swords if they could already use mechas?
At least, fortunately for the Gimmindiot World, the alchemy world would never become too powerful, he still wanted to keep his first place in alchemy, after all.
So he had the idea of this chicken production.
The chickens produced by Gimmindiot were not chickens of this world.
They were the chickens of the enigmatic world.
This meant that the alchemists of the alchemy world were actually having a mental breakdown with these chickens, biting more than they could chew at their level.
Rald was now again alone in his classroom.
The Gimmindiot men just left.
-Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Rald was currently having a really fun time. He was crying with laughter.
-Seems like I'll need to change memories this evening.
He pushed an invisible button on the wall, and some bottles appeared on the wall.
He opened a bottle with the word "Merlin" on it.
Then a light flashed in his eyes as he opened his head.
He took his brain as well as his donger, placed it in a bottle, before closing it.
His finger then pointed to the bottles as he seemed to be searching for a particular one.
He found a bottle with a post-it. On it was written "Interesting Assassin".
He opened it, took the brain placed inside it, placed it in his head that he then closed.
He took the privates inside and clipped it on his lower part.
In another world, she was an assassin, famous for assassinating an emperor in the middle of a council with his ministers, without anyone seeing it. They called her "the shadow".
And tonight was going to be her night.
The night of the hunt…
How keywords were used:
Cultivator, modern world and mechs are quite obvious as they were created around the world.
Genderbender and death & reincarnation are of course the reason why he went from Rald, a human, to a thing with multiples identities.
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