There seems to be a mucous-like membrane wrapping around this, what Patraika can describe as, a stomach-like box looking bloated and satisfied with only water for its source of fill and nutrients. The membrane was cloudy to look, like clear white gelatin that melted on warm water. Bending forward as she tried to smell the substance, her face frowned as she took a picture while pulling it from where it wrapped around.
Flimsy by sight but its consistency looked strong in terms of durability. There is a flexible quality in how it follows every part of the organ it wraps around as someone pulls it off the stomach like a layer of skin.
Storing it on a container felt important, but the moment Patraika pulled it from the rest of it, it disappeared from the end of the forceps. Frowning, she tried thinking of something before asking one of the staff to fill a tube with a bit of water, just enough to fill the bottom.
They looked at Patraika like she asked for something ab
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Chapter 17Watery eyes made Min-Ain blink several times, a way for him to retain the little strength he got from drinking the energy drinks he ordered through the concierge. The hotel avoids canned products that are suspiciously low in quality. If a resident insisted on it, they would recommend their own or a different way to keep their wakefulness. Alas, Min-Ain preferred the convenience store type.Living in the suite had not given him the impression of luxury, just the pure bliss of skipping steps in life. Chores have been part of his routine back in his old life, and even here, he would continue doing so. He did things even if he knew he could just let the hotel do it for him. Nothing from the upgrade he received stopped him from fixing his things or putting his dirty laundry or dishes in their rightful place for him to clean.Seeing the maids roam the room to do the menial jobs was nothing for Min-Ain. At least their existence th
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