The Evil Scientist is Too Competent

Despite numerous attempts at the ritual, Mr. Clear never appeared. Was it because those present were not recognized as the true rulers of the world? Or were there additional, more specific conditions required?

Regalia rested her chin on her hand, silently observing the failed participants. The aristocrats, overwhelmed by the sovereign’s gaze and her unyielding silence, lowered their heads and began trembling like criminals awaiting judgment.

With a single word from her delicate lips, Regalia could decide the fates of everyone in that room. In that moment, she was nothing less than a god to them.

"It seems you’ve failed?"

"Ah, no, that’s not what I—"

"Don’t make me repeat myself."

A tense silence filled the room. Without a word, Regalia snapped her fingers, and androids stationed outside began entering, one by one, to escort the participants away.

Held by cold, lifeless mechanical arms, they cried out like livestock being led to slaughter.

"Please, just one more chance!"

"This is too cruel! Some of the victims were my family!"

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"If you harm us, you’ll meet the same fate one day!"

Their desperate cries were nothing more than the noises of beasts. Regalia showed no interest, dismissing them with a wave of her hand.

As the cacophony of wailing echoed, Regalia tapped her jaw in thought. This method had failed. Why? Could it be that Mr. Clear had abandoned his duties as a Guardian altogether? That seemed unlikely.

Her scientists had assured her that, unless someone like Mr. Powerful or Mr. Rays had completely replaced their bodies, Guardians could not escape their obligations and limitations.

This was not a matter of Mr. Clear’s will; it was a flaw in the method itself.

"A Guardian of humanity. A mechanism to maintain the population of mankind..."

When Mr. Clear had assassinated her parents, it was likely because the rulers of the 25 cities had conspired to consume Evilus Corporation, risking a catastrophe that could engulf the entire world in flames.

A war between nations. The kind that could easily escalate into a global conflict. Mr. Clear had appeared to eliminate that possibility, interpreting his mission to protect humanity in the broadest sense.

In other words, Guardians only reacted to crises of a magnitude that threatened to entangle the entire world.

"Let’s see how long you can hide like a rat... I’ll wait."

The Tyrant

When Regalia brought the chairmen, presidents, and retired elders of 24 cities under her control, she earned the nickname "Tyrant." The media attacked her, proclaiming her tyranny. It was both a duty to expose her actions and a coordinated effort by nations to protect their interests and weaken Evilus Corporation.

People hurled curses at E City. A boycott of Evilus products began, and employees or subcontractors of the company were targeted and beaten.

Protests gathered millions in front of the headquarters, a spectacle of global outrage.

"If you’re going to boycott, at least do it properly."

Yet even as they boycotted Evilus products, they used Evilus Agents. They avoided items with the Evilus logo but continued buying products with Evilus patents.

It wasn’t so much a selective boycott as it was a demonstration of the ignorant masses being swept along, not even realizing their contradictions. That was the nature of mob mentality—even intelligent individuals became foolish when gathered in crowds.

"[Release the chairmen kidnapped by Evilus Corporation!]"

"[Release them! Release them! Release them!]"

"[Retract the lies about our chairman! He’s no murderer!]"

Watching the protesters shouting below, Eight casually asked, "Shall we clear them out?"

"...Don’t even joke about that. We’re not murderers, and they’re nothing more than misguided sheep."

"But they are rather noisy. I’ll quiet them down."

Regalia braced for Eight to drop a bomb on the protesters below, but instead, he activated a device that completely blocked the surrounding noise. Relieved, Regalia let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Of course, Eight wasn’t a maniac. On the contrary, he deeply valued human life.

"No one will be able to eavesdrop on anything said here now."

As Eight spoke confidently, Regalia gave a bitter smile. He seemed to already know what she intended to say, reading her mind without her having to voice it.

Normally, this trait made him someone she could rely on wholeheartedly. But now, it poked at her conscience, exposing feelings she’d rather no one knew about.

"You already have an idea of what I’m going to ask, don’t you?"

"Roughly, yes."

"Good, that makes this easier. ...Can you do it?"

"Yes, my lord."

"I’m truly, deeply sorry for this."

Regalia bowed her head, swallowing her tears. Even if it was an act, asking him to create a weapon that could engulf the entire world in flames was an unbearable request. That he agreed without hesitation was staggering.

The world would hate him. History would record him as a mass murderer for creating such a weapon. Yet, the scientist before her was prepared to bear that burden—for her. For her deeply personal revenge.

"You really are bold, boss."

"Hm?"

"To go this far just to draw out Mr. Clear, right?"

Regalia nodded. Eight gave a faintly resigned smile, tinged with bitterness.

"Creating something that could destroy the world and plunge the survivors into eternal suffering... I suppose that’ll land me in Hell."

"...What?"

"Oh, Hell’s the name of a prison on Earth for the worst criminals—"

"Wait, stop!"

Destroy the world and doom humanity to endless agony? She hadn’t said anything of the sort! Regalia remembered that Eight’s reasoning was often unconventional, interpreting things differently from others.

"I just need a tool that could potentially endanger humanity!"

"Ah, is that all?"

Eight sighed as though disappointed, causing Regalia to glare at him, slightly horrified. Was he serious? Could she really entrust him with this?

But as she considered her options, she realized she had no one else to turn to. Without Eight, she wouldn’t be able to find her targets—then or now. People could have quirks, and modern science was filled with eccentric geniuses.

"A tool to endanger humanity... I do have something in mind."

"It’s safe, right?"

"Safe... or dangerous, depending on perspective. Where I come from, this tool prevented major wars, oddly enough."

Eight pulled out a laptop and played a simulation. On-screen, a missile struck a city, erupting into a massive mushroom-shaped explosion that obliterated everything in its radius.

Regalia froze. She’d seen this scene before—five years ago, on the day her parents were assassinated.

"For some reason, this world lacks these. It’s almost as if someone deliberately suppressed their development."

"What is it?"

"A sun, made by human hands."

With a sly grin, Eight recited a famous line.

"Death, the destroyer of worlds."

A nuclear weapon.

The ultimate weapon of the old generation of humanity—a weapon that, for some reason, did not exist in this world.