She Was Both Called God, as Well as Satan-Chapter 44 – Birth of Homunculus

Translator: DC & Kui

Editor: Arocks

My oldest memory… I was being stared at by a crowd of mothers and fathers.

My parents were both garbed in white clothes, smiling at me. Some were cheering loudly and hugging each other.

That was my… first memory as a homunculus.

Back then, I was incomplete. My artificial soul lived in a borrowed body, unable to leave the glass tanks of growth medium.

But even so, my parents spoke to me with a smile, occasionally reading me a picture book or two.

I was happy. I believed from the bottom of my heart that I would be able to stay together with my kind mothers and joyful fathers in this house forever.

However one day, their treatment towards me changed. 𝑓re𝘦𝔀𝗲𝘣𝘯𝘰νℯ𝒍.c𝗼ｍ

That day, a group of men in black came and told mothers and fathers something. Then, their faces turned very sad.

One of those men came closer and yelled at mum and kicked one of my dads right into the glass tube which held me with a great force, before finally leaving our residence with loud, resounding footsteps.

My mothers nursed my fathers who were knocked down, and one of them walked over to me, his face swollen.

“I’m sorry… truly… I’m so sorry…” He said.

After that incident, they started to cover up the glass tube I was in. Not only was I unable to see anything outside, I wasn’t able to hear any of my parents’ voices either. f𝐫𝑒𝗲𝙬𝒆𝚋𝐧૦𝘃𝗲l.c𝚘𝘮

I shouted, ever so desperately.

“I’m sorry if I did something bad!

I won’t ever do it again!So please, please take this cover off!”

…But no one took the cover off for me.

There were a few times every year when they would take the cover off for a moment, but those were just moments.

Whenever the cover was removed, I would apologia. I was hysteric.

I lowered my head as much as the narrow tank allowed me to, and even if I hit my head against the tank, I never stopped.

… But it was of no use. My parents only looked at me with sad expressions before fixing the cover back on.

This continued for a few years, when out of nowhere, the cover was removed from the glass tank.

My apologies were frantic as usual, and the next thing I knew, my soul was pulled away from my body. By the time I woke up, my artificial soul was resting inside a true physical body.

Yes.

I was completed on this day.

I tried to climb out of my bed, but my body was unusually heavy and refused to comply. The men in black peered at me with bitter faces.

Then the man spat on my face, and shortly thereafter kicked another one of the fathers and then stormed out of the residence.

Thereupon, I sat there with a dazed face. One of the mothers tenderly wiped it down.

“Sorry… we’re really… sorry.”

They apologised over and over.

Father too, even if he was hit,

“We were too foolish… It shouldn’t be like this… We’re really sorry…” He apologised.

I was puzzled.

But I might be shut back into the glass tank if I’m selfish again.

I didn’t want to be stuck there again.

So I gently smiled, and said;

“I love mother and father.”

A few days later, the country was destroyed.

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DC: Man, these last few chapters have me feeling some type of away. No, I’m not crying Kui, *you’re* crying!

Kui: I think I found my new favourite character!

Arocks141: I don’t mean to rush you both, but we’re running out of tissues here… What? No, I didn’t use them! *you two* used them, I didn’t cry at all!