Author's Note:
Character Map:
"X" = Loid Orcus (protagonist)
"(X)" = Loid Orcus (strong inner thought)
°X° = Makina
•X• = Soul Goddess Aksa
^X^ = Sebastian (AI Assistant)
X>X = Chat Window/Panel in the Livestream
*X* = God and Goddess
#X# = Deities
?X?=Unknown Person
×X×=(Monster/Enemy)
Others:
[X] = Status Board/What is written on it/ Status Window (New)
--- = POV Change
|||| = Time Skip/Time Preview(New)
(X) = Explanation/author/ A.U.T.H.O.R.
([X]) = Sound effect
{X} = Buttons, or something that may cause a certain action
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?...Just Abominations...?
"...Wait. Do you mean the literal word? Not a pronoun, like 'Elf' or 'Dwarf'?"
"...Yes. Just 'Abomination.'"
"???"
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Now then, this POV is mine, yet the the same situation belongs to another, leaving this aside, we're returning to the earlier story.
To explain the situation, we need to go back before everything happened.
X> Hurry and answer! Were you able to perform an MRI over there and get results?
X> Don't forget the blood tests! Can they even be done in that place?
X> MRI! Get them into the scanner now!
X> [Medical professionals speaking in jargon, urgency intensifies.]
°Yes, although the approach may differ, it is indeed possible—to a certain extent—depending on what could be done with our current resources°
Returning to base, I hurriedly constructed a room for the rescued people to rest in, along with some instruments and equipment that were configured by Makina using all current resources making skills, abilities, and spells be use to achieve desired result to replicate the requested test ask by medicine professional
I just followed her instructions, replicating what she showed me—and before I knew it, I ended up building a fully functional hospital to accommodate them all.
To be blunt, we developed a systematic plan, dividing the rescued individuals into different treatment categories—primarily focusing on humans first.
After running some initial tests, we concluded that treatment using our world's medicine works on them.
We also made a key discovery: aside from certain environmental and biological differences, the rescued people were—if we're being honest—like those from a 16th to 17th-century society, unvaccinated, with immune systems and medical knowledge reflecting that era.
Because of that, while modern medicine is effective, it must be applied differently, taking into account factors that don't exist in this world,and currently, they're being investigated by researchers—on the other side of the world.
And by that, I mean Earth.
Because I'm obviously on a very different side, if you catch my drift.
Jokes aside…
The results are coming in for those we were able to treat—primarily humans.
But as for the others—elves, dwarves, beastmen, and the like—
Well, things got a bit… complicated.
At first, the medical professionals were stuck in a loop, arguing over the smallest things.
Some were even worried about giving them water.
Yes—water.
Even though all life needs water to survive, the concern was valid:
What if the biological differences were too big?
What if their "life" wasn't compatible with ours, down to the molecular or even magical level that out of their field of expertise and other things worth considering of
It got so intense, I was honestly afraid our chat medic might drop an extreme decision and order us to do something drastic.
Thankfully, before that happened…
Someone unexpected entered the chat.
Their username:
"Goddess of Life, Viviane"
—complete with a glowing profile pic (no kidding).
She started with a simple introduction.
Then, using just text chat, she addressed every concern the medical professionals had—from the biological fears to ethical implications.
Now, it should've been just another chat message.
But you could feel the difference.
Like… you knew it was a literal goddess typing behind that screen.
The whole chat froze for a second, like time skipped a beat.
But props to the med team—they snapped back to professional mode fast.
They thanked her, took notes, and immediately went back to their work.
And just when we thought that was that—
Viviane sent a file.
A massive document filled with compiled medical data on the otherworld races:
Elves, dwarves, beastmen—all of them, using even the world medicinal format one after another.
She dropped it into the chat like it was nothing.
First eveyone is surprise and bewildered but everyone distributed the data instantly.
And then...
another story began—
The story of how Goddess Viviane became the admin of the group chat.
And how that same chat group turned into the cradle of medicine for this interdimensional exchange, as Viviane began to teach—and asked to learn—everything she could from Earth's doctors about medicine.
And like I said—that's a story for another time.
Now then, back to the story at hand.
With the help of the goddess, the medical professionals were finally able to proceed with confidence.
Now that they had her validation and divine green light, they began ordering things to be done here on-site.
Because of this, I was forced to run errands for them alongside my fragments— basically doing their bidding.
But seeing how busy things were, Makina took matters into her own hands.
She went and created another AI—a full-on replacement to take over the tasks me and my fragments were doing.
So just like that, we found ourselves unemployed.
And so we sat…
on the side of the wall…
watching the new AI do our job.
But that moment didn't last long.
Makina, ever-efficient, quickly reassigned us.
°Enough sitting°
She said, and threw us into various tasks scattered across the makeshift but surprisingly competent hospital we had set up.
While my fragments were running around doing god-knows-what with sterile gloves and clipboards, Makina called out to me directly.
She asked me to come to where she was.
Now, with the Hive Mind connected to my neural system or more like my body now could be considered everyting as every cell of my current body could be anything, and the internet-esque programs installed in it, I didn't even need to ask 'Where?'.
I simply thought about it—
andthe system, part of Makina's network but run by another AI entirely, gave me a precise route.
Not just a map, mind you—they built a whole GPS system using the flooring layout of the hospital.
Literal glowing arrows started appearing on the floor as I walked, guiding me turn by turn.
Honestly, it felt a little excessive.
I mean, did they really need to develop an entire navigation system just to show me the way?
But hey—it worked. So, I used it.
Eventually, I arrived at a specific room.
And I noticed something immediately:
The floor pattern here was different.
Unlike the other rooms where we first grouped the primarily human patients we could or may treat , and the other one was for the other races— The ones we didn't know how to treat at first and had us questioning even the fundamentals like "Can they drink water?"
And now, thanks to the intervention of a literal goddess, we'd begun treating them too.
This room was different as it set apart to other two, at that I open the door
We, me and Makina talk about varius things about this different room and why it set apart to others and knowing the situation as Makina answer, I arrive at the situation now
?...Just Abominations...?
"...Wait. Do you mean the literal word? Not a pronoun, like 'Elf' or 'Dwarf'?"
"...Yes. Just 'Abomination.'"
"???"
The question mark from earlier was because I didn't know yet that "Abomination" also referred to their race.
"Mutant" is a race derived from monsters—crossbreeds between monsters and other races of the world. Knowing that, I finally understood why this patient felt so different from the rest of the two groups we had rescued.
Even Makina and the goddess had to refrain from doing anything hastily. It seems that this specific race only emerged several decades ago, meaning even the gods haven't fully grasped how to deal with them.
Makina asked why that was the case, and the goddess answered plainly: because their emergence coincided with the weakening of the gods themselves—weak enough that they could no longer directly intervene in the world, barely able to bestow blessings.
And because of that, the people of this world treated the mutants differently—distantly, even cruelly. With no gods to guide them or speak on behalf of these new beings, society filled the gap with prejudice.
Eventually, The goddess Viviane—through the one sticking beside me, Aksa—asked me a favor. To examine the patient personally.
"I see, understood. Leaving aside how your race is referred to... could I ask your name?"
?...Azuri?
"I see. What a beautiful name. If you don't mind, may I ask for your cooperation? I promise it won't be anything that could hurt you."
(From this point, Azuri = @X@)
@...Hm (Hymn of Agreement)@
At that, I began performing the usual examinations—some with tools from our world, others with magic and divinities unique to this one. Aksa aided me directly, assisting Goddess Viviane, who couldn't manifest physically and could only communicate through indirect text.
But that doesn't stop her from popping into the chat.
•Hey! What's with the special treatment? I'm also a goddess, you know!•
"Pathetic. Disappointing."
•Hey!!•