Kapitel 6: Birth of Dr. Frankenstein
Vincent flipped through the diaries with great interest. The content inside was further enriched by the detailed drawings. After skimming through most of them, he got to know that it was a journal the assassin kept to record the details of his experiment on chimeras.
He looked around at the strange carcasses that contained different parts of multiple animals. Some looked meticulously put together while the rest were nothing short of hideous abominations.
"Well, I guess this is what happens when a warrior with no background in science or magic dives into such experiments." Vincent muttered to himself and packed every diary that was left. Though experimenting or dabbling in necromancy and other magic that altered living organisms were strictly forbidden, the knowledge inside the diaries seduced him to no end.
The assassin had nothing else of value on him. Even worse, Vincent didn't find a single clue regarding who was behind the incident.
He piled every chimera corpse in a corner and poured kerosene over the entire place. As he walked out the room, he glanced at the assassin's corpse and slapped his forehead. "How could I forget about the most valuable thing here."
Crouching near the victim of his miscalculated Zuma spider's venom dosage, he began hacking at the giant arm where the black flesh met with normal human flesh. After a few minutes of messy work, he finally managed to separate the abnormal arm. Satisfied with his spoils of war, he nodded happily and lit a match stick.
Thinking how uncool it would be to use match stick to light a fire in a world of sword and magic, he put it off. Walking out the door with his hood down and left arm in his coat's pocket, he snapped the fingers on his free hand.
As a small spell got invoked, a fiery spark flew out of his hand and landed on the kerosene. 'Hmm. I should work on a spell that will directly light the fire without making a spark. It would be much more fitting of a cool vigilante that way.'
Feeling the heat from the flames on his back, he disappeared from the crime scene with a somber expression.
*****
"Are you kidding me? Drag him out of his man cave if you have to. Aren't you his father?" Renee screamed at her husband in annoyance.
"What? Aren't you his mother? You drag him out." The viscount shot back indignantly.
"Is it my fault that he is so scared of the assassin running free out there? Imagine being unable to catch a small time assassin as a viscount. Do you lord over nothing but incompetent fools?"
"The assassin is already dead. We found his corpse along with the traitors'. This is clearly your fault for raising him poorly."
"Say that again!" Renee exploded with fury. "It's obviously because he got the cowardly nature from you."
Looking at his wife storming off, Viscount Renn grabbed his hair in frustration. Vincent had locked himself inside his room for the past week, opening the door only when a maid brought him food. While the viscount could understand his son's fear because of the murderer of the assassin and the traitor remaining completely unknown, he was still at his wit's end.
Left with no options, he began writing a letter to his sister, the only person who could convince Vincent to come out.
*****
"Master, I brought you your food." Mina spoke as she stood outside Vincent's room.
"How many times have I told you to call me Dr. Frankenstein." A voice came from within the room. "You know I am not opening the door until you correct your mistake."
"Please forgive me Dr. Frankenstein. I have come with your daily requirement of sustenance."
The door lock clacked open and Vincent grabbed the plate before locking it again. Mina banged lightly and screamed, "You really shouldn't be doing this. Everyone's worried about you. What are you even doing in there master?"
"Shut up. You wouldn't understand the thought pattern of a mad scientist such as myself. I am so close to being able to change the world. Stop disturbing me." A hysterical voice replied to her. While she was shaking her head at her master's immature actions, a paper was slipped out from under the door. "That paper has the design and instructions for making lab coats. It is essential for my character as Dr. Frankenstein. So don't slack off and make me thirty one of those. I want them ready as soon as possible."
Mina looked at the weird drawings in the paper and complained. "Why are you throwing more work my way. I already have my hands full dealing with your antics."
"Stop talking and get to work. Or else you won't get away with sneaking my snacks away ever again."
Vincent cut himself from the voice originating from outside and began eating the food. Spread around the room were tons of papers with scribbles and diagrams.
A few feet away from him, above his desk was Colt's giant arm preserved inside a chemical solution. A few tissues had been cut off from the arm and placed inside different containers. Inside each of these containers were different magical reagents and solutions.
The arm had been the culmination of all of Colt's research on chimeras. Now that it had fallen into Vincent's hands, he began using it to research and experiment about various of his ideas.
*****
It was only a month after the assassination attempt that Vincent finally left his room. When they first saw his disheveled appearance, the servants were shocked badly. Not long after, rumors about the viscount's younger son having gone senile spread like wildfire within the manor.
Ignoring the concerned gazes of the servants, Vincent made his way to the kitchen and gorged himself with whatever he could find.
Having heard the news, Rosie ran to the kitchen. But when she saw her brother wearing dirty white cloth he called lab coat and devouring everything he found, she was shocked. For as long as she could remember, Vincent was always a picky eater who never had much of an appetite.
She approached him worriedly but covered her nose at the strong stench emanating from him. "How long has it been since you last bathed? You smell like sewer rats."
"I don't remember. Besides, why do you know what sewer rats smell like?" Vincent replied with food still stuffed inside his mouth.
"It's a figure of speech. Anyways, what were you doing holed up for so long?"
Putting on a serious expression he had practiced for the past few days, Vincent answered in a mysterious manner. "I was trying to unravel the mystery behind the key to unlimited power."
"Sure, sure. I slayed four dragons while you were locked inside your room." Having lost interest at her brother's stupid answer, she replied with a similarly stupid lie before moving away.
The boy looked at his uninterested sister and thought to himself, 'Was the line I prepared not cool enough? Never mind, that demon just doesn't understand how coolness works for mad scientists.
Still, how could I be so stupid as to use the serum directly on myself without testing it on anything. While it increased my mana and spell casting ability like I predicted for a short time, the side effect of hunger is much more severe than I thought.'
Once he could no longer take another bite, he furrowed his brows at his own smell and headed for the bath.
The next day, he spent hours trying to make noodles but lost heart after dozens of unsuccessful attempts. The dough would always turn out to be loose and easily breakable. In the end, he vowed to perfect the art of noodle making some other time and got the chef to cook him something hearty. Even after an entire day, he still felt incredibly hungry because of the side effect of Dr. Frankenstein's first product.
Baron Helmak came to visit him later and handed a heavy pouch full of coins. "Here, the recording has sold a lot better than I expected. A total of 2600 recordings have been distributed to various shops already. Inside the pouch is your share of 65 gold coins."
"Hehe, I never thought selling recordings could be so profitable. Maybe we should start a company that specializes in this sector."
"That won't do. I have done this enough to know that the only recordings that sell so well are the ones labeled under comedy genre."
The baron's answer wiped the smile of Vincent's face immediately. "Are you telling me that people are buying this recording to laugh at my defeat rather than to watch the amazingly strong strike of the second Monolithic Sword Saint?"
"The girl is now known as the One Stroke Sword master, and yes, you are right. After all, your crushing defeat feels a lot more satisfying to watch once someone learns of the context behind the duel. Because of how popular the recording has become, you have even earned yourself quite the reputation among the nobles." Helmak explained patiently while twirling his moustache.
Looking at the man obsessed with his moustache, Vincent wondered if the money was worth it after having learnt of the uncool persona it had built him.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein