Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2153: Records of creation (1)

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Previously on Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure...
Shota followed the divine light deep into the ancient city on Lupus' back, consumed by despair over his lost family and the Kite Kingdom's doom at War's hands. Sensing potent creation divine energy, he dismissed his companions and flew alone to a cleared plaza dominated by a statue of the God of Creation. A familiar voice greeted him there, as he stood awed by the statue's overwhelming power far beyond any god he had known.

No warning came whatsoever.

By the time I came to my senses, I discovered myself in an utterly alien location.

Indeed, it scarcely felt like I inhabited a body anymore. Instead, I hovered weightlessly in void-like space, gazing down upon the sight ahead.

Yet that hardly occupied my thoughts at the moment.

The spectacle unfolding before me demanded my full attention.

"Those are incubation chambers?"

Shifting abruptly from a medieval fantasy world to this sci-fi scene proved disorienting, yet the massive glass tubes ahead could not be overlooked.

A closer inspection revealed forms developing within these incubation chambers. However, nothing familiar emerged from what I observed.

These appeared as amorphous blobs contained in the incubation chambers, yet subtle movements betrayed their vitality.

"So whatever is inside of that is alive, but what is it?"

Observing them longer only heightened my intrigue.

Evidently, growth unfolded before my eyes in real time.

Nothing particular sprouted from them; merely their overall mass expanded. They resembled multicellular entities multiplying cells without differentiation or specialization.

Ultimately, the contents of these incubation chambers seemed destined to remain formless.

Something approaching from behind eventually diverted my focus from the incubation chambers.

The familiar sound prompted me to whirl around, revealing exactly what I anticipated.

A door slid open smoothly, admitting several individuals.

My gaze locked solely on the figure leading the group.

Though her true visage remained unseen before, her voice and silhouette from prior encounters identified her as the group's commander—the same entity glimpsed in visions from the God of Creation's statues.

Solista—this was undoubtedly her.

Her position at the forefront as she strode ahead confirmed her leadership.

Upon entering, the entire party proceeded straight toward the incubation chambers.

Despite my position—floating, more precisely—directly in their path to the incubation chambers, they showed no awareness of me. I anticipated this, yet their passage through me still startled.

This mirrored the previous vision precisely.

Here, I existed merely as a spectral observer of bygone events.

Or at least, they appeared as past occurrences, inferred from contextual hints in earlier visions. Uncertainty lingered, given my ignorance of the visions' purpose.

Reaching the incubation chambers, Solista assumed command, seizing a clipboard from nearby.

Floating to peer over her shoulder at the clipboard, a perplexed expression crossed my features upon reading its contents.

Humans.

These incubation chamber occupants were designated as humans, yet linking those blobs to humanity strained credulity. Their appearance distanced them utterly from human form, despite the reports' claims.

Having reviewed the documents, Solista remarked, "It seems like everything is developing well, but this race doesn’t really have any special abilities. We should give them something that will help them survive in this world."

"It’s very simple, it’s because they have nothing that they are special."

Another group entered as heads turned.

Solista squinted at the speaker, her disagreement evident, though words failed her in rebuttal.

This voice stirred recognition within me too.

Only its tone diverged starkly from our usual exchanges.

"Aquaron?" I murmured involuntarily, eyeing the newcomer heading this fresh contingent.

"Aquaron, is this one of your special ideas?" Solista finally inquired.

"It’s not my idea, it’s the great one’s idea."

Aquaron's words instantly altered every face present.

Evidently, invoking this 'great one' silenced all opposition; their rulings held absolute sway here.

Guessing the identity of this 'great one' required no effort.

Just one being—a god, precisely—fit that description.

"So the humans were the creation of the God of Creation."

Does that render them unique? I was utterly clueless, yet it must hold deep meaning for any race forged by the God of Creation.

With that issue resolved, everyone dispersed to handle their individual tasks.

Aquaron sidled up to Solista and glanced around cautiously, ensuring no one lingered nearby to overhear their words.

Only once he confirmed that nobody was listening did he murmur, "What about the special project?"