Pangea and the Phantom Frog
No one believed in idealism anymore.
As a result, the project was approved.
And thus, the most dangerous prototype was born.
A Phantom Frog Relic Manifestor.
According to popular rumors, she was the guardian of hallucinogens and secret elixirs.
Capable of laying countless eggs.
Equally at home on land and in water.
A being named with equal parts irony and self-mockery, a precaution against the judgment of future generations.
Codename:
R33.3R.
Thirty-three point three percent of her cellular structure originated from the bloodline of the Supreme Authority among the ruling elite.
The remainder was assembled from fragments gathered from anomalous individuals across the world.
Yet when she was finally completed, the researchers fell into despair.
The cost was astronomical.
The complexity was beyond reason.
Even if the wealth of every upper-class family on the planet were pooled together, the creation of a single specimen was the absolute limit.
She was raised in confinement.
Until the age of five.
Every aspect of her existence was observed.
Her emotions.
Her thoughts.
Her meals.
Her sleep.
Everything was recorded.
Then, one day, the project entered its next phase.
Release.
She would be sent into the world.
Transfers.
Relocations.
Adoptions.
Foster families.
Fabricated identities.
Forged personal histories.
Passing through countless lives and countless names, she grew.
She never knew.
Who she truly was.
Why she was constantly moved from place to place.
Why unfamiliar adults occasionally looked at her with expressions of relief.
She simply lived.
Made friends.
Dreamed of love.
Failed.
Laughed.
Cried.
And eventually enlisted in the military.
Her public name:
Amemiya Koharu.
Affiliation:
Pharmaceutical Technology Division,
Armed Forces of the Nation of Jibang.
Age:
Nineteen.
She was talented.
Hardworking.
And more than anyone else, she genuinely wished to be happy.
That was precisely why the upper echelon feared her.
What if she truly became complete?
What if she awakened as a genuine Relic Manifestor?
What if she surpassed the very system that created her?
What would become of their power then?
One day, a classified directive arrived at the Pharmaceutical Technology Division.
There was no sender.
No recorded point of origin.
Yet no one possessed the authority to refuse it.
The order contained only two objectives.
Create a universal cure.
And—
Discover the conditions required for Relic Manifestation.
Koharu Amemiya closed the file.
Rain fell quietly beyond the window.
For a brief moment, she felt countless eyes upon her.
Remote research facilities.
Deep-sea laboratories.
Orbital elevators.
Subterranean cities.
Observers scattered across the world.
All of them seemed to be looking through her, searching for something beyond.
It felt like a hallucination.
But she did not know.
It was no hallucination at all.
Since the day she was born,
the world itself had never stopped watching her.
