I Reincarnated Into A Single-Celled Organism! - I Reincarnated into a Single-celled Organism! - Chapter 89

I knew from the beginning that my biggest limitation was my lack of knowledge. I had innumerable skills, but I had never really used them. They had all mutated during my various evolutions, and many of them didn’t even function in the same way they did when I was a single-cellular organism. Furthermore, I had almost no experience with mana or magic. My build was completely physical.

I lacked very much in the ways of practical knowledge. The library I had digested had a lot of historical references, but much of it was part of a history that long preceded the current one. I couldn’t find a single reference that connected the events to what I knew of the world beyond. Since I didn’t know where to place the events, the information was mostly superfluous. To add to that, it was filled with the allegorical and artistic. It was hard to even say which books were true and which were merely stories.

The library was composed more for the creation of the formation that hid the trial than any kind of useful information about the era from which it came. Furthermore, if this place was as old as Erika had suggested, then even the information it had was sorely dated. It was a bit hard to wrap my mind around the passage of time in this world. Written history in my world dated back only a few thousand years, but if what I read was to be believed, written history went back a hundred thousand years or more, although naturally the farther back you went, the less of it survived.

Time was measured in eras, and there were roughly ten eras, each lasting about ten thousand years. Each era ended with some kind of catastrophe, an apocalyptic event that nearly wiped out the previous era. Few things survived the end of an era, and this appeared to be one of them. I would have to ask Erika about it when I had a chance.

However, none of that could help me with my current predicament. I wasn’t trying to delve into the history of something old but to try something new. Those books had nothing related to skills, evolutions, or techniques. Thus, I was on my own to try to figure things out with my limited knowledge, and I had a short time to do so.

We were flying on the back of the red dragon, and I had the flower in front of me. The red dragon had managed to create some kind of barrier that kept the wind from disturbing us or from us being knocked off, but even with that help, the Wildman woman seemed to insist on holding onto me, although she kept her mouth shut as she watched me with the flower.

After looking at the flower for a moment, I knew my only choice was to absorb it. I reached out and put the flower into my Luminal Space. I could feel the woman stiffen up, but the red dragon continued as normal. I had been worried she’d freak out when the flower disappeared, but perhaps I was worrying too much.

First, I used Replication on it, and what I found was a schematic of the flower being created. I could tell that the information was being placed in the Nuclear Envelope. It was using the language of DNA, and I found myself able to understand it to an extent using Translation. I had thoughts of figuring out which chemicals did what, but I realized the folly of my method. The problem was that there was simply too much code. Even a small patch of genetic code was millions of base pairs long. This particular flower was billions. To read the flower completely, I’d need to spend days analyzing it, maybe longer.

Realizing that I was running out of time, I took a breath and then tried something else. I took a sample from the flower, carefully cutting away a single petal. The recipe for the cure was said to be in the petals, so I started there. I used Decomposition and watched as the petal broke into its base parts.

As soon as I had its base parts I stored them in different Vacuoles and analyzed each protein. After that, I began to craft copies of the protein, essentially multiplying it. Once I had a good enough batch, I took it and exposed it to the poison. The two-hundredth-and-second chemical ended up succeeding. That was the chemical needed for the cure. I began to mass produce it.

[You have been cured of the curse. Maximum health has been restored.]

I had expected it to take longer, but once I started producing the correct protein to counteract the poison, it was rather simple to spread it throughout my body. There was an entire recipe to the antidote, but most of it was about extracting, delivering, and amplifying the effect of this particular protein, which bound the poison and prevented it from continuing to replicate itself. Upon purifying it, it was far easier for me to mass-produce it. When it came to other humans, they would likely need the full recipe, but I was able to modify that recipe so that it could be produced without the flower itself.

I no longer had any time to worry about it though, as we already made it to the battlefield, flying overhead as two sides had begun the battle. However, the appearance of the dragon had upset both sides, and they were now fleeing back to their encampments. The dragon didn’t bother to wait. She slammed down onto the ground, causing an eruption of dirt and aura that violently threw back anyone unlucky enough to be near the epicenter.

I stood up from my seat on the dragon and then yelled out over the battlefield, fortifying the sound coming from my voice with Signal Transduction. “This battle ends right here!”

Although my voice wasn’t made louder, it seemed to be repeated, carried out at the same volume for quite some distance. In short, I could be heard across both armies at roughly the same volume. I had only tried it out of curiosity, so I was surprised at how well it worked.

My voice emerging everywhere at once caught the interest of two people in particular. The first was Erika, who looked out at me and the dragon from the allied front with a dumbfounded expression on her face. The other was the Wildman prince who had previously escaped from our city. He walked out in front of his army, a shocked and fearful expression on his face.

I leaped off the dragon. Behind me, the Wildman woman stumped, grabbing onto my arm as she tried to get down on her own. The Wildman prince’s eyes narrowed, and for some reason, even Erika seemed to grow more tense. Meanwhile, the two armies had gone completely quiet as they waited for orders.

“I have the cure for the poison,” I spoke in a normal voice, but I still transmitted my voice so it sounded like it was being heard next to everyone’s ear.

“And will you take my sister as collateral?” The Wildman prince demanded in a yell.

“Ah!” The Wildman woman looked at me in shock, while I could feel Erika’s eyes boring into my back.

I rolled my eyes and yelled back, “She isn’t my prisoner.”

I reached out and handed her a vial. The vial contained some kind of powdery substance.

“This is the ingredient you need from the flower. Your clerics should be able to devise a cure from it.”

“You expect us to just trust you?” she demanded, although her voice seemed to have lost a great deal of the enthusiasm she might have previously had.

“I expect you to test it accordingly and perhaps even experiment on a prisoner.” I shrugged. “Your trust isn’t needed.”

“This… is your strongest bargaining chip. Why would you give it away?” she demanded, looking oddly upset.

“My lord! This isn’t wise!” Another voice called out.

The attendant was racing out, and behind him, Erika was following with a worried look on her face. He only covered a certain distance before stopping, his eyes darting to the dragon who had yet to make any move, seeming content to remain perched there for the foreseeable future.

“Is that so?” I glanced back at Erika. “Is he the one who convinced you to ride out here and meet their army head-on?”

Erika lowered her head in shame. “All of those innocent people could die. I couldn’t just leave them…”

I let out a breath. “The castle is currently under attack.”

“That…” Erika winced, sinking into herself under my gaze.

“A Wildman trick, for sure…” the attendant began.

“You’ve done well, my queen,” I spoke up, causing Erika to glance at me in surprise. “After all, without you, we never would have discovered the traitor.”

“A traitor?” She blinked.

“Someone had to have helped the assassins into the castle, someone working on the inside.” My eyes fell to the attendant. “I wonder, how long have you been working for the enemies?”