There Are No Humans in the Monster Company — Chapter 38: Extraction Team 2, Supervisor Hong Na-gyeom

Chapter 38: Extraction Team 2, Supervisor Hong Na-gyeom

The⁠⁠ day began as‍ always.

Zone‍ D of the⁠ Extraction Room, the‍‍⁠ hallway of dimensional⁠ entity containment chambers.‍

Artificially‍⁠ controlled temperature and⁠⁠ humidity, air that⁠⁠⁠ seemed motionless, a strange atmosphere.

Today‍‌ as well, I held the extraction‍ log in my‌⁠ hands.

Calm⁠ face, familiar movements.‍⁠‌

But⁠‌ deep in my‌ heart, I was screaming in a very low voice,‌ very quietly.

‘Let’s‌‌ survive today too.’‍‍⁠

In‌ fact, I felt⁠ like I was‍ fighting more desperately⁠‍‌ to stay alive‍ here than when⁠⁠⁠ I was outside.‍‌‌

Anyway,‌‌ the first target‍ was D-33, Absent‍ Public Telephone Booth.

Beyond the glass wall,‍ there was only⁠‌ an old 1980s-style‍ telephone booth placed‍⁠‍ in the middle‌‌ of the room.‌

The‍‌ extraction method for‍ this subject was⁠‍‍ to maintain a phone call.

I entered the containment‍‌ room and picked up the receiver.‍‍

Normally,⁠ nothing could be‌‍‍ heard, but after‍⁠ ten seconds, a scream that seemed‍ ready to tear‌ apart my eardrums⁠‌ exploded from the‌ other end of‍ the line.

[Save‌ me! Please, open‍‍‌ the door! It’s‌ hot, too hot!]‌

The‌‍ pulse of the⁠⁠ pen and the⁠ warmth of the⁠‌‌ rosary intensified.

Along⁠⁠ with the screams, a black tar-like⁠‍ liquid began pouring⁠ out of the‌‍ receiver and soaked‍‍ the back of my hand.

I must never let‍ go of the‍ receiver or respond.⁠

I only had to‍‌⁠ identify the number‌‌ of voices on‌ the other side using the phone’s numeric buttons and⁠‍ enter the answer.‍

‘…Five⁠ people.’

Each time I pressed⁠ a button, the screams transformed into laughter filled with⁠‌ joy.

When⁠ the black liquid climbed up my‍ arm and began‍⁠⁠ wrapping around my‌⁠ shoulder, the extraction-complete‌‍ signal appeared along with a mechanical⁠⁠ sound.

I shook my arm,⁠ which burned as‌ if it had⁠‌ suffered a severe‍ burn, and hurried⁠ out of the‌‍‌ booth.

The‌‌‌ second dimensional entity‌ was D-56, Half‌⁠‌ Body.

Inside‍‍ the glass wall⁠ sat a person whose body simply⁠ did not exist⁠‍‍ from the halfway⁠ point onward, like⁠‌‍ a defective 3D⁠ model, leaning against⁠‍ the wall.

It‍‍⁠ had one eye.⁠‌

One ear.

And‍ yet it continued⁠ smiling.

That smile followed me‌ everywhere.

‘The‌ extraction method is⁠‍ to place a hand over its‍ heart and maintain‍‍‍ eye contact for thirty seconds.’

The‌‌‍ problem was that⁠‍ a human heart⁠‌ is usually positioned⁠ slightly to the‍‌ left.

And⁠ Half Body only⁠‍ existed on the‌⁠ right side.

I placed my hand‌⁠ over that transparent‌⁠⁠ half that existed,‍ yet could not⁠ be seen.

Half Body slowly turned‍‌‌ its head.

The‌‌⁠ mouth, of which⁠‍ only half existed,‍ smiled grotesquely.

I carefully met the‍‌ gaze of its‌ single eye.

‘Dimensional‌ entities are something‌ I never get‍‌‍ used to.’

How much time had‌ passed?

A heartbeat struck my hand.

Thump!‍

An⁠ unmistakable vibration reached⁠⁠ me from that‌ invisible heart.

I immediately left the‌⁠ containment room and‌⁠ headed to the third one.

The⁠‌ third target was⁠‌ D-103, the Record‌‌ Knight.

A classical-style room.

A record player placed‌‌⁠ in the center.‍‌

And on it, a human-shaped record spinning‌‌ endlessly.

It‌⁠ was an existence⁠ whose body, thin⁠ as a sheet‍⁠‌ of vinyl, had‍ been rolled into‍⁠ a circular shape‌‌ and fixed as‌ a record.

Bzzzzz… Screeech… Bang!

Every⁠ time the record‌‌ player turned, random‍ memories emerged from‌ within it.

“Mom…‌ where are you…..?”‍

“The‍‌ train… the train…!”

“I‌⁠ can’t see the‍‌⁠ sky… too… too‌‌ much…”

I put on headphones and gloves.

I had to replace‍‌ the bronze needle‌ attached to the‍‌‌ record.

Only‌ by changing that‌ needle could the‍⁠ distorted information waves‍ be collected.

Tap.

When‍‍‍ the needle pierced⁠ the record, the‍‌ figure trembled.

It‌ sounded very much‌ like a moan.‍‍

‘……My⁠ ears hurt.’

Avoiding⁠‌ the gaze I felt coming from‌‍ the record, I finished the task.⁠

After‌ completing all three‌⁠⁠ extractions, I let‍⁠⁠ out a deep breath and removed‌⁠ the Manager Myeon‌ face-mask I was‍⁠ wearing.

My‍‌ hands were soaked⁠⁠‌ with sweat.

“Gasp…‍‍ ha…”

A wet breathing sound‍ came from behind⁠ me.

It was the White⁠‌ and Chubby Furball.⁠⁠

A dimensional entity that,‌ at some point,‌‌ had started following⁠‌ me everywhere while‍ doing nothing except‍⁠ panting.

“What?⁠ Do you want to go through‍⁠‌ an extraction too?”‌

The‍ White and Chubby⁠‍ Furball let out‍ a strange sound, like a tiny⁠‌ whimper, and flopped‍‍ down beside my⁠⁠‌ feet.

I slightly lifted my‌ foot to move‍ away.

And‍ just as I was about to‍ head toward the⁠‌ next containment chamber,‍⁠‍ I heard a familiar voice.

“Mr.‌ Haeil~! So there⁠ you are!”

When⁠⁠‍ I turned my‌‍ head, I saw‍‌ Assistant Manager Son‌ approaching from the‌ other end of‍‍⁠ the hallway, waving⁠ the hand that‌⁠‌ sat on top⁠‍ of his head.⁠‍

He‍‌ strode over and⁠‍‍ patted my back⁠⁠⁠ with the enormous‌‍ hand that served⁠⁠ as his head.‍‍

“I was just about‌⁠⁠ to look for‌‍ you. Looks like‌‌ you finished at‍⁠⁠ the perfect time,‍‌‌ huh?”

“Is‌ something wrong, Assistant‌ Manager?”

Assistant‍‌ Manager Son spoke⁠ with an expression‍‌‌ that seemed strangely⁠‌‍ excited, though mixed‌ with a certain‍⁠ degree of caution.‌‌‌

“Extraction‍⁠ Team 2 has‍ returned. Well, to⁠ be precise, only‍‌‌ one person has.”⁠

“Only‌ one person?”

“Normally‌⁠⁠ the whole team‍ has to stay‌ together until the‌⁠ project is finished,⁠⁠ but it seems the schedule dragged on longer than expected. So they‍‍⁠ sent one person‌‌ back first to‌ share some zones‍‌ with us.”

I had always thought it.

The‌‍ Extraction Room was‌‌ far too large‍‍ for only six people from Extraction‌⁠ Team 1 to‌‍ manage.

And‌ since Manager Myeon‌ was almost always‌ in the office,‌ that meant there‍ were really only‍ five.

Moreover, in Zone D, I practically worked‌ alone apart from‌‌ the occasional help⁠ from Assistant Manager⁠⁠ Son and Supervisor‍ Shik.

“You‍‌ know that team was assigned to‍⁠ Project Wonderland under‍ Executive Director Ahn’s‌‍‍ supervision, right? Anyway,‍ from now on‌⁠‍ they’ll be handling part of Zone‌ D. Since they’re‌‍‌ the team we’re most likely to‍ run into, don’t you think it⁠ would be good if you at‍ least introduced yourselves?”‌

Assistant‌ Manager Son draped‌⁠ an arm around‌‍‍ my shoulders and‌‍ guided me toward‍‌ the office.

“You⁠⁠ should especially get‌‍ along with the⁠ supervisor who came‍ back. Human employees⁠⁠ need to look‍ out for each‍‌ other. It seems Manager Myeon contacted‌‍ Extraction Team 2 because he heard‍‌ you’ve been having⁠‌ a hard time.”‍⁠

Human‌ employees.

The‍ moment I heard⁠ those words, I unconsciously quickened my⁠‍ pace.

Was⁠ it because of‌ precedents like the strange Director Go⁠ Gyeol or the‌ suspicious Manager Moon⁠⁠ Ara?

Now‌ I felt more‍‌‌ anxiety than anticipation.‍‍‌

Could‍‌ a human who‍ had survived in‌ this place really‌ be considered normal?⁠⁠

“I’ve‍ heard rumors that⁠‍‌ she has a somewhat cold personality,‌ but even so, people always have something that connects⁠‌‌ them, don’t you‍ think?”

The‌ hand atop Assistant‌⁠ Manager Son’s head‌‌‍ playfully wiggled its⁠‌ index finger.

I nodded silently and‌⁠⁠ followed him until‍ we stopped in‍‌ front of Extraction‍‌ Team 2’s office.⁠

Clack.⁠‌‍

The‍ moment Assistant Manager‌⁠‍ Son opened the‍ door, the air⁠ inside the office⁠‍ burst outward.

A cold wind.

It‌ wasn’t simply air⁠‌ conditioning.

It‍ felt like pressure,‌‍ as though someone‌ had forced open‌‍ a space that⁠ had been in a vacuum.

“We’ve‍⁠ come to say‍‍ hello! Hong Na-gyeom,⁠ are you in‍‍ there?”

Assistant‌‌ Manager Son’s cheerful voice scattered into⁠⁠ the air.

I crossed the threshold and looked inside‍⁠ the office.

A woman who had‍ been sitting neatly⁠ at a desk‍ reviewing documents slowly‍⁠ raised her head.‍

“…”⁠‍

For⁠ an instant, my‌ heart gave a slight jolt.

Short,⁠‌‌ curly red hair.

Reddish-orange⁠ eyes.

And a deep, thick⁠ scar running across⁠ her entire neck‌ above an immaculate‌‌ white blouse.

She‍ did not rise‌‌ from her seat.‌‍

Nor⁠ did she smile‍⁠‌ in welcome.

She‍‍ simply set down⁠ her pen and⁠‍ looked at me⁠⁠ with a dry⁠‍ gaze.

In‍ those eyes were⁠ reflected the exhaustion‌ and melancholy characteristic‍ of human beings,‍⁠ things I had forgotten after living among nothing but‍‌⁠ monsters.

Assistant‌⁠‍ Manager Son lightly⁠ pushed me from‍ behind.

Looking‍‌ directly into her‌ orange eyes, I opened my mouth.‌

“I’m‌‍⁠ Jeong Haeil, a new employee of‌‍ Extraction Team 1.”‍

Even‍⁠ after hearing my‍‍ voice, the woman⁠‌ remained silent for‌ a long time.‌

Her‌ gaze fixed on‌⁠ Manager Myeon’s face‌ protruding from my suit pocket, and⁠‌ finally she gave‍ a brief nod.⁠

“I’m Hong Na-gyeom, Supervisor⁠ of Extraction Team⁠‌⁠ 2.”

She’s⁠‍ a person.

Definitely⁠ a person, but…‍

‘It’s‌‌ time to stop‍ having expectations.’

Audit‍‍⁠ Team Director Go‌ Gyeol.

Manager‍ Moon Ara, Head‍ of the Security‌ Team.

And⁠‌ Hong Na-gyeom from Extraction Team 2.‌⁠

In‌⁠⁠ addition to Lee⁠‌ Jihyun, who resigned‌⁠ on the very‌‌ day she started‌ work, and the⁠‌ employees of the‌ Department of Emotions‍‍ whose heads exploded‍ because of Assistant‌⁠ Manager Son.

Apparently,⁠ normal and sociable‍‍ people simply did‌ not exist in⁠ this company.

Then again, when I thought about it,‌ that was only⁠ natural.

There‍⁠‍ couldn’t be completely‍‍ sane people working‌ in a place⁠ like this.

“Alright,⁠‌ Mr. Haeil! Coordinate‌ the zone assignments⁠ well with Supervisor⁠⁠ Hong! I’ve got‍⁠ a mountain of⁠ work piled up‌ because of the⁠ external operations, so‌‌‍ I’m off.”

Assistant‍ Manager Son waved‍‌ the hand on⁠⁠ top of his⁠‌ head with his⁠ usual carefree attitude⁠⁠ and hurried out‌‌ of the office.⁠

When‍⁠ his footsteps faded‍⁠‌ behind the closed‌ door, an unreal⁠‌ silence descended upon⁠‍‌ Extraction Team 2’s‍‌ office.

I stood there awkwardly,⁠ looking at Hong⁠⁠ Na-gyeom.

She‌‍ had already picked up her pen again and was‍ writing something on‌‌ her documents.

The‍ scratchy sound of‍ the pen tip‌ against the paper‌ scraped at my‍ eardrums like a sharpened blade.

‘Should‍‍ I talk to⁠‌ her? Or wait?’‌‍

While⁠⁠‍ moving my lips‌ in search of‍‌⁠ a suitable icebreaker,‌ Hong Na-gyeom spoke‍⁠‌ first without taking‌‍ her eyes off⁠ the documents.

“Do⁠‍ you have equipment?”‍

A low, dry voice.⁠

I was momentarily puzzled,⁠ mentally reviewing the‌‌ word “equipment.”

Then I suddenly remembered‌⁠ the skin coat worn by Moon‌‌⁠ Ara.

That⁠‍ garment made from‌‍ the grotesquely intertwined skins of countless⁠‌ body parts, something‍⁠ that looked capable‌ of causing cognitive‌ contamination just by‌ being viewed.

I took out Manager‌ Myeon’s face-mask from‍ inside my jacket⁠‍⁠ and carefully showed‍‌ her the Virgin’s‌ Benevolence I had‍‌ received as a joining gift, along‌‌‍ with the beads⁠ of the Relics of the Smiling⁠ Martyr wrapped around⁠‌ my wrist.

“I‍⁠⁠ have the mask⁠ and fountain pen‍‍ given to me‍ by Manager Myeon,‌‍ as well as‍ a rosary borrowed⁠⁠ from the prototype‍ storage room.”

Hong⁠‌ Na-gyeom stopped writing⁠ and raised her⁠ head.

Her‌⁠‍ orange eyes scanned⁠⁠ the items I was showing her.‍

After‌⁠ several seconds, her‌ brows furrowed ever‌‌ so slightly, and‌ she let out‍ a deep sigh.‍

She‌⁠⁠ looked at my‍‍⁠ equipment as though she were staring at food that⁠ had expired years⁠ ago and then⁠⁠ rose from her⁠‍ seat.

The⁠ sound of the⁠ chair scraping against⁠‍ the floor echoed‍ coldly.

“Follow‍ me.”

Without‌ waiting for a response, Hong Na-gyeom‌ started walking.

Watching⁠ her back as‌‍‍ she moved forward⁠ with firm steps,‌ I awkwardly followed.‌‍

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“The monsters—or rather, the‌ methods of Extraction‍‍‌ Team 1—are far‍⁠ too crude. Extractions⁠‌ based on intuition‌‍ and luck inevitably‍‍ lead to accidents.”‍⁠

The‍ place Hong Na-gyeom⁠ led me to⁠⁠ was Zone C,‌ somewhere I had‍⁠ not visited in⁠‌‌ quite some time.‍‌

An⁠‌ extraction area of‌ a higher risk‌‌ level.

The⁠‌ hallways were darker,‍ and the walls⁠⁠ and floors were⁠⁠ designed with far‌⁠⁠ greater precision than those in Zone⁠‌ D, clearly demonstrating‌‍ the difference in⁠‌⁠ rank.

Without‍ hesitation, she walked‍‌ to the end‌ of the corridor‍‌ and stopped in‍ front of a containment chamber sealed‍⁠ by a heavy‌⁠ lead door.

Dimensional‌ Entity Name: Universal⁠‌ Employee Benefits Machine

Entity⁠‌‌ Code: C-91

Type:⁠‍ Object

“This⁠ is…”

“If‌‍ a human wishes⁠⁠⁠ to survive, they‌ must possess the⁠‌ ability to protect‌ themselves.”

When‌‍ Hong Na-gyeom operated⁠⁠ the numeric keypad, the door opened‍‍⁠ accompanied by the sound of pressurized⁠‌ steam escaping.

What⁠ appeared inside was‍‌ an enormous metallic‍‌ machine resembling a grotesquely swollen vending⁠⁠‍ machine, formed from⁠⁠⁠ a complex tangle‌ of giant gears‍ and vacuum tubes.

On‍ the front was‍‍ a lens blinking like an eye‍‍ and an insertion⁠ slot open like‍‌ a mouth.

“Stand in front of‍ it.”

At⁠⁠ that firm command,⁠‌ I approached the‌ machine without questioning⁠‌‍ her.

A heavy noise, like‌‍‍ chains dragging across⁠⁠⁠ the floor, came⁠ from within it.‍⁠

With‌⁠ complete indifference, Hong⁠ Na-gyeom pulled out‍ a crisp 50,000-won‍‍ bill and inserted‍‌ it into the‌⁠ slot.

‘…Cash?’⁠⁠‌

Watching‍ the bill get‍‌ swallowed by the‌‌ machine, I felt‌‌⁠ a strange sense⁠ of unreality.

‘Come⁠ to think of‌‍ it, I hardly‍‍ ever have a chance to use‍ cash anymore.’

My‍ salary was still‌ being deposited into‌‍ my bank account.⁠

But⁠‍⁠ now that I was no longer‍‍ going out with‌‌ Moon Ara and⁠ spent my days‍ wandering extraction chambers⁠ instead of convenience stores, a banknote‍‌ felt even more⁠‍ unreal than the‌ remains of a dimensional entity.

Clonk!

Satisfied‍ after swallowing the‌‌ bill, the machine‍ emitted a reddish‌ glow.

“Extend your arm.”

The moment she finished‌‍ speaking, a thin⁠ needle shot out⁠⁠ from the side‌⁠‌ of the machine⁠ and pierced my forearm.

“Ugh…!”‌‍

Along‌ with a sharp pain, my blood began flowing through a transparent tube‌ into the machine.‍‌‌

Using‌⁠ that bizarre combination⁠‌⁠ of my blood⁠ and human money‌‍ as fuel, the machine began operating with thunderous mechanical noises.

Clack,‌⁠ Crack, Whirr—

Sounds‍⁠ of something being‌ forged, carved, and‌ assembled came from‍ inside.

Hong Na-gyeom watched the⁠ scene expressionlessly while checking the time.‌

“This‌‍ dimensional entity synthesizes‍‌‌ optimal equipment based⁠⁠ on the user’s⁠‍ biological information and‌‍‌ the value of‌ the equivalent exchange.‌‌‍ I hope the‌‌ value of your‌‌ blood exceeds fifty thousand won.”

With a slightly sarcastic‌⁠ tone, the machine‍‌ expelled a cloud‍ of white steam.‌

Shortly afterward, something solid⁠‍ dropped onto the‍‌ floor with a dull thud.

Amid⁠ the white steam‍ emerging from the⁠ output tray, I slowly extended my‍‌ hand.

“What‌ is this…?”

A bewildered groan escaped‌⁠ my lips.

What⁠ I held in‌ my hand was‌ not a weapon.‌

Nor‌‍ was it armor.⁠

It‍⁠⁠ was a single‍‌‌ white pill, extremely smooth and completely‌ unwrapped.

Moreover,‌ it emitted a faint warm pulse,‍⁠ remarkably similar to‌ human body temperature.

‘They⁠ take my blood‍‍⁠ and money just to give me‍‍ a single pill?’

For‌ the first time, Hong Na-gyeom’s eyes‍‍ wavered slightly.

A small trace of‍‌‍ doubt crossed her‌⁠ face, which was⁠ usually as expressionless‍⁠ as stone.

“…A‍‌ pill?”

Immediately‍ regaining her usual‍ composure, she stepped‌ closer to the‍ white pill resting‍‍ in my hand.⁠‌

“This machine reads the user’s biological information and potential to‍ synthesize whatever they‍‍ most need to⁠ survive. It normally‌‍⁠ produces protective suits or physical tools.‌⁠ I did not‌‍ expect it to‍ generate an orally⁠ administered consumable.”

“So…‌ does that mean‌‌ I’m supposed to‍⁠‍ take it?”

Clutching the pill in my palm, I asked hurriedly.

“Do you know its⁠‍⁠ exact effects or⁠‌ possible side effects?”‍

At⁠ my question, Hong⁠ Na-gyeom fully regained her impassive expression⁠ and turned toward‌ the door.

“I‌ don’t know. It⁠ was designed specifically⁠‌‌ for you. Since⁠⁠‍ it was created⁠ by mixing your‍‌⁠ blood and fifty‌⁠ thousand won, you⁠‍‍ will have to‌ discover its function⁠‌ and capabilities yourself.⁠‌ I doubt you’ll‍ die from taking‌ it. The company⁠⁠‌ does not easily⁠ let useful humans‌ slip away.”

Her‍⁠ answer was unpleasant.⁠⁠

Without caring about my‌ reaction, she added⁠ coldly as she⁠ exited the containment‍‌ chamber.

“Try‌ it when your‌⁠ life is in danger. In any‍‌‌ case, this company⁠ will provide you with more than‌‍ enough opportunities to‌ test medicine by‌‍ risking your life.”⁠⁠⁠

I alternated my gaze‍ between the heavy⁠ lead door closing shut and the‍ white pill in‌‌ my hand.

‘If I die from taking this, will‍ they at least⁠ count it as‍⁠ a workplace accident?’‍‌

To‌‌⁠ survive in this‍‍ insane company, I now even had⁠ to swallow unknown‍‌ substances.

To‍ survive in this⁠‌ insane company, I had now found myself in a situation where I had to swallow‌‍ medicine of completely⁠ unknown origin.

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Dimensional Entity Name: Universal⁠‌⁠ Employee Benefits Machine‌‍‌

Entity Code: C-91

Type:‍‌ Object

Risk‌⁠ Level: Class C

(However, due to the‍ potential danger of synthesized equipment and‌‌ the risk of‍⁠ explosion in the‌‌ event of overload,‍‌ the presence of‍‍‌ a supervisor is‌‌ recommended during operation.)‌

[Details]‌

Equivalent⁠ Exchange-Based Synthesis Mechanism‌⁠

Operates‍ using the user’s biological information and capital (money or⁠‍ objects of equivalent⁠ value) as fuel.‌

The greater the value‌‌ of the sacrifice‌‍ offered, or the‌ deeper the potential‌‍ contained within the user’s biological information,⁠ the more sophisticated‍⁠⁠ and powerful the‍⁠ synthesized equipment will⁠ be.

The⁠‌ machine evaluates value on its own‌ and, if the‍ inserted materials fail‌ to meet the‍ required threshold, it⁠‍‍ will refuse to⁠⁠ operate or will‍‍‍ only produce low-quality‍⁠⁠ byproducts.

User-Optimized⁠‌ Personalized Production

Even‌⁠ when using the‌ same sacrifice, it‍‍ does not generate‌ fixed results.

It analyzes the user’s physical characteristics and‌‌ current circumstances to‌ produce the tool⁠⁠ in the “most‌‍ necessary form.”

Results‌⁠‌ range from ordinary⁠‌ equipment, such as⁠ protective suits, to⁠‌⁠ special equipment of⁠ bizarre and highly‍ creative forms.

Value⁠ Recognition and Overload‌ Response

It‌ can devour not⁠ only modern currency‌‌⁠ but also any‌‌ object in which‍‌ “value” has been‌ condensed, such as⁠ remains of other dimensional entities or⁠ metals engraved with⁠⁠ special symbols.

However,⁠‌ if an object‍‌⁠ of excessively high‍ value that the⁠‍⁠ machine cannot properly⁠ process is inserted,‍ it will enter‍⁠ an overload state‍ accompanied by black⁠‍ smoke and vibrations‍‌‌ caused by abnormal‍‌ friction among its‍‍ internal gears.

In⁠ that state, the‌‌ equipment expelled has a high probability‌ of possessing power‌ that is impossible‍‍‍ to control.

[Extraction‌ Mechanism]

Extracts‌‍ special dimensional energy‌ by recovering the‌‌ high-pressure steam and‌‍ complex mechanical rotational‍⁠ energy generated during‌ the synthesis process.‍

[Administration‌ and Usage Manual]‌‌

The‌‍ user must stand⁠ in front of‌ the machine so‌ that the red lens (eye) on the front can‍‌ properly recognize them.⁠‌
After‌ inserting a specified⁠ amount of banknotes‍⁠ into the money‍ slot, the user‌‌ must allow the‍⁠‌ needle ejected from⁠⁠ the side of‍⁠ the machine to⁠‍ extract biological information‍ from their body.⁠‌ (The sharp pain‌ experienced during this‌‌ process is part‌ of normal operation.)⁠⁠
Do⁠‍‌ not leave the⁠‌⁠ containment chamber while‌ assembly and crushing‍ sounds are being⁠⁠ heard from inside the machine. If⁠ the user disappears before the process‌ is complete, the‌ synthesized equipment will‍ be expelled in⁠‌ an incomplete state‍⁠‍ and may cause‌ harm to the‍‌ user.
Reintroducing‍ any object generated⁠ by this dimensional⁠ entity into the⁠‌ insertion slot is⁠⁠‍ strictly prohibited. Doing‌ so will cause‍‌ severe errors in⁠ the machine’s logical‍ circuits.

[Special‌‌ Recommendations]

Because‍‌ the exact use‌⁠ and capabilities of‌ the equipment are‌‍ not specified in‍⁠‌ this manual, the‌‍ user must personally‍ test it in‌ real situations to‌‍⁠ determine its function‍‌ and performance.