"Why the Norse mythology?" Makise Kurisu couldn't help but retort, "And also, to blurt out an operation plan name like that—"
"Tonz, operation start!" Okabe Rintaro had no intention of explaining. He waved his hand and declared the start of the operation.
"Yes, yes." Hashida Itaru responded, his hands rapidly typing on the keyboard.
Soon, the SERN database, which had already been infiltrated, lay open before their eyes.
"There are 14 files in total. Just open one and take a look." With that, Hashida Itaru hit enter.
Subsequently, a report popped up.
"Jellyman Report 10, Subject: James Marcus." Makise Kurisu translated, "Origin: USA, Experiment Date: January 28, 2005."
"project z, Phase 4, Experiment Result: Subject deceased, match failed."
"This again?" Hashida Itaru heard a familiar phrase.
"This is believed to be due to an inability to withstand the infinite compression caused by supergravity and the pressure within a kerr black hole singularity." Makise Kurisu continued to translate.
But what appeared next was a photograph of a newspaper.
"Date…"
"April 3, 1921!" Okabe Rintaro read out the only numbers he could understand first.
"A male corpse, seemingly embedded in the wall of a building, was discovered on 14th Street in New York." Makise Kurisu translated, "The unidentified male corpse had turned entirely into a sticky, jelly-like substance."
As her voice faded, a terrifying sound effect suddenly played. Under Hashida Itaru's trembling pupils, just as Makise Kurisu had described, a veritable 'Jellyman' with half its body embedded in the wall appeared on the screen.
The outline of bones could still be seen within the gelatinous body, and slightly used teeth were encased in green gel, as if wide-open lips and teeth were displaying the 'deceased's' terror to all witnesses.
The dripping gel banana flashed back in memory.
The Jellyman's pupils, as if unwilling to rest in peace, seemed to be staring fixedly at all of them.
"…" Makise Kurisu's pupils trembled.
"What… is this…" Okabe Rintaro suddenly felt a bit speechless.
Makise Kurisu quickly read out the remaining conclusion in a trembling voice:
"Although not a complete success, it confirmed that Time Travel is feasible…"
Under the suspenseful background music, the camera pulled away from the backs of the three, slowly and gradually zooming in on the ugly-looking alpaca on the still-playing television.
"Jellyman Report 8, Subject: Linda Hill." Makise Kurisu continued to read the next report, "Origin: UK, project z, Phase 4."
"Experiment Date: February 15, 2004, Experiment Result: Subject deceased, match failed."
Accompanying Makise Kurisu's words, the camera slowly moved through the dimly lit Laboratory, as if someone could pop out at any moment, and stopped on the clock.
The minute hand clicked, jumping one notch forward.
"October 2, 1972, Tamil Nadu, India."
"A jelly-like female corpse was found on a road in Dharmapuri."
The sizzling sound of electricity echoed, and the 'Jellyman' slumped on the ground flashed by.
"After being unclaimed and abandoned, there were signs of being run over by a car, with the lower body damaged."
Makise Kurisu translated, but the camera no longer lingered on them. As she spoke, the camera seemed to search every dark corner of the Laboratory, like a pair of invisible eyes, observing casually.
"Jellyman Report 7, Subject: Mihael Lange."
"Origin: Germany, project z, Phase 4."
"Experiment Result: Subject deceased, match failed."
The corresponding newspaper appeared again below the report.
But this time, the newspaper was not from abroad.
"A domestic newspaper?" Okabe Rintaro frowned, looking at the familiar characters.
"Hmm, May 24, 1936, a corpse was discovered at the foot of Mount Hiei in Kyoto." Hashida Itaru nodded. Since the text was familiar and didn't require translation, he took over the task of reading, reciting the contents of the newspaper.
Similarly, a jelly-like corpse was clearly reflected in the black and white newspaper.
"There are fourteen like this…" Okabe Rintaro subconsciously took a few steps back.
Hashida Itaru asked, "Do you still want to see more?"
"No, that's enough." With that, Okabe Rintaro swayed weakly and walked to the side.
"…I'm going to get some drinks," he said.
Makise Kurisu watched his retreating figure, her arms crossed, and softly said, "He seems to have been greatly shocked."
"But why did it turn into a jelly-like substance?" Hashida Itaru sighed and began to ponder the scene again.
[As expected, when I heard the term 'Jellyman Report,' I already thought of the gel banana. Sure enough, the gel man finally appeared.]
[You'll regret not peeking at the report, and you'll regret it even more if you do.]
[Once you know this, there's no turning back!]
[The most brutal hack of CERN.]
[Why Norse mythology? The answer is because for a chuunibyou, only mythology is a foreign language that must be memorized.]
[By the way, after forty years of researching the Time Machine, have they only conducted 14 human experiments? Isn't that a bit few?]
[? You think that's few? Even one is too many in my opinion. This is a human experiment, what are you thinking?]
[Brooch, who was most excited at first, was the most shocked. Assistant, who was scared at first, was the calmest. Tonz's reaction was as expected. The acceptance ability of a two-dimensional tech geek is actually quite good.]
[NND, this terrible camera movement, so many shadows that I thought SERN was going to jump out and kill all these peeping guys the next second.]
[Then what's the point of playing? Two weaklings who gasp just moving a computer, and a fat guy who surrenders after two steps in the sun. Just take a knife and kill them all.]
[Their combat power is still too low.]
[So, why is it gelatinous jelly?]
"Whoosh—"
Turning on the faucet, Makise Kurisu actively washed the plate Okabe had used earlier for microwaving bananas, while saying, "Based on the data so far, SERN is using kerr black holes to develop Time Travel technology."
"In that case, it's equivalent to compressing a mass of 10 to the power of negative 24 kilograms into a length of 10 to the power of negative 19 meters and sending it to the past."
Setting down the cleaned plate and turning off the faucet, she held the sponge in her hand and tried to form a ring with her other hand.
"It's like trying to force this