Chapter 4: The Useless Fabricator Must Die
I, Yi Ning, perked up and stood up from the sofa.
There were still quite a few things I hadn’t finished. I couldn’t rest yet.
For instance, I needed to check my current body.
Previously, due to limited conditions, I had only been able to glance at my face. Now that the work was done, it was time for a full inspection.
Unfortunately, I normally didn’t care much about my appearance, so there wasn’t a full-length mirror at home. But that wasn’t a problem for me, an evil scientist.
No mirror? A camcorder would do just fine.
I stood up from the sofa, grabbed a camcorder and pointed it at myself, connected the cable to the TV, then removed the dust cover and turned on the television.
A pink-haired girl in a white lab coat appeared on the screen.
“Hmm~”
With one hand on her waist, the girl leaned forward slightly, rubbing her chin while sizing herself up on the screen.
“Even though I already saw it on my phone, no matter how many times I look at it, this face is ridiculously cute. It’s a miracle that Pixel Mask was even able to go through with it. Could he be into guys?”
I began speculating maliciously.
My hand slid down from my chin, rubbing over my now nearly unrecognizable Adam’s apple.
The smooth neck made me feel a little out of sorts.
Thinking about other changes that might have occurred, a faint sadness welled up in me.
Also, I really needed to buy some new clothes.
Looking at the outfit on my body, I sighed helplessly.
My body had shrunk almost a whole size. The lab coat that had previously only reached my calves now dragged completely on the floor. Even after tidying up, the clothes were still far too loose—looking just like a daughter sneaking around in her father’s clothes.
I took off the lab coat and placed it on the sofa, undid the buttons and belt, and the loose pants, along with my underwear, instantly fell to the floor in a pile. Only a large shirt still barely clung to my body.
“Just undressing normally, but doing it in front of a camera makes it feel strangely H.”
I tossed the last shirt onto the sofa, kicked away the pants, then turned around in front of the camera, stretched my limbs, and gave my body a simple examination.
There didn’t seem to be any deformities. My limbs moved without any issue.
I raised both arms and carefully examined the skin.
The skin was delicate and smooth, pores were tiny, there were no scars, and it had good elasticity. There was hardly any body hair to be seen.
I raised my right arm and gave it a light flex, then pinched my biceps with my left hand.
So soft.
I sighed, then touched my smooth lower abdomen.
As someone who frequently needed to develop evil inventions, my body used to be fairly muscular. But now, all of that was gone with the changes to my body.
I reached under the coffee table beside me and tried lifting it up.
The coffee table lifted with ease.
Even though I had shrunk a lot and seemed to have no muscle at all, my body’s original strength hadn’t changed.
Exactly as I had envisioned during the design process.
That’s my genius for you.
I felt quite pleased with myself.
Once I was done feeling smug, I pulled down a seat cushion from the sofa and sat on it.
Next, it was time to check some more private organs.
Over ten minutes later, I got up from the cushion, rubbing my numb thighs.
I licked my slightly dry lips, tossed the seat cushion into the washing machine, poured myself a glass of water, and sat back on the sofa.
The changes in primary sexual characteristics were perfect. No trace of the original remained. Functions that I could test at the moment all appeared normal. However, some other functions would need to be checked at a hospital.
But then I thought about how little funding I had left, and I shook my head and placed the empty cup on the coffee table.
I was so broke I could practically eat dirt, and I still had to go out to buy some clothes later. I’d just wait until the organization arranged the group physical exam and have Ji Ping pull some strings for me.
Finally, it was time for the most, most, most important check.
I walked into the storage room and hauled out a rectangular device.
It was a height measuring device.
I placed it in the center of the room, swallowed nervously, and cautiously tapped it with my toe.
No good.
I pulled my foot back.
Just placing a toe on the device made me feel short of breath. If I stood on it fully, my stomach would probably start churning, and I might even puke from nerves.
I had already compared my height with Pixel Mask during our earlier confrontation. I estimated I was at least twenty centimeters shorter now.
Twenty centimeters. That meant the tens digit would change.
I pressed my hands together and prayed to every god and spirit in the sky.
Please don’t let it be exactly twenty centimeters.
Not twenty centimeters!
Nineteen or twenty-one centimeters was fine—just not exactly twenty!
I could swear I’d never prayed this sincerely in my life.
But even after praying, my heart still pounded uncontrollably—thump thump thump—refusing to calm down.
I had no choice but to try and calm myself with self-encouragement.
As long as it wasn’t exactly twenty centimeters, I could accept it. The odds weren’t high. What was there to be afraid of?
I kept taking deep breaths, even wrote the character “人” in my palm and pretended to swallow it, imagining the measuring device was a carrot—only then could I force myself to stand on it.
Did I really need to measure my height?
Even as I stood on the measuring device, I couldn’t help thinking that.
But it was already too late. The device quickly displayed the number.
“Your height is——160cm.”
“NO!!!”
I collapsed on the height measurer.
Why...
Why did it have to be exactly twenty centimeters shorter?
In fact, due to some minor dissatisfaction with the last digit of my old height, I had made a slight tweak to this measuring device.
The result it displayed would be one centimeter taller than the actual height.
“Damn it!”
I pounded the floor.
Exactly twenty centimeters shorter. Nineteen or twenty-one would've been fine...
Didn’t they know that one centimeter before rounding up was a massive gulf?
It took me quite a while to calm down.
I stepped off the device and gave it a hard kick, venting my resentment about my height.
But even that wasn’t enough.
I walked into my lab, pulled out a hammer from the toolbox.
I weighed it in my hand.
“This weight... barely acceptable.”
Then I walked out of the lab, stood next to the height measurer, and fixed it with a cold stare.
“Go to hell!”
With a bang, the device bent in the middle.
What followed was an unending series of bang bang sounds until the measurer was smashed beyond recognition.
I threw the hammer aside, stomped hard on the pile of scrap, and then grabbed cleaning tools to throw the mess into the interdimensional trash bin in my lab.
“This is the price you pay for making up my height!”