My Measurement: The Villain Desires a Satisfying Payback

Chapter 113 - 113: 107: Last Days of Preparation

Wednesday evening, three days until the meeting at Weinstell Park.

Ding-dong~!

After pressing the doorbell, it didn't take thirty seconds before I heard various sounds from beyond the wall as the door opened to a familiar face.

"O-Oscar, welcome!"

Flushed and with a stutter, Ella Chiba-Wallace naturally welcomed me into her home.

"Hi, sorry I'm like th-this..."

Facing the floor as she quickly closed the door behind me, she seemed to feel awkward as she all of a sudden apologised.

I did message her beforehand, but perhaps the timing of my arrival was rather unexpected as she wore nothing but a fluffy bathrobe over her skin, glistening with fresh water.

"No, it's my fault for not specifying a time in advance."

"I would offer a drink, but do you mind if I go and get changed quickly?"

"Go ahead. I'm probably not staying for long anyway, but I can make you or Liam some tea or juice if either of you would like. I even brought more stevia leaves."

I noticed her expression reveal a piqued interest to my words.

"Is... Is that okay?"

"Sure. It's not like there's a reason not to use them."

She stared at me for a moment before smiling, "...Then, if you don't mind, I'll take you up on that. I'll be back in a minute, sorry...!"

Leaving that message, she hurried upstairs. Immediately turning away from wherever she fled, I entered the kitchen and set down my bag on the countertop.

Zip-!

Rustle-!

I took out the same zip-lock bag that contained the stevia leaves as before and placed it on the side. Then, carefully grabbing a black case inside the bag, I did the same.

The case was precisely thirty centimetres across and a little under that in width, but what was held within was only a fraction of the size.

Click-click-!

Unlocking the clips on either side, I lifted the lid to reveal a small ampoule of amber-hued liquid in the centre; surrounded by nothing but shock-absorbent foam on all sides, it was a case specifically designed to secure and carry ampoules of high-value substances such as this.

Borrowing a glass from the cupboard, I poured out some apple juice and cleanly snapped the top open, proceeding to empty all of the contents into the juice.

Giving it a momentary stir, the liquid had mixed enough to be unnoticeable. To finish it off, I also put a stevia leaf into it as a sweetener.

After that was done, I returned the case and gloves to my bag and quickly brewed a cup of tea for Ella. I had never done it before so I had to follow the instructions of the Measurement of Truth; by asking what Ella's preferred style was, I found myself effortlessly completing the task within a couple of minutes.

Setting the tea and juice on coasters atop the living room's coffee table, the two Chiba-Wallace siblings soon greeted me downstairs.

"Oscar...!"

"Hey."

"Sorry for making you wait."

Greeting them whilst they took their seats at the table, I eventually watched the last drop of my apple juice concoction slide seamlessly out of the glass and into Liam's mouth.

Thud-!

"Ahh! It's super tasty today! Did you put more of those leaves in?"

At that point, my job here was done.

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What I snuck into Liam's drink was the final prototype of the M.E. Serum I had been working on.

Once the chemicals enter his bloodstream after being digested, the particular compound of ingredients I used should interact with the physical body in such a way that provokes the 'soul'―and thus, inducing the evolution of its power.

If all goes to plan, the boy should wake up in a few days with newfound power.

Furthermore, because I had designed the mix to work specifically for Liam as a unique individual, it should, in theory, work to maximum efficacy and with little to no issues or side effects.

Of course, because it is in no capacity a finished product, the likelihood is high that something unexpected will occur, but there was no time left to make any further improvements, so I made do with what I had.

In fact, all the chemists, metrisologists and inventors working on artificial Measurement evolution have gotten stuck on this exact step of creating a functional prototype.

As I've mentioned before, making it this far is the most difficult part; however, it is unfair to ask even a professional to guarantee any quantity of results.

Each mixture is tailor-made to fit the individual because every 'soul' is unique. Even the theoretical existence of a one-size-fits-all substance that could evolve anyone's Measurement regardless of characteristics, is plain impossible, so it has to be done this way.

If you add onto this that these mixtures are intended to communicate with something so incredibly personal that it is mind-boggling to much of the populace, then it becomes understandable why each and every concoction these people come up with is painstakingly made following months or even years of study, re