The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 600 - 95 -Sirraurus (2)

"And so, would you mind telling me exactly what she was doing?" My voice carried an edge of curiosity as I pointed toward the woman hunched over a pile of scattered papers.

At my words, she lifted her head, her sharp eyes burning with irritation. There was a brief silence before she clicked her tongue, glaring at me as if I were the sole cause of her suffering.

"It's because you kidnapped me from the facility that I have to keep working like this!" she snapped, her voice laced with frustration. "And because of you, I can barely do anything! How the hell am I supposed to conduct proper research without my equipment, my resources, my lab!? And how am I supposed to work under these pathetic conditions with nothing but a pen and some scraps of paper!?"

Her hands clenched into fists, trembling slightly, her breathing uneven from the sheer force of her anger.

Even without her words, it was obvious—this woman was someone who lived and breathed research, someone willing to sacrifice everything for the pursuit of knowledge. And now, I had ripped her away from her element.

"It's all your fault," she muttered, venom dripping from every syllable.

I arched a brow at her but remained composed. "And what exactly are you trying to find out?"

My gaze drifted toward the disorganized papers strewn across the floor. The sheer number of notes was overwhelming, filled with markings and symbols that I didn't immediately recognize. But as my eyes scanned the text, a strange realization hit me—despite the foreign script, I understood what was written.

"Portals to another world—why they appeared in this world and whether it is possible to recreate one."

A heavy silence settled in my mind as I absorbed those words. The sheer ambition behind the research sent a thrill through me, stirring something deep within.

I flipped through a few pages, my eyes quickly skimming the dense text and complex equations. Even if I had the intelligence to process it all, there was simply too much information to take in at once.

But just from the title alone, I already knew—this was something big.

And that title had certainly caught my attention.

"Is it even possible to create a portal to another world?" I asked, my voice calm yet laced with intrigue.

She barely spared me a glance, her hand moving furiously across the page. "Huh? Well, in theory, it should be possible. Right now, we're studying existing portals, trying to decode their structure and function. But..." she let out a sharp sigh, gripping her pen tighter, "we haven't had any major breakthroughs yet. Wait—why the hell am I discussing this with you? This is only going to distract me and waste my time!"

Wow. She really was obsessed with her research. Even as she spoke, her focus remained entirely on the paper before her, as if her hand refused to stop moving. The sheer determination in her movements was almost hypnotic.

Meanwhile, the other woman in the room merely sipped her coffee, utterly unbothered by the heated exchange happening right next to her.

A smirk played on my lips. "What if I said I might be able to help? Would that increase your chances of a breakthrough?"

For the first time, her movements faltered. The tip of her pen hesitated against the paper, and she lifted her gaze—only to give me the briefest glance before returning to her notes.

What the hell? Did she immediately lose interest in me the moment she saw my face? That was just rude.

"Help me, you say?"

At least she was still listening.

"Yes," I continued, my voice steady. "I might be able to assist you with your research."

She let out a dry chuckle, shaking her head. "And how exactly would you be of any help to me?"

I took a slow step forward, meeting her gaze with unwavering confidence.

"I'm a person from another world. Someone who came through a portal. Surely, that alone gives me insight that could be useful for your research?"

That did it.

Her fingers finally stilled, her pen coming to a halt against the paper. Slowly, she lifted her head, her sharp eyes locking onto mine, scrutinizing me in a way she hadn't before.

The weight of my words hung in the air between us, thick with unspoken possibilities.

"Hm..." She pressed a hand to her chin, her expression shifting into something more thoughtful. "Now that I think about it... you might actually be useful."

She rose from her seat with slow, deliberate movements, her long, straight hair swaying slightly as she straightened her posture. This was the first time I had ever seen her stand up—until now, she had always remained seated, her presence defined by stillness and quiet intensity. Her hime cut veiled her eyes completely, a curtain of dark strands that left me wondering what lay hidden beneath.

And yet, as she finally stood, there was an undeniable weight to her presence, as if the air itself shifted around her.

"Hmm… Hmmmmmmm~..."

A low hum of curiosity left her lips as she studied me, her gaze dragging over my body with an almost clinical yet unsettling intensity. It wasn't the kind of look one received from an admirer or even a predator—it was the look of someone utterly fascinated, as if I were a specimen placed under a magnifying glass.

Then, with no warning, she spoke.

"Would you mind removing your clothes? I would like to examine your body."

"Huh?"

"Huh?!"

Both I and the other woman in the room reacted at the same time, voices overlapping in sheer disbelief. The words had been spoken so plainly, so naturally, yet they carried such an absurd weight that my brain nearly short-circuited trying to process them.

"Uh… Did I hear that correctly?" I asked, still caught off guard.

"Hm? I believe I was quite clear," she replied, her voice calm and unwavering. "I said I wish to examine your body. Therefore, I would like you to remove your clothes."

This time, her articulation was even sharper, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

"Uh… okay," I muttered. "But… here?"

"I would like her to observe as well," she added matter-of-factly.

"Eh?"

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The other woman nearly choked on her drink, her composed demeanor finally cracking.

"I mean, I wouldn't be able to reach a conclusive analysis if I were the only one observing," she continued, as if discussing mere scientific protocol.

"Why do I have to be involved in this?!"

"As I said, I would also like your insight."

"Why? That's—it's weird!"

Even she, who had remained calm all this time, was flustered now. Her cheeks flushed slightly, her hands gripping the cup in her lap just a bit tighter.

And honestly, I couldn't blame her. The entire situation was beyond strange.

Still, if this was meant to contribute to her research, I supposed I could go along with it. After all, my curiosity matched hers—I wanted to know if portal creation was truly feasible. Could we actually manipulate these anomalies? Stabilize them? Direct them to specific locations rather than leaving them up to chance?

Of course, something like that couldn't happen overnight. The complexity alone made it seem nearly impossible. But if there was even a sliver of a chance…

Before I went through with stripping, I needed to clarify something.

"Before I take anything off," I said, "there's something I need to ask."

"Eh? Why?! I want to see it now! There's no time to waste!"

"This is something that should be asked beforehand," I replied, my voice firm. "Is it possible to configure a portal to transport someone to a specific world of their choosing?"

"Huh?" She blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the question. Then, tapping a finger against her chin, she mused, "Well… Theoretically, yes. It should be possible. However, achieving such precision would take a considerable amount of time. Given that naturally occurring portals don't operate with that level of control, I doubt we would reach a conclusive answer anytime soon. But as I said, it is within the realm of possibility. Now then—can you please remove your clothes already? We are wasting precious time!"

Frustrated by my hesitation, she suddenly reached forward, gripping the hem of my shirt with both hands. And without another word, she yanked it upward, pulling it over my head in one swift motion.

Lady, you're really going for it, huh? You haven't even taken me to dinner first.

Cool air brushed against my exposed skin as my shirt was cast aside. I felt the weight of two sets of eyes on me—one brazenly analyzing every inch of my torso, the other hesitantly flicking toward me before quickly averting.

The woman who had been sipping tea moments ago averted her gaze, but the betraying pink hue dusting her cheeks told me all I needed to know. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't help sneaking glances out of the corner of her eye, her fingers tightening slightly around her cup.

"Now then," the researcher continued, her voice still composed. "Remove everything."

Wait—the pants too?

A strange tension settled in the air as I hesitated. At this point, I couldn't even tell if she truly understood what she was asking for—or if she was completely oblivious to the implications of her demand.