So I'm a Snake, Who Cares?

Even if he's someone's master, he must be a scary master.

What kind of person is this 'disciple' girl to be so bold?

"Hello. I'm Daisy. I'm Director Kadam's disciple and the senior zookeeper of Private Zone 2."

"Hello. I'm Phili Aden."

"I'm Obern Grimoire."

Kadam stayed still ominously.

Water drops dripped from his soaked hair and chin.

"Really, you shouldn't shout at guests like this!"

"..."

Then Daisy slapped Kadam's back with a smack.

Oh.

Kadam must cherish his disciple like he cherishes monsters.

For them to be so informal with each other.

"Go wash up..."

Daisy couldn't finish her words.

Because Kadam swung his pot lid-like palm.

Whack!

Daisy literally flew back, spun in the air, and crashed into the grass.

"Ill-mannered brat. Snort."

Kadam really snorted like an orc.

It was a hit almost like a traffic accident.

He left without even caring about his disciple who fell with her waist bent.

"Today's schedule ends here for now. ...We'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

Then he left swiftly.

Anyway, somehow we got through the first day well.

And, Phili carefully approached Daisy.

"I-is she dead?"

Phili, humans don't die that easily.

Unless they get their neck bitten by a venomous pet monster, they don't die easily.

Sure enough, Daisy who was bent over in the bushes jumped up.

"Grateful, right?"

"What?"

"You're the prince? That could have been really bad just now. When master really loses it, even ice water doesn't work."

Phili immediately understood what she meant.

What a bright person.

"Actually, I've been watching since earlier. There were widespread rumors about the prince and mage coming to the zoo."

"Ah..."

"Please understand master's rudeness. He's someone who really hates complicated politics."

"I understand completely. Thank you for your consideration."

We learned very clearly this time that Kadam hates politics.

Still, to actively come help us like this, what a helpful zookeeper.

"And, Sir Mage..."

"Yes."

Daisy approached Obern who was standing quietly.

"I look forward to... working with you."

Completely different from when she greeted Phili.

She twisted her body and couldn't look at Obern's face at all.

'Ah, I think I know why she helped.'

Obern smiled gently as if used to it.

What a jerk.

By the way, if the zoo director dislikes us, daily life ahead will be quite tough.

Until then, that's what I thought.

==

The Prosthetic Maker

Duiman was not like other prosthetic makers. Where they saw limitations, he saw possibilities; where they followed specifications, he dreamed of breaking free. His workshop, cluttered with half-finished projects and scattered blueprints, told the story of a man obsessed with pushing boundaries.

He had a dream that consumed his every waking moment. While others crafted prosthetics to match exact specifications, Duiman yearned to create something that contained everything - his expertise, his creativity, his very essence as an inventor. He wanted to break free from the constraints of conventional design, to build something unprecedented. Your next chapter is on empire

The prosthetic he envisioned grew larger with each new function he added. It became a masterpiece of engineering, incorporating every innovation he'd ever conceived. But as it grew, so did the problems. The size made it impossible for any human to wield effectively. A prosthetic too massive for even the strongest person to handle might as well be a sculpture - beautiful but useless.

Then one day, a revolutionary thought struck him: What if he wasn't limited to human users? What if the recipient was something far stronger than any human? Like... a gorilla? And not just any gorilla, but a monster gorilla with strength beyond imagination?

When fate finally brought him face to face with the gorilla monster he'd theorized about, Duiman's joy knew no bounds. His excitement was so overwhelming that he immediately wanted to adopt it as his son. Though that plan needed slight modification when he discovered the gorilla was female - a daughter would be just as wonderful, if not better!

Duiman could barely contain himself as he rushed back to his workshop. His hands trembled with excitement as he began working on what would become his magnum opus. Days and nights blended together as he poured his heart and soul into the creation.

He named it Armament No. 1 - a designation that hinted at the possibility of future innovations. This wasn't just a prosthetic; it was a multi-purpose masterpiece that incorporated every function he'd ever dreamed of including. It had tools for every situation, adaptations for every environment, and capabilities that pushed the boundaries of what was thought possible.

With trembling hands and tears of joy in his eyes, Duiman finally attached his creation to Madam Rila, as he had come to call her. As he watched his dream become reality, he knew this was just the beginning of an extraordinary partnership between a visionary maker and his unlikely muse.

"Is this... how to use it."

Madam Rila learned how to use the prosthetic instantly.

"G-genius?"

"Thanks, hehe. Used prosthetics... many times..."

To Duiman, Madam Rila was nothing less than a gift from heaven.

It was fine until then.

"I'll test it a bit..."

After saying that and starting 'practical use'.

Until Madam Rila instantly broke Armament No. 1.

"Sorry..."

"No, it shouldn't break this easily."

"Honestly, not great."

"Not great?"

"Previous prosthetic was, much, better made."

Lies.

That can't be.

Is this monster insulting me now?

Duiman felt anger like fire spreading in his stomach.

"Boss gave it... said gnome made it..."

However, Madam Rila's words weren't lies.

To think such a prosthetic could exist.

It felt like Duiman's worldview was being shattered.

Duiman silently took back the prosthetic from Madam Rila.

And threw it away.

"Please wait a bit."

"Okay."

"I'll make you the best prosthetic."

He realized anew what the true essence of prosthetics was.

And Duiman devoted himself to making a new prosthetic day and night.

He poured his soul and lifespan into striving to make the best prosthetic.

Finally, he made it.

"This is. Armament No. 0."

Prototype, first unit, Unit 0.

Why is it No. 0 when it was made after No. 1?

Because it's the law of this world that the prototype is always the strongest.