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The thing that awaited dissection was capable of inducing a gag reflex. But Ida wasn't particularly bothered by this. No, the corpse certainly looked repulsive, but the girl perceived it no more than as a laboratory specimen. Lying there, it didn't threaten to grab her by the neck, devour her, or kill her. It just lay there, not bothering anyone, quietly emitting an odor in the process of natural decomposition. Ida put on protective gear and wondered how Mahra could be willing to work with bare hands. Was the head of the workshop so skilled that she didn't risk splashing some kind of bodily fluid on her face during the procedure? In any case, it wasn't Ida's business. Her job was to follow instructions and carry out the task assigned by Mahra. The girl began to cut, following the instructions given by Utar's favorite student.