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墨書 Inktalez
"I don't care whether it's called A-Mao or A-Dog; what exactly is this Vassal? What is its scientific name in the realm of biology?"
The conference room fell into a brief silence, but soon someone stood up and spoke.
It was evident that upon seeing the Vassal, everyone wore expressions tinged with a strange sentiment.
The peculiarity of this creature exceeded all boundaries, so when this person posed such a question, others appeared somewhat excited; it was indeed a very good question.
The young man in the room shrugged, looking even more thrilled. "The Vassal is a perfect biological combination between Cold-Blooded Reptiles and various other organisms. It represents an entirely new life form, exhibiting physiological traits reminiscent of Lizards, Dinosaurs, snakes, or even ants."
"You say it's a perfect being, yet it seems to lack any human genes. Isn't that right?" One of the officers frowned slightly at this remark, speaking calmly.
"Yes, that's a possibility. It indeed lacks human genes," the man continued.
"Since it has no human genes, could it be that our Search Team's entire trial is somehow related to this creature?"
The topic felt somewhat dull; however, the officer speaking was the stationed Supreme Commander. His words were something subordinates would not dare to voice, yet they resonated with the ongoing discussion.
In his view, it was crucial to address these unclear and ambiguous points at this critical juncture.
"Human genes? I don't know about that, but based on the possibilities just mentioned, this creature is highly likely to be omnivorous. Its biological structure appears quite chaotic, suggesting it could potentially combine with any organism," a researcher said with a slight frown, his voice uncertain as if he were still pondering something.
"When you say 'combine,' do you mean mating? Such a powerful creature has needs? How old could it possibly be to mate? That’s impossible; it’s unscientific." Another voice chimed in, belonging to a very large and rough man.
The researcher hesitated for a moment, thought for a while, then replied quickly, "Science—this world's science is still incomplete. No one knows how humans came into existence. Perhaps the first human embryo was created from the imagination of the Creator. No one understands whether this creature possesses mating capabilities regardless of its size. Even though it’s a Baby Demon in my view, its genes seem to include those of the Zerg."
The rough-looking officer paused for a moment, then interjected, "So, what you're saying is that this creature is very dangerous. It has reproductive capabilities from birth, and if it continues to live so rampantly, it could potentially deliver a devastating blow to the surviving humans. Do you understand what I mean?"
The researcher grinned slightly and replied, "Impressive, as expected of Colonel Sam."
"Impressive my ass! In a situation like this, you should have figured it out at a glance instead of wasting so much time beating around the bush. You conniving bastard, do you even realize that by now that thing might already—" Colonel Sam erupted in anger.
"Do you really think that creature is that formidable? How could it possibly be reproducing already? Every species has a certain physiological lifespan. In my opinion, this so-called Vassal, being a perfect organism, must possess an Ultimate vitality that surpasses that of humans. Therefore, its youthful phase lasts longer. As for mating? What surviving creature in this world would willingly combine with such a monster? You're overthinking it," the researcher explained slowly and deliberately.
"But it's still an extremely dangerous existence! What can we do? The Search Team we sent out has lost contact," Colonel Sam clarified, but soon his frustration boiled over. He slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "That's a hundred people! So many sacrificed! It will be difficult for us to explain this to our superiors. We need a solution!"
The conference room fell into a state of paralysis as everyone once again sank into deep thought.
After a long pause, an officer sitting in the corner stood up straight. He shook his head slightly, sighed, and said calmly, "Colonel Sam, temper your anger. Everyone present here wishes to avoid such a situation. If that's the case, we must come up with a foolproof plan together. We cannot allow disaster to befall humanity; we cannot afford to be the sinners of mankind. This heavy responsibility must be entrusted to those capable of solving it."
"Entrusted to those capable?" Sam scoffed at the remark. "Fine, I'm looking for someone like that to solve the problem. Who exactly is capable?"
He glanced around at the officers seated in the room; his expression hardened momentarily.
"Damn it! This bunch of useless leeches! How have I treated you all? At such a critical time, not one of you is willing to step up and fight for the liberation of all humanity. What an honor that would be! If I need to do something at this moment, who else but me? But I must stay here at the base and command these unreliable fools!"
The officers lowered their hats and shook their heads side to side, trying their best not to let their fearful gazes meet anyone else's. After all, survival was better than death; because if they died, their ideals and dreams—including the grand dream of liberating all humanity—would shatter.
"Alright then, you bunch of cowards," Colonel Sam snapped impatiently before sitting down.
"I have a suggestion." An old officer named Uto raised his hand from the right corner, eager to speak.
Colonel Sam glanced at Uto, feeling a bit incredulous. This Old Guy seemed to have some thoughts this time. Had he finally ignited a spark of justice in his heart upon witnessing humanity facing great peril? If that were the case, Sam wouldn't mind listening to some heartfelt words from him.
Sometimes, the words of these Old Guys held more insight and knowledge than those of younger officers. That was why he always preferred to associate with the older officers in the army; he could learn some useful skills from them.
However, their usual behavior could be quite troublesome.
Sam was well aware of this Old Guy's background—he held a military rank but lacked any impressive achievements.
On ordinary days, he would hide away in the logistics warehouse, perusing special photo collections of bikini models while battles raged outside. His favorite saying, which he often repeated, was that people die for wealth and should enjoy life while they can.
Such sentiments were hardly fitting for a sergeant. Sometimes, Sam truly wanted to report this situation to the military office.
But the higher-ups advised against it; there was no need to stir up internal strife with an old superior.
In the future, no one might be willing to partner with him because constantly watching his back would make it impossible for him to manage an entire army.
"It's simple—just one word: do it, damn it," Uto said casually.
"Is that really the plan?" Sam replied coldly, his face falling long.
"Of course not. I have complete confidence in activating the Nuclear Warhead Program."
"That big guy needs to serve a purpose once it's created. This isn't a time for human infighting; nuclear warheads aren't meant to intimidate some scheming politicians. A nuclear warhead can easily flatten a city. It doesn't matter what kind of beings are involved—even if they are Vassals or the most perfect life forms; they are just advanced organisms."
"In the aftermath of such apocalyptic destruction, no life can withstand that baptism. I've given this plan an elegant title: Ultimate Judgment. What do you think?"
The conference room was enveloped in silence, and the speech delivered by Private Uto resembled a frog leaping across the surface of a pond.
“Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit~” It was quite lively, yet no one was willing to applaud him.
Everyone was overwhelmed by his disjointed thoughts, unable to comprehend what he was trying to convey.
A fool was destined to struggle in serious situations; any solemn occasion could easily turn into a comedy, and even tragedy could be spun into humor. He was only suited for comedic settings.
“Uh…” Colonel Sam was at a loss for words, as if his mind had been struck with a thousand blows. The noise echoed in his head, leaving him unsure of how to counter Uto’s remarks.
“Mr. Uto, thank you for your wonderful suggestions for humanity, which is on the brink of extinction. When we truly reach that desperate point, we will certainly recommend you as the conductor,” Sergeant Sam shook his head and awkwardly added.
“Oh, not at all! As the last face of humanity, I am willing to make the ultimate sacrifice. I would gladly stuff my body into the warhead of a nuclear missile, transforming into the most splendid firework in human history.”
“Well then, let’s save that for when the time comes. I’m sure there will be an opportunity for you to go all out?” Colonel Sam could no longer tolerate Uto’s nonsensical behavior and stated firmly, “Now please take your seat. Thank you for your speech, but your plan is unfeasible.”
“But I think it’s quite good,” Uto murmured under his breath as he sat down, unaccustomed to having his decisions rejected.
No one paid him any mind; even Sam felt that giving him a chance to speak had been a mistake. The serious meeting had turned into his one-man show. If anyone laughed out loud, it would be impossible to regain control of the atmosphere.
In such a life-and-death situation, it would be better if he spoke less.
“Hey, I believe our soldiers have certain misconceptions about their combat capabilities. Take our elite troops for instance; we only have one-tenth of them available, yet this is already the maximum assurance we can mobilize this time,” a handsome officer stood up politely and said.
Colonel Sam nodded slightly at these words.
The man paused for a moment, then fell silent.
"Continue, it's a good start."
The officer nodded slightly, feeling emboldened by the approval. "I believe some preparation is necessary in this situation. The mistakes from the previous two attempts—oh, no, I misspoke; they weren't mistakes, they were oversights. We failed to gather timely intelligence during our searches. Two Search Teams went in well-prepared, yet unfortunately, they still went missing. My own disappearance signifies something that everyone has already mentally prepared for."
"We need to be ready. Just like this time, we must understand our opponent and then form a more rational Search Team to conduct another search, aiming to eliminate the Vassal's influence on the entire human race as much as possible."
"Alright, what kind of people do you think we should send?" Colonel Sam asked in surprise.
"I want to join this Search Team. The reason is that I wish to closely observe the behavioral patterns of the Vassal type of organism. This will greatly benefit my future work in the Biological Field. I hope to receive your approval." The young officer nodded slightly.
"Yes, if we can eliminate potential dangers, it doesn't matter who goes. Your desire to join is a good thing. Alright, I approve." Sergeant Sam smiled faintly.
"Thank you. For this Search Team, I need thirty people, ten of whom should be from the Hunter Team. I'll bring four researchers from the Biological Field with me, and the rest will be selected from the military to form a third Search Team."
"Fifteen elite soldiers, ten hunters, and five researchers?" Colonel Sam hesitated for a moment.
The fifteen elite soldiers were not merely strong individuals; they were human warriors capable of activating the first stage of the Gene Chain. This group was a minority even within the military, each capable of taking on ten opponents alone. A Suicide Squad composed of a hundred or so could potentially eliminate an equal number of low-tier Insectoid Soldiers under initial contact conditions.
This posed a challenge since both previous investigation teams had also included a significant number of elite soldiers.
Yet the outcome had shown no possibility of survival either time. Elite soldiers were not abundant in the ranks, and he only had the authority to mobilize around one hundred elite soldiers at his disposal.
Cultivating value was too expensive, and among those who could activate the Gene Chain without dying, there were very few. Losing even one meant that in a short time, there might be no replacements available, which would be a significant loss to overall combat strength.
Even when war approached, it was preferable to let the lower-tier soldiers charge first, preserving these elite troops as much as possible. The fear of losing elite soldiers one after another represented a major waste in terms of talent utilization.
Waste was akin to crime; surely, no officer would dislike having a battalion filled with elite warriors under their command.
In contrast, Colonel Sam felt a twinge of hesitation.
After a long moment, Sam made up his mind decisively. "Alright, it's settled. You must complete the mission."
"Thank you, I will definitely complete the mission," the young officer replied with a slight nod of gratitude.
Meanwhile, the other officers below let out a small sigh of relief. Finally, someone was stepping up to take action on their behalf; they wouldn’t have to risk their lives, which was certainly worth celebrating.
This time, the selected individuals were truly elite warriors, representing the finest within the human ranks.
"Alright, we depart in three hours."
"Before that, find suitable candidates. They must obey you; this is my order and the best concession I can offer you."
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