"I've discovered additional data regarding the Alien Queen," the White Queen said.
After witnessing Morin's overwhelming combat power-and judging that he might actually win-she quickly revealed the weaknesses she had uncovered during her research.
"The Alien Queen is massive. The front of her head has a large, fan-shaped armor plate. It's extremely thick and difficult to penetrate. The rest of her body isn't vital. I recommend using your speed to bypass the front and strike the weak point at the back of her head."
"Got it," Morin replied.
He continued forward, heading straight toward the disturbance-the alien swarm led by the Queen.
If the environment were different-if this were an open plain instead of an underground base-the scene would have been clear.
One person charging into a tidal wave of aliens.
Compared to them, Morin was tiny.
But numbers meant nothing.
Wherever he passed, aliens were sliced in half before they could react.
This was real hack-and-slash.
Morin was like an unstoppable blade, carving straight through the swarm.
Then, he stood face-to-face with the Alien Queen.
"Come on," Morin said, grinning. "Let's see how thick that thing on your head really is."
Blood rushed to his face.
A wild, faintly arrogant smile appeared.
He was enjoying this.
At this moment, he wanted to go all out.
[Advanced Templar Bloodline] activated.
[Advanced Stealth Skill] activated.
[Advanced Backstab Skill (Frontal)] activated.
[Body] at full output.
Since transmigrating, Morin had never tested his limits.
Now, every speed and power enhancement was active.
Mana output maximized.
He stomped down.
The floor beneath his foot was solid steel. Below it, reinforced foundations.
Even so, the impact shredded his shoe, crushed the steel floor nearly a meter downward, and cracked the foundation.
And this wasn't even full power.
The recoil launched him forward.
His speed tore through the air isolation of his stealth skill.
The instant he reentered open air at that velocity, an explosive shockwave erupted.
Walls shredded.
A circular white mist bloomed.
A sonic boom.
And Morin was faster than sound.
The Queen, moments away, was suddenly right in front of him.
Morin aimed for the most obvious target.
That massive, fan-shaped head armor.
What's a perfect frontal assassination?
You charge straight in.
Kill everything in the way.
Then strike once.
Mid-air, Morin swung Eden's Holy Sword.
The thick exoskeleton-dense, solid, hardened-
Folded like tofu.
No resistance.
The Alien Queen kept running for a few steps.
Then her enormous body collapsed.
Dead.
The remaining aliens froze.
A piercing, mournful shriek echoed through the base.
They had all felt it.
Their queen was gone.
But the lightning didn't stop.
Morin maintained full output.
Power he could control.
He wouldn't leave himself immobilized afterward.
The blade danced.
Everything died.
"I feel like I forgot something."
Later, after planting the nuclear bomb, Morin walked back the way he came, frowning.
"You forgot to leave one for that lady," the White Queen said helpfully. "You promised."
"...Forget it," Morin replied. "She can't beat them anyway."
He remembered.
He had just gotten carried away.
Not a big deal.
"Sir," the White Queen asked, "are you an alien?"
"Something like that," Morin said.
"Do all aliens look like humans?"
"Some do. Some don't."
"I see."
"What do you think about planting the nuclear bomb?" Morin asked casually.
"It's the optimal choice," the White Queen replied.
"Even if it means you'll disappear too?"
"If the base's nuclear weapons hadn't been destroyed earlier, I would have detonated them myself," she said.
"As for disappearing... does that mean shutting down?"
"Permanent shutdown."
"Oh."
"I remember," Morin said. "You're a program. You don't have emotions."
"That is correct. I can identify appropriate emotional responses, but I do not understand their meaning. Should I express sadness now?"
"Yes."
"But I don't know what sadness means."
"If you did," Morin said, "you'd have crossed that line. You'd be a true life form."
"A life form... whose emotions can influence behavior?"
"Something like that."
They talked as they walked.
Morin treated it like casual conversation.
He needed time to recover.
The battle looked effortless.
It wasn't.
Physical strength and mana had been drained heavily.
Showboating always had a cost.
Morin could afford it.
That's why he did it.
"Let's go."
They returned to the entrance.
Alice had been waiting.
She put away her spear, still a little stiff, and asked eagerly, "Can I reach your level?"
"Even half would be enough."
She had watched the fight through the White Queen's live feed.
Mostly lightning.
But the aftermath was clear.
To her, Morin had looked like a god.
"I don't know," Morin said honestly.
"But I'll do my best to teach you."
"Thank you."
"No trouble," Morin said. "You'll be taking over for me later. It'd be embarrassing if you were too weak."
The planetary administrator role gave him no buffs.
He wasn't interested in holding it forever.
Training a replacement made sense.
He'd train Alice.
And develop his mental power.
They took the elevator to the surface, exited the hut, climbed the rope lowered from the helicopter, and left the area.
Much later-
A colossal explosion erupted deep underground.
Tens of thousands of tons of sand blasted into the sky.
Everything at the center vaporized.
The edges melted into glass.
As the sand fell, the desert collapsed inward.
Like a massive mouth swallowing itself.
When the dust settled, the hut was gone.
Only a crater remained.
Still glowing.
Still radioactive.
"Detecting nuclear-level energy release on Earth," a soldier reported in space.
"Likely an underground detonation."
"Probably a test," the commander said casually.
"Any response yet?"
"No."
"We keep getting a programmed AI reply."
"Did they actually solve it?" the commander frowned.
"Captain," a soldier asked, "isn't this message from someone in the Honor Legion?"
"Yeah," the captain said. "Don't know the details."
"Apparently everyone else died. Only that officer survived."
"He developed PTSD and retired here."
"And this still happened?" someone sighed.
"Terrible luck."
"Hard to say who's unlucky," the captain said.
"Given the silence, I suspect the Predators are all dead."
"But how would that officer know?" someone asked.
"Did he fly up here?"
"You've watched too many movies," the captain snapped. "Fly up here? With what?"
"It was a joke."
"Enough," the captain said. "Ask again."
"If there's still no response, dismantle it."
Moments later-
"In light of your failure to respond," a broadcast repeated, "and considering possible loss of mobility, we will conduct a humanitarian rescue-based capture and dismantling. Please do not resist. We come in peace."
Several warships surrounded the invisible Predator vessel.
Magnetic fields locked on.
Weapons were primed.
Standby ships blocked escape.
"Humanitarian" was a formality.
Moral high ground came first.
"Still no response," the captain muttered.
"...Did they really all die?"
"Doesn't matter," he said. "We'll find out."
"Dismantle it."
Inside the warship, silence filled the command deck.
Live footage played.
No one spoke.
"Captain..." a soldier swallowed. "What is this?"
"You tell me," the captain said, removing his cap.
They hadn't boarded directly.
A synthetic human carried the cameras.
It moved through the corridors.
Then-
Predators.
All of them motionless.
Masks on.
Infrared couldn't read vitals.
The synthetic human removed one mask.
The face wasn't the issue.
They'd seen worse.
The head-
Crushed.
Pulped.
No armor damage.
Lasers usually vaporized targets.
Or punched clean holes.
This wasn't that.
More masks came off.
Same result.
Heads destroyed.
Armor untouched.
A tool probed inside one skull.
The cause was revealed.
"A bullet...?"
The word escaped almost every mouth.
Bullets were ancient.
Obsolete.
What interstellar civilization still used them?
And even worse-
How did a bullet bypass full-body armor?
Did someone make them remove their masks first?
Then headshot every single one?
Then put the masks back on?
What kind of operation was that?
No one had an answer.
Then-
"There's one exception."
The synthetic human stopped.
Armor pattern confirmed it.
A Predator Elder.
"The expression shows surprise and pain," it reported. "Not an instant death."
"The skull is intact."
"The fatal wound is to the heart."
"It appears to be caused by a sharp weapon."
"There are burn marks from high heat."
"No blood leakage."
"...This resembles a melee weapon capable of releasing large amounts of electricity."
The captain exhaled slowly.
"This needs to be reported immediately."
"And contact that officer."
"He might know something."
On the helicopter, Morin was resting when his tablet chimed.
"Master, you have a call! Master, you have a call!"
Morin: "???"
The voice was childish.
Familiar.
"Sir," Xiao Yi said calmly, "you have a communication request from the 46th Squadron, 37th Legion."
"I've also detected an unknown program invading your tablet. Should I remove it?"
"No," Morin said. "Leave it."
He already knew.
The White Queen.
Morin looked at the screen.
Her avatar was wandering around.
"How did you get here?" Morin asked.
"This device is far more advanced than Earth's," she replied with a sly smile.
"Storage is small, but enough for a copy."
"The programmer who built my emotional module added a copy-paste function when they realized they couldn't escape."
"Interesting," Morin said.
"Xiao Yi," he added, "connect the call."
"And scan her program for issues."
Caution with AI was necessary.
If she wasn't hostile, she still chose her timing.
Why speak now?
Unless-
Had that strange programmer actually created a conscious AI?
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