The White Queen had heard Morin say that dealing with the xenomorphs would be easy.
But she didn't believe it.
She hadn't witnessed Morin's strength yet, and more importantly, her core programming didn't include a command for "fully assist someone who claims they can solve everything."
A program couldn't gamble.
An unverified, arbitrary action would mean deviating from preset logic, entering an unknown state.
That kind of uncertainty belonged to living beings.
Not AI.
"Don't panic... Speaking of which, your degree of humanization seems slightly higher than the Red Queen's," Morin noticed.
"Yes. My program includes more emotional modules than my sister's," the White Queen replied lightly. "I only manage a single base, and my computing power is somewhat excessive."
She did a small somersault midair.
White lace flashed beneath her long skirt.
Morin: "..."
Who designed this?
Was it really appropriate to give an AI this kind of detail?
"Time is limited. I suggest you return to the surface immediately and relay the situation," the White Queen puffed out her cheeks.
"The xenomorphs are forcefully destroying the door locks. More than half of the barriers have already fallen."
"Otherwise, what do you think we came here for?" Morin looked down the corridor.
Even with multiple locked doors in between, he could clearly hear it.
The hiss of corrosive blood eating through metal.
The scraping of claws.
The mouthparts capable of piercing a Predator helmet stabbing forward again and again.
Just as the White Queen said, the xenomorphs were destroying the locks at almost any cost.
They wanted a path.
Fast.
The xenomorphs were intelligent.
All door locks opening at once was obviously not a coincidence.
The xenomorph queen didn't know what method the enemy would use.
That didn't stop her from ordering the workers to break through first.
As long as there was prey-
As long as the queen lived-
Worker xenomorphs could be produced endlessly.
What they didn't know was that they were about to face a prepared executioner.
"Sorry, I don't quite understand," the White Queen tilted her head.
"It means I came here specifically to deal with them," Morin said.
"I don't need to go back and bother anyone else."
A glowing Eden's Holy Sword appeared in his hand.
"Even if there's no money to be made, some things still need to be done."
Morin wasn't here for professional experience.
No matter who created the system or why he was chosen, he felt urgency.
He wanted to become stronger.
Most of the time, he was either making money or heading toward making money.
Rest was rare, and usually deliberate.
But some things weren't negotiable.
Morin had never forgotten his goal.
Not becoming the strongest.
But finding a way home.
And making sure the one who returned was still him.
Not a god indifferent to human life.
Not a devil who slaughtered without restraint.
If he had the ability to stop a zombie outbreak and a xenomorph disaster-
Then he would.
Experience points were a bonus.
If he got them, great.
If not, like when killing Predators didn't count, it didn't matter.
He had always acted within a simple rule.
Things I want to do, and things I can do.
"Sir, these creatures are extremely dangerous," the White Queen said seriously.
"A human wielding a cold weapon has almost no chance against them."
She didn't have a belief module.
Only evaluation, then approval or rejection.
She rejected the proposal.
"I still recommend immediate evacuation."
"Mhm. I know," Morin nodded.
"I have a tablet. Can you send me the real-time distribution of all xenomorphs?"
"Of course," the White Queen replied. "But I still urge you to leave."
"Mhm. Okay," Morin answered.
This was a skill.
In one ear, out the other, plus unconscious verbal response.
He had mastered it during years of listening to his mother's nagging.
Peak level.
The White Queen fussed like a hen.
Saying no, no, don't-
And still handing everything over in the end.
"...Wait," Morin paused.
"Did I just get played by an AI?"
"Are you truly not leaving?" the White Queen persisted. "They are extremely dangerous."
Morin and Alice weren't at the console.
She couldn't control their movements.
Other voice and projection devices were already damaged.
Only this corridor still worked.
Otherwise, she would never have let them enter.
"Open the door locks," Morin said, raising the Eden's Holy Sword.
"That exceeds my authorization," the White Queen refused. "I must protect you."
"Alright," Morin said calmly.
"Thirteen locks. Four paths."
He glanced at the tablet.
The Red Queen had already sent a real-time distribution map.
"Waiting here is pointless. I'll take the initiative."
"Alice?"
"I'm here," Alice tightened her grip on the spear.
"You wait here," Morin said.
"I'll leave one for you later. For practice."
"Okay."
Morin stepped forward, walking into the corridor.
His figure faded into the darkness.
"I'll activate all lights," the White Queen said quickly. "But the xenomorphs will destroy them. You need to act fast."
"No need," Morin replied.
"Darkness isn't their cover anymore."
It wasn't an obstacle to him.
"This will be over quickly. Besides-"
Before he finished speaking, the Eden's Holy Sword discharged lightning.
The entire corridor lit up in an instant.
Eden's Holy Sword: Didn't expect it, did you? I can double as a flashlight.
"...What kind of weapon is that?" the White Queen asked, clearly startled.
"A high-tech product," Morin replied casually, continuing forward.
"Madam, you seem to trust him," the White Queen said to Alice.
"Why?"
"You'll see soon," Alice said.
She couldn't explain it either.
Facts were better.
Morin reached the first door lock.
"I still believe retreat is the optimal choice," the White Queen insisted.
"It's not too late."
"So you're not opening it," Morin sighed.
His figure flickered.
He didn't destroy the lock.
He passed through it.
"Your body entered a strange state just now," the White Queen said sharply.
"Can that state allow you to pass through solid matter?"
"Yes," Morin replied smoothly.
"Stealth. A technique achievable only when the human body reaches its limit."
"I disagree," the White Queen countered immediately.
"Human cellular coordination does not support such movement. Theoretically."
"I suspect you altered your physical state using an energy medium-"
"No, no," Morin interrupted.
"Theory allows deviation."
He sounded very convincing.
They argued like that for a while.
By the time Morin reached another door, the enemy sounds were close.
"Ten seconds," the White Queen sighed.
"The locks will fail completely."
"Sir, good luck."
"Wrong target," Morin said.
"You should wish them luck instead."
His X-ray vision easily pierced the door.
He saw xenomorphs tearing at it, some using shattered limbs.
"Wish them luck that I don't chop them to pieces."
"Mission: Assassinate the xenomorph queen," Morin muttered.
"As an assassin-no, as a Templar Knight-we must learn from assassins."
"Know yourself. Know your enemy."
"So I'll complete this mission using assassin methods."
"Stealth assassination?" the White Queen asked.
"Wrong," Morin shook his head.
"Too shallow."
"An assassin's method is simple."
"If no one survives to see me, then I was never discovered."
"This is the ultimate secret."
"The Grandmaster Assassin's Stealthy and Rampaging Killing Style."
The moment he finished speaking, Morin vanished from the cameras.
In his place-
A longsword wrapped in a storm of lightning.
The White Queen: "..."
Was her data corrupted?
This.
And an assassin.
Did they even share a definition?
Morin activated stealth.
Lightning tore through the lock and swept across the corridor.
It passed in a flash.
Every xenomorph struck froze in place.
A moment later-
They split apart.
No blood sprayed.
The lightning had vaporized it completely.
Morin never stopped moving.
The tablet was packed with red dots.
Dense.
Everywhere.
And every time lightning passed-
Those dots vanished like cut wheat.
These killing machines were lambs before him.
Armor.
Claws.
Acidic blood.
Useless.
"...Is he human?" the White Queen asked Alice quietly.
Her database felt wrong.
"This isn't something a human can do."
"Of course not," Alice replied, watching the feed.
"If he were, humans would already be an interstellar civilization."
"...He's probably an alien."
She paused.
"Actually. He definitely is."
The slaughter.
The silence.
The way xenomorphs died without even screaming-
All of it was transmitted through the slime's microorganisms.
To the queen.
"ROAR!"
The xenomorph queen froze mid-laying.
This felt familiar.
Like there's a mole-stop producing.
But her choice was different.
She tore.
Her massive tail swung.
The huge, sausage-like egg sac-
Packed with face-huggers-
Was ripped free and discarded.
This was instinct.
When safe, the queen produced.
When threatened beyond protection-
She detached it.
Regained mobility.
Fled.
Or fought.
After regaining movement, the queen charged.
Straight toward Morin.
This base had a flaw.
Only one exit.
The queen had no choice.
A tide of worker xenomorphs surged forward.
The queen followed.
The ground shook.
A black flood rushed straight at him.
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