Chapter 70 Storm Date
In the wilderness, a magnetic storm is brewing.
Safe capsule room. Temporary combat command post.
Chris was checking the communication records with Mary, waiting for the latest mission file to be returned from the First Fortress. They had learned about Fitzgerald's latest mission arrangement last time, and they only needed to wait for the research team of Sir Klotte of the First Fortress to calculate the final data before they could officially enter the third mission.
The most important mission objective of this trip is the safety of the Zerg defense line.
Gary hasn't come out yet.
Rambo, who was on guard, glanced at the closed cabin door and took a look around the temporary command post.
Just as Chris came over to check on Gary's progress through the hatch, Rambo lowered his voice and reported in a low voice: "Sir, I have a question!"
"Ask." Chris glanced at him and understood his thoughts.
"Hehe," Rand smiled awkwardly, "Boss, if Gary, a 3S-level mental counselor, can this omega be saved?"
"Is our second mission objective going to fail?"
Although Rambo looks stupid and has a mediocre IQ, no one who can join this team is really stupid. He knows it very well in his mind that the third mission objective is the most important after all.
The scheduled mission time will soon arrive. If the two missions conflict, the one lying inside will definitely be abandoned.
The alpha, who had always been careless, did not regard Su Xi as a powerful person of a higher level just because he saw her powerful ability.
Perhaps we cannot simply say that this is Rand's mentality. For a long time, the ABO society has almost an extreme "A power supremacy" mentality of admiring the strong. Therefore, for omegas, no matter how strong their abilities are, at most they will only be evaluated as "very special" in their hearts, rather than being respected equally.
Chris didn't notice his thoughts and said in a heavy tone, "Even ordinary sequelae of advancement are troublesome, but her situation is more special, and it is more difficult to cure and stabilize her."
"But she is too important to get into trouble."
While the two were talking, Gary walked out.
"I'm not a 'mental counselor', I'm a 'mental inducer' and the Seventh Army's first interrogator." Gary corrected Rambo expressionlessly, "Soldier, please understand these basic common sense! Thank you!"
"How's the situation?" Although Chris had already seen the result, he still asked a few more questions with concern.
"I was bounced out the first time I entered. In the second round, I used the 'speech technique' to set a trap before I could get in. I have done my best." Gary hesitated for a moment, then whispered to his friend, "I was invaded in reverse."
Then he made a gesture that only the two of them understood, and pointed to the center of his eyebrows.
Chris immediately looked back at him in surprise.
Gary responded with a self-deprecating smile, and as someone who always took things easy, he quickly let go of the little knot about 'alpha pride'.
"I say - Chris, it's not right for you to leave me alone in here just now, right?"
Gary hammered Chris's shoulder and gave her a reproachful look. "Is this what a friend does?"
"Oh?" Chris raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You guessed it so quickly?"
"Look at your personnel configuration this time. There are such obvious similarities," Gary said with a smile, crossing his arms and looking around. "Isn't it obvious enough that you have carefully selected them to such an extent?"
Lao Mo, who was checking the equipment at the side, showed an expression of understanding, smiled and shook his head, then held a cigar in his mouth and continued to work with his head down.
"Haha! Don't worry." Chris smiled and said to him, "I will definitely transfer you to another position after I return this time. Isn't that great?"
"Okay. I'll listen to you."
Rambo, who was listening in the fog, became even more curious.
He approached Lao Mo, who of course ignored him. Then Rambo nudged Allen with his elbow, and Allen adjusted his glasses and gave him the same confused expression.
So, what exactly is the identity of this "very important" omega that Chris mentioned?
Rambo whispered to Ellen that although he was recruited from the streets, he had been on the mission for many years and knew the discipline well, so he did not ask any more questions. But the curiosity in his heart was like a hundred claws tormenting him.
Who is this omega who is so strong that he doesn't seem like an omega?
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Snap—pop!
Chris's high five attracted everyone's attention. "Now that everyone is here, let's explain the next mission change again."
She glanced around at the six people in her current team, as well as the other four members who were on the holographic communication line and who had just completed engine maintenance on the Sun-Swallowing Shuttle.
Chris returned their salute and motioned for Mary to unfold the document.
The 3D hologram of the Great Wilderness Star Region appeared out of thin air before his eyes. Chris swiped it lightly, and the 3D hologram of the Great Wilderness Star Region was like a glowing anemone spreading out in the deep sea, spinning and floating, surrounding the gaps between people like a living thing.
Chris stood in the center of the hologram with his hands behind his back and began to speak with a relaxed look:
"We have a total of three tasks on this trip. Although the first two have some twists and turns, they have come to an end so far. After the successful return, the corresponding points and contribution points will be distributed to everyone's accounts."
"Oh oh!" Whistles and cheers rang out, and the atmosphere at the scene relaxed a little.
However, Chris's expression turned cold, and his tone was serious, almost stern: "But! Soldiers of the Empire! Please remember that the next mission is the focus of this trip!"
"The original mission plan codenamed S85 has now officially received a replacement order!"
"Our primary mission before was to respond to and cooperate with the commander in this 'Universe Desolate Zone' operation! Escort the latest generation of 'Mother Worm Samples' back to the First Fortress. But now the situation has changed!"
"Five minutes ago, we received the latest update and data correction of the Zerg Gene Chain from the First Fortress. According to Sir Kolot's calculations, the Zerg's activities have entered the stage of defensive retreat before the generation change - this means!"
"The peak of hatching of this generation of worms has arrived ahead of schedule!"
"Once a new generation of queen is chosen!"
"The old defense strategies that humans used thousands of years ago will no longer be able to stop them!"
Christen paused, and was satisfied to see that although everyone looked shocked, they did not lose their composure. Even the usually loud Rambo maintained the serious attitude that an iron-blooded soldier should have when facing military orders.
She continued, "This mission has nothing to do with points or military merit, and even after completion it won't appear on anyone's public resume!"
"I hope everyone will face it in the highest state of combat readiness!"
"Do you understand?"
"clear!"
"clear."
Behind each passionate response is the persistence of belief and the commitment to all mankind behind the Zerg strategic defense line.
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Such passionate shouts made someone who had just woken up blink his eyes.
Su Xi slowly curled up and sat up.
In the small space, she pondered quietly for two minutes.
The dimly flickering azure light at the 'heart chakra' on her chest gradually faded away. She spread out her hands, and the small piece of beautiful icy blue crystal lay quietly in her palm.
My eyes scanned the narrow space. There was a neatly stacked pile of clothes and a space button at the head of the medical bed.
Inside was all her stuff, cleaned out from the rubble.
Su Xi got up, changed into clean clothes, took out a miniature space capsule from the space button, put the 'ice flame' substance into it as before, and then hung it around her neck again.
As her body had gone through several cycles of 'collapse-reorganization' during the advancement, her cells had actually been metabolized several times. Her hair, which was originally short when she fell on this planet, had grown long like seaweed and almost reached her calves. It was half dry and half burnt, and looked quite wolfish.
Su Xi had no choice but to gather her long hair in her hands. Then the liquid silver bracelet on her wrist followed her wishes and turned between her fingers into a shiny silver knife.
With a neat cut, she returned to her shoulder-length hair style.
While dealing with these trivial matters, Su Xi kept her eyes closed and felt the remaining spiritual energy circulating in her body. The dissipated and chaotic riot finally subsided slowly after her deliberate and active adjustment.
She couldn't help but recall that when her mental power was unstable and dissipating, she unexpectedly resonated with the scattering waves of the planet itself.
So...what kind of existence is calling her from under this planet?
She thought about it, but had no answer.
Su Xi pushed the door and walked out.
The transparent micro-shrinkable air capsule that she had stored away was now lying in the recess between her delicate clavicle, like an ordinary ornament for an omega.
Only when it was shaken slightly by the master's movements, the 'ice flame' substance inside, which had completely condensed into a solid state, would occasionally flash some extremely tiny light under the refraction of light.
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And on the other side, the edge of the event horizon of the 'Hera black hole'.
This supernova-level black hole, which can absorb all matter and energy due to gravitational collapse, now has one or two extremely tiny flashes wandering at the edge of its event horizon.
That was the visual reflection caused by the Dark Flame mecha dancing gracefully, floating on the 'escape point' of the black hole's gravity.
At this moment, the Dark Flame Mecha's 'Trident Engine System' was fully activated. Under the point-like ejection of 'non-typical force field particles', it restrained the tearing of gravity while adjusting the output power of the nuclear crystal engine in order to minimize the pressure of special substances on energy conversion.
This is a delicate dance like walking barefoot on a knife's edge. At the 'capture point' and 'escape point' of the black hole's gravity, the Dark Flame Mecha accurately maintains an extremely beautiful dynamic balance.
Inside the mecha cabin, Fitzgerald, who had entered a deep mental link, was paying part of his attention to the cross-time and space communication with the First Fortress.
He confirmed Albert's conjecture, "Yes. I am now at the edge of the event horizon of the Hera Black Hole, and can initiate communication at the critical point of the space-time paradox."
Ignoring Albert's surprise and Collot's advice, he briefly explained the next arrangements and unilaterally cut off communication.
He doesn't have much time left to complete his mission.
If there is any difference between this mission and previous ones, it is that while he is fulfilling his duties, he also wants to take care of his own selfish desires.
It is like standing on the edge of a black hole's event horizon at this moment, with the past of rebirth on one side and the future of the abyss on the other.
He didn't want to give up the small drifting cabin in the insect dream, nor could he give up the "racial responsibility" engraved deep in his genes.
He wants to take care of both.
Fitzgerald opened his eyes, covered his chest with his hands and put them back on the control button of the mecha. He felt the fluctuation caused by the missing small piece of "soul fragment", and the sudden fierce riot was completely quelled.
It is to calm down, not to annihilate.
very nice.
The red-haired alpha's wrinkled brows relaxed slightly, he breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his gaze to the entrance of the Hera Black Hole.
Thousands of years ago, the antimatter force field that humans preset in the "Hera Black Hole" was silently distorted and shook the huge gravity of the Hera Black Hole under the explosion of small artificial black holes around it.
So, a tiny white dot appeared at the very center of the 'Hera Black Hole', as small as a grain of rice but with clear edges, as if it was just a visual illusion.
Yet Fitzgerald knew that was the entrance.
The only entrance to the insect nest, where the 'Last Golden Queen' of the insect race is imprisoned.
In this cage created by the 'time-still' force field, the 'last queen' of the Zerg race can neither 'live' nor 'die'.
This is the "only strategy" for humans to block and limit the threat of the Zerg, a defense strategy that has been passed down and diligently implemented for nearly a thousand years by dozens of generations of humans. Under this strategy, the "Zerg Queen", as the "reproduction center" and "decision-making center", will be locked up forever in the weakest state!
The Zerg will always be in a state of division, and the ultimate function of the "Scavenger" will never be activated.
Only in this way can humans, as the current "interstellar overlords", stand at the top of the cosmic ecological chain and avoid the most deadly threats to survival.
Inside the mecha cabin, Fitzgerald lowered his eyes and read the huge data stream in the brain domain chain until the balance of the force field reached the most perfect state.
Finally, we can go in.
The Dark Flame mecha folded its wings and stepped into the tiny white dot without hesitation. It was a one-way passage with no way back.
Against the dark background of the universe, the white dot suddenly disappeared, and nothing had ever appeared.
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(End of this chapter)
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---【Extra】Su Xi's biography——
(Note: The following words are not counted in the paid word count; the stupid author accidentally wrote too much when thinking about the heroine's mentality. Yes, it's just two minutes. I thought of a sequel. Considering the rhythm of the main text, it is not included in the plot, but the words are too small to hurt the eyes if it is included in the story, so you can skip it!)
01. Introduction
Su Xi slowly curled up and sat up.
In the small space, she pondered quietly for two minutes.
During these two minutes, she recalled her past. She asked herself: How long has it been since you thought of that "Su Xi"? The "Su Xi" with a square character as its code, written stroke by stroke, with a total of 19 strokes?
At that time, she still had black hair and black eyes, just like the Beta female Chris who I had seen before she passed out from mental exhaustion, with wheat-colored skin and big, wavy hair.
Instead of the current 'Su Xi' that is pronounced in Interstellar Common.
This frail and delicate body was as delicate and sweet as the Barbie doll in the window, but she stopped playing with dolls after she started attending boarding school in junior high school.
Her original appearance, even when she was at her thinnest before entering junior high school, was more boyish than this.
Su Xi buried her head in her knees. The disturbing past in her mind made her sigh deeply.
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02. Candy
In her extremely vague memories of childhood, she did have parents.
At least on her fourth birthday, she had a stuffed rabbit from her parents. The pockets on the stuffed rabbit's overalls could be opened. When Su Xi, who still had a chubby face, opened it with surprise, she found candy in the pocket. She will always remember the sweetness of that candy, the warm hand of her father caressing her head, and the soft and sweet touch of her mother as she smiled and kissed her.
But suddenly one day, it was said that the parents who gave her the rabbit doll went to a faraway place, to the stars, to the other side of the universe.
She never saw them again.
Then she and many other children called a woman with a stern expression "Director Mom". This "Director Mom" was stern when facing them. If a black, red or other colored car stopped at the gate of the welfare house, "Director Mom" would smile, gently tidy up their dirty clothes, and gently feed the younger children.
At that time, five-year-old Su Xi was as thin and weak as a kitten or puppy. She learned to stand a little further away when other children surrounded the "headmaster mother" to please her for a piece of candy.
Doesn't she want to eat? Of course not. Otherwise she wouldn't have secretly hidden the leftover candy wrappers from the candies she occasionally got.
It's like I can eat it again by smelling it over and over again.
Perhaps for this reason, when Suxi later saw the cat-tailed loli holding the candy wrapper with its dirty paws and letting the dying Asay lick it again in Leila Asay's memory, she felt an irrepressible emotion, the unstoppable tears, and the urge to do something for her.
This impulse made her, who had just entered the alien world and was still very ignorant about the world of spiritual power, rashly build an illusory "utopia" in the mind of others for a leopard-eared boy who might still be in a hostile relationship with her.
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03. Foster mother
"Hi! Su Xi, would you like to go home with your aunt?" The young woman with short hair and fringe squatted down and asked her in the softest tone.
The summer cicadas chirped on the branches, and the wind under the shade of the trees was still hot and humid, making people uncomfortable, but the woman who looked at her tenderly had a very comfortable and cool scent.
At this time, Su Xi was six and a half years old. Her knees were bruised and there was a shallow cut on her arm. She had just had a fight with some older kids.
She didn't care about the minor injury and didn't want to answer the woman's questions.
"Oh my! This child is so naughty and stubborn!" The headmistress said with a smile, "Why don't you take a look at Momo? That girl is the obedient one! What do you think, Teacher Zhang?"
"Thank you, Dean. Su Xi is my friend's child. I did not adopt her, but I helped my old friend take care of her daughter until she reached adulthood."
The young woman addressed as Teacher Zhang responded politely, then took out an envelope from her pocket and placed it in the dean's hand with a smile.
"Oh! Oh! So that's it!" The dean's mother laughed a few times and took the envelope readily. The two adults looked at each other and smiled very amicably.
Then the dean's mother quickly took Teacher Zhang to complete the procedures.
After six-and-a-half-year-old Su Xi got into the car, she was still a little dazed. A warm hand stroked her head, covering her soft hair. She did not force the young Su Xi to get close to her, or directly change her words to call her mother.
I just quickly completed a series of trivial matters such as "registering for household registration" and "supplementing my school enrollment".
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Later.
There is nothing much to say, it is just some ordinary daily life. The foster mother treated her very well, and the young Su Xi was very touched, but she still couldn't call her by that name.
The foster mother never took the initiative to ask her.
I comb her hair and braid it. I accompany her when she is sick and teach her when she makes mistakes.
"Xixi, I don't expect you to be a 'successful' person in the future. I just hope you can be a mentally sound person who has the 'ability' to be happy."
"Do you know?"
Su Xi hugged her foster mother's soft waist and nodded.
She gradually became cheerful.
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Later.
On Su Xi's tenth birthday, after blowing out the candles, in the brief darkness, she whispered "Mom".
"Oh. Xixi is so good!" In the darkness, the foster mother paused for a long time before she replied with a sob.
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Later.
Her adoptive mother remarried, but she didn't get along well with her adoptive father. There was no specific conflict, probably just a matter of the auras not matching each other.
On the third morning of the second year of junior high school, the precocious Su Xi expressed her desire to go to boarding school at the dinner table. She clearly stated her thoughts, reasons, and subsequent academic arrangements.
The adoptive mother disagreed, but she was already four months pregnant and could not resist Su Xi's repeated requests and the persuasion of the adoptive parents' family and friends, so she finally agreed.
Although she had already been sent to school and into the dormitory, and had made a bed for Su Xi, she couldn't help crying when they separated. Su Xi had no choice but to comfort her sensitive adoptive mother while sending her home again and then taking the bus back to school.
Su Xi adapted very quickly to the new environment. She didn't think there was anything wrong with it. She even followed the most popular style among junior high school girls and grew her hair long and curled it. She also gained two or three close friends and was very happy, laughing all day long.
In class, she is sociable, academically competent, and popular.
And she always has the most love letters and dates, but not many people dare to confess to her face to face. Her best friend said it was because of her strange aura, Su Xi said helplessly, "I obviously want to fall in love too, maybe it's not my destiny yet."
"As a pretty girl, you not only have a good reputation among boys, but also never get bad reviews from girls. I'm so jealous of you!"
"You're prettier, and I'm the one who wants the lemon essence, okay?"
Her best friend hugged her waist and laughed, "That's because you are so popular. People don't want you to fall in love! Otherwise, what would we do, hahaha!"
She was still in middle school and high school, so she didn't want to bother with a first love that would end in failure. She declined all the love letters and chocolates she received.
Study hard and steadily.
Gradually, her foster mother, who visited her every week, began to feel relieved. However, she always prepared a lot of food, clothes and various small items for her.
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And finally——
Su Xi still has the memory of her near death, the inexplicable farce at her funeral, and her heartbroken mother in tears.
If Su Xi still has something she can't let go of in the first half of her life.
This was probably the only woman who had no blood relationship with me, but was better than a blood relative.
Maybe some of my close friends too.
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04. Travel
Su Xi is an experienced backpacker.
At first, she just went camping and mountain trekking in the mountains around the school, but later she found that she preferred traveling alone to the group activities at the university.
Of course, due to safety concerns, I spent my weekends with my self-defense coach.
"You are very talented," the coach always praised her, "Although your endurance and explosiveness are not the best, your body's intuitive reaction is very good."
"This is a rare talent. Physical intuition, like intelligence, is a kind of human 'natural gift'. Don't waste it!"
The coach always liked to persuade her to join the martial arts industry and always asked her, "Would you consider fighting in amateur competitions?"
Su Xi wiped her sweat with a quick-drying towel and refused with a smile. Although the secretion of dopamine after exercise made her feel happy and refreshed, she did not forget the original intention of her training.
After being rejected several times, the self-defense coach gave up trying to persuade him.
In addition to normal social activities and hanging out with a few close friends, Su Xi spent her spare time researching various travel guides and planning her trips.
After graduating from university, she did not follow her adoptive mother's advice to continue her doctoral studies. Although she could maintain her daily expenses by working part-time, she was eager to have her own home and did not want to accept financial aid anymore. Her adoptive mother was just an elementary school teacher and she had already shouldered too much for her.
"Really, I'm not happy that you think that way. What burden is it? Xixi," the adoptive mother, who was in a very emotional state at this time, was about to cry again, "You are my biological daughter."
"Yes! Then don't cry, Mom! Why do you act more like a child as you get older?" Su Xi laughed at her, and then changed the subject as usual.
After graduation, Su Xi found a job very smoothly and was promoted rapidly year by year. Although she still had a long way to go before she could save enough for the down payment, it was a very pleasant thing to slowly accumulate capital on her own without using money from her family.
Gradually, as an adult, Su Xi was no longer satisfied with staying in the same place, the same city.
Whenever I have a vacation, I always plan it to the utmost. For a short vacation, I would travel around the beautiful mountains and rivers in China, and for a long vacation, I would go to the other side of the world. In a few years, I even accumulated enough gold cards from various airlines.
She was fascinated by that different kind of scenery, as if only when she was traveling could she feel her heart truly at peace.
As you travel more, you will meet friends along the way. If you travel together, you will travel together for a while. If you break up, you will say goodbye to each other. Only a very few people will keep a vague email contact after the trip.
These are very fond memories.
If there was anything that Su Xi still missed about her days on Earth, it would probably be the travel plans arranged on the calendar.
But just like in her previous life, Su Xi treated it as a time travel, a flight with no return, a long journey. However, what she was fully appreciating was the scenery of the entire universe.
For her, the past is full of beauty, nostalgia, and concerns... but there is nothing that cannot be completely let go in the face of death.
She said to herself, I let it go.
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05.
Su Xi raised her head from her knees.
She asked herself, have I really let it go? At the moment when her 'spiritual power dissipated', when she was torn and pulled deeper into the earth by that 'inexplicable' existence, the extremely familiar and warm waves made her think of the past again and again.
She must figure out what 'existence' at the center of the earth is calling her.
The dimly flickering azure light at the 'heart chakra' on her chest gradually faded away. She spread out her hands, and the small piece of beautiful icy blue crystal lay quietly in her palm.
This thing also made her feel complicated.
My eyes scanned the narrow space. There was a neatly stacked pile of clothes and a space button at the head of the medical bed.
Inside was all her stuff, cleaned out from the rubble.
Su Xi got up, changed into clean clothes, and took a brief rest to tidy up her shabby appearance. The external injuries on her body had been well treated and irradiated with a recovery device.
Now it looks much better than that wolf-like appearance.
She let the liquid silver knife neatly trim her overly long hair, tidied it up a bit, and then stepped out of the cabin.
Gary, the spiritual counselor, was right when he said, 'Don't dwell on the past.'
Now that you are awake, let's continue your journey into this other world.
--(over)--
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