1955, Proclaiming Himself a God
"But after all, the stargate is there. A stargate built at enormous expense cannot be shut down because of Mongar-Mongar. So, I also recommend applying for Orbital Bombardment," Ruper said.
Sherry Birkin closed her eyes and pondered for a moment.
Then, an unfamiliar voice suddenly came from somewhere. Ah... a stargate. What is a stargate? Let me guess, a means of... interstellar travel, different from... hyperspace routes.
This time, even Sherry Birkin, who had remained incomparably calm throughout, suddenly shuddered. She lowered her head with an incredulous expression.
That was right. The voice had come from below.
That vast expanse of lake-like sludge—Mongar-Mongar!
Several heads suddenly emerged from the sludge. They were the Umbrella staff members who had fallen in earlier!
They were covered in sludge, their protective suits torn apart. Tentacle-like appendages extended directly from the muck and plunged into the backs of their heads.
Then, pulled by those tentacles, the people slowly rose into the air, hovering more than ten meters beneath Sherry Birkin and the others.
They spoke in unison. Is it strange? To see an existence completely different from yourselves, yet possessing intelligence.
Their voices were perfectly synchronized, without even a 0.1-second discrepancy. It sounded as though a single person were speaking!
"I simply did not expect a virus to possess the ability to speak," Sherry Birkin said, quickly regaining her composure.
You call me a virus. That means... you have not realized who it is that you are facing, Mongar-Mongar said.
"Don't worry. I'll find out soon enough." Sherry Birkin spoke flatly. "I think I'll discover many things by studying you."
Oh, no. You have made a grave mistake... mortals should not touch the domain of gods, Mongar-Mongar said, its voice brimming with mockery.
"Interesting." A cold smile appeared at