Flesh Mountain revealed a little about his past, intending to intimidate any unrest that might arise.
Then, in front of everyone, he contacted the security force.
In the cramped spacecraft, people's emotions could easily spiral out of control.
So every action had to be taken cautiously. Being captain was no easy job.
But after he briefly explained the situation, the official handling the case blurted out, "Something happened on your ship too?"
Clearly, this was not an isolated incident.
Flesh Mountain put on a nervous act and pressed, "Have there been many cases like this lately?"
The official seemed to regret his slip and began giving evasive answers. "The higher-ups are looking into it. Please keep your communications open. Also, I suggest you deal with the corpse, preferably by burning it.
"It would be best to impose strict controls aboard the ship. Put everyone in separate rooms, take defensive measures, and prevent... the same thing from happening again."
The official still offered some useful advice, but everyone's hearts sank.
Bound by discipline, government personnel could not speak recklessly before there were any results.
But as fellow citizens, there was nothing wrong with giving some proper advice.
The two did not conflict.
Flesh Mountain looked utterly shocked, his eyes wide and his voice trembling. "You mean... all of us could mutate?"
The official remained silent, but at that moment, silence was confirmation.
"I understand. Thank you."
Flesh Mountain cut off the communication and silently looked over the crew. Only after the pressure in their hearts had reached its limit did he speak. "Everyone heard that. These monsters... maybe it's a disease, maybe a virus, anyway, who knows what the hell it is. The government clearly has no way to deal with it yet. Right now, we can only rely on ourselves.