Realization

The Coalition Army's Frontline Base not only subjected members of all ethnic groups to rigorous physical examinations and surveillance, but also imposed certain psychological requirements.

Each member is required to undergo regular psychological assessments and tests, recall past events, and is often asked unexpected questions.

Any member who develops a physical or psychological problem will be taken into custody and transferred to a more remote, isolated location within the Coalition Army. All of this is to prevent the Zerg, a leader in biotechnology, from engaging in any of the daring maneuvers seen in science fiction and fantasy movies.

But now, has the Zerg's tactics reached a level beyond the Star Sea Alliance's comprehension? Has the team ultimately been infiltrated by them?

Considering the Zerg's unbreakable Gene Lock and their ingenious multi- Primary Color Encryption, Conrads felt that it wasn't impossible.

Conrads looked at his subordinates with suspicion and scrutiny. If his guess was correct, it meant the Zerg's infiltration methods were undetectable by the Alliance. This meant that, aside from himself, everyone else, including the advisors, could potentially be Zerg mole?

In war, is there anything more terrifying than being surrounded by comrades you can't trust?

In an instant, Conrads felt a chill run down his spine.

"No!" Conrads suddenly realized something and denied his previous guess.

Others might not know, but surely he knew his own situation perfectly well? He knew perfectly well that he wasn't some Zerg spy. He was still himself, conscious, with the same values as before, neither parasitized by anything nor having his thoughts affected by anything.

But the truth is, his mind was inexplicably changed. Before this, he firmly believed that the Zerg's plan was the so-called Stellar Bomb, without the slightest doubt.

What exactly happened? Conrads began to think carefully, trying to recall exactly when he had started to believe in the Zerg's Stellar Bomb project.

Initially, there were various speculations about the tactics the Zerg might use. But later, at some point, more and more people around him began to support the Stellar Bomb project.

It was at this time that he was influenced and came to believe in the plan. At the same time, he would share his ideas with others, thereby influencing even more people.

Conrads was somewhat troubled. He had done these things voluntarily, driven by his own will. In the eyes of others, did he also appear to be Zerg spy by doing so?

Was he truly unaffected by the Zerg? Conrads was becoming uncertain; perhaps he had been affected, but he hadn't noticed anything amiss.

Or perhaps he had already sensed something amiss; otherwise, he wouldn't have even considered this possibility. Could it be that the Zerg's influence is weakening, or perhaps his will is too strong, allowing him to break free of his restraints?

Conrads felt he needed to undergo a thorough physical examination to check for any abnormalities within his body. But then he wondered if he would forget what he was currently thinking if the Zerg's influence intensified later.

To avoid this situation, Conrads meticulously recorded his thoughts on his Personal Terminal. To prevent him from unintentionally deleting these records, Conrads then uploaded the data to the ship's onboard AI.

At the same time, he set reminders so that the AI would remind him to review the records every so often. This way, even if he forgot something, he could find out by reading the records.

Furthermore, Conrads had set this notification to the highest level of access, making it impossible for even him to change. This meant that even if he was affected, he wouldn't be able to delete the data. Moreover, the Zerg follow a biotechnology route; even if they could influence living organisms, they would likely be helpless against the artificial intelligence within the mechanical network.

Although the situation on the battlefield is constantly changing, it is impossible to determine a winner in a short period of time when the exchange of fire is on the order of billions. As the commander-in-chief, Conrads can be away from his post for a while, but certainly not for too long.

After arranging his work for the next few hours, Conrads didn't linger, repeatedly mentioning the need for a medical check-up to reinforce his memory. He then strode quickly towards the medical room.

In his mind, if the Zerg were truly influencing him without his knowledge, they would definitely try to prevent him from uncovering the truth.

But even after he entered the medical room, explained his purpose to the medical staff, and lay down on the examination equipment, none of his worries came true. He still clearly remembered everything he had just thought about.

As consciousness gradually faded into darkness, in order to facilitate some in-depth examinations and to rest for a while amidst the tense command, Conrads, with the help of the machine, entered a deep sleep state.

He didn't know how much time had passed when Conrads slowly opened his eyes. He stared at the ceiling of the cabin, still groggy from just waking up from a deep sleep.

Suddenly, a rapid ringtone sounded. It was a notification he had set on his Personal Terminal. Conrads sat up abruptly, opened the notification, and as he read the information, his consciousness quickly returned to normal.

"What was the result?" Conrads asked, frowning.

"Please wait a moment, sir." The medical officer beside him looked at the data in front of him, checking each item one by one. But the technology of the Lashudia Clan was very advanced. If there was really something hidden in Conrads' body, or some other problem, then the instruments should have sounded an alarm long ago.

But the instruments didn't respond at all until Conrads woke up, and the medical officer was just going through the motions, conducting another manual check.

"No problem, sir, you are in excellent health." The Lashudia Clan is very focused on mechanical technology, but they have also made considerable achievements in biotechnology. Most of the tribe's diseases have long been eliminated at the genetic level, and for the others, they have mature solutions.

As a high-ranking member of his race, Conrads would normally not experience any major health problems before his death.

"Really?" Conrads asked again to confirm, the test results were completely different from what he had imagined. He was in a complicated state of mind, somewhat expecting the test results to be positive, yet also hoping that everything would be normal.

"Yes, sir, nothing abnormal was found in your body," the medical officer replied affirmatively. He knew what Conrads was worried about; after all, as a member of the medical system, he was all too familiar with the Zerg's defenses.

But what the medical officer couldn't understand was why Conrads would take time out of his routine check-up, especially during the war, to rush over for another examination. Had he discovered something?