A few seconds later, Goddora's receptionist answered.
"Many technologies can achieve this effect, and it could also be a natural phenomenon. The universe has seen far stranger phenomena than this, so there's no need to be alarmed. Tens of thousands of new species are born and die every second. If we want to figure out the specific cause, we must conduct our own research."
Gu Hui: "This is exactly what we've been hoping for. We hope you can send someone to conduct an on-site inspection."
"The commission has been accepted. Current time: August 10th, 688 in the Galaxy Calendar. The mission has been scheduled, with departure expected on May 15th, 689, and arrival on July 5th."
The Galaxy Calendar was established by the three major civilizations and is universally applicable throughout the universe. However, some places still use their own calendars, just as Mandarin is widely spoken but locals still use their dialects. A universal calendar is basically only used for communication between different civilizations to facilitate time calculation.
"So long?" Gu Hui was taken aback.
"All activities are proceeding according to the schedule. Requests need to be queued. I have already received requests from other regimes on your planet, and I will process them simultaneously."
The receptionist at Goddora gave a very familiar, almost stereotypical, answer. After thinking about it, Gu Hui realized that this was exactly the tone used by the relevant departments to shirk responsibility.
Gu Hui turned off the communication, looking helpless.
"We still have to wait another year. Who knows what the Inhuman Phenomenon will be like in a year?" Gu Hui shook his head. "Fortunately, the Inhuman can communicate and are keen on being mercenaries, so we can control them to a certain extent."
The highest levels of Stardragon held a meeting. Since the Inhuman Phenomenon could not be dealt with for the time being, they decided to seize the opportunity before the situation worsened and launch a war against the Germinal, destroying Germinal and preventing Germinal from using this phenomenon to make a comeback.
Preparations for the Expeditionary War have begun again.
Tap tap tap--
Her military boots clattered on the cold metal floor. Hila, expressionless, moved forward through the maze-like, winding metal corridors. She didn't hesitate when she reached an intersection; she knew this area better than anyone—it was where Aurora was being held.
At the end of a deep corridor, a thick metal door blocked Hila's view. She walked over, her steps light. The automatic defense machine gun array in the corridor was always aimed at her, as if it would fire at any moment. Two guards stood in front of the metal door, one on the left and one on the right, blocking Hila in front of the door.
"I have the authority," Hila said coldly.
The guard stepped aside, tapped a few times on the control panel on the metal door, confirmed that Hila had received the leader's one-time authorization, then nodded and said, "You only have one hour."
He opened the metal door, and light spilled out, illuminating Hila's delicate yet icy face.
In her eyes, a pristine white room was reflected.
The layout is simple: a bed, a table, a chair, a bookshelf filled with books, and a toilet.
The bed was as white as an angel's feather, and a small, thin body was curled up inside the blankets.
Hila walked forward in a daze, stopped five meters away from the room, stretched out her hand and pressed it against the air, her palm touching the transparent glass of the isolation room, unable to go any further.
Her eye twitched.
The hand pressed against the glass suddenly clenched into a fist, so tightly that even the knuckles turned white.
"Sister?"
The blanket stirred, and a small head peeked out cautiously. The head had stubbled hair, delicate features, and an unnaturally pale complexion, as if from long-term malnutrition and lack of sunlight. The large eyes blinked, and upon seeing Hila, they sparkled with surprise and joy.
Aurora threw back the covers and staggered to the mirror, her steps unsteady. She wore a loose hospital gown, her bare forearms covered in needle marks. She was thin and frail, almost emaciated, her height barely reaching Hila's collarbone. Aurora to the mirror, pressing her hands against the glass, her face beaming. "You've come to see me."
Hila quickly reached out her hand, and through the glass, pressed her two hands together. A lump formed in Hila throat, and she choked back tears, softly asking, "How... have you been lately?"
"The doctors in white coats are coming less and less often. The last time I had an injection was thirteen days ago." Aurora blinked her big eyes, revealing a carefree smile.
Hila forced a smile, her gaze sweeping over the needle marks on Aurora's body. Her heart felt as if it had been stabbed with a knife. She knew why the doctors in white coats were drawing blood less and less often—it was because Aurora was recovering more and more slowly. Each time blood and bone marrow were drawn, Aurora needed even longer to recover.
The Power of the Dead senses life force. Aurora, who was once as dazzling as the sun, is now like a candle flame that could be blown out by a strong wind at any moment, her life force weak.
Her vitality was waning.
"Sister, tell me a story. I want to hear the one you didn't finish last time." Aurora sat down, hugging her knees, and looked up at Hila.
Hila sat down beside the glass and said softly, "Where were we last time?"
"Hmm..." Aurora tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "That uncle called Zero escaped from the base, what happened after that? Did you fight him, sister?"
Hila's gaze drifted into the distance, and she continued the story in a soft voice.
At the Germinal Headquarters, in the leader's room, a row of high-ranking personnel stood in front of the desk, reporting on various aspects of the organization.
The leader sat upright, his expression hidden behind his mask, his gloved hands clasped below his nose, and said in a deep voice, "The Inhuman Phenomenon has diverted the attention of the Six Nations, but it won't last long. At least the Inhuman have bought us some breathing room. Be prepared; the enemy could invade Andia at any time."
The senior executives nodded.
The leader glanced at it, then paused, "Where's Cerberus?"
"He's been busy with several recent breakthroughs in research."
The leader suddenly stood up and strode away.
Ilex was moved to tears.
After a month of ordeal, he was finally released.
That wasn't easy!
Although imprisoned, Ilex kept an eye on the forum and knew that Germinal had arrested other players. After his release, he was assigned to a special team of players called the "Inhuman Unit," all of whom were unfortunate players who had been brainwashed and bound to a faction.
Although he was far behind in level, Ilex was confident that with his Grade A potential ability, he would definitely be stronger than other players once he leveled up.
Foreign players like him are not uncommon. There are always some casual players who don't care which planet is whose base, and just choose the beginner planet according to their interests. Each beginner planet has casual players from different countries.
Cerberus proposed forming a squad of brainwashed Inhuman, a suggestion that was approved by the leader. He believed that the Inhuman, who could be resurrected, had strategic value and could play a significant role in the war.
The leader dispatched combat instructors who developed training and combat plans specifically for the Inhuman.
At this moment, Cerberus was in another laboratory, in front of a specially designed sealed chamber. Researchers were methodically adjusting the equipment next to him, and an experiment was taking place inside, from which came painful and frantic screams.
After a long while, the sealed chamber fell silent. The air valve opened, and the hatch slid open with a hiss, revealing what was inside.
A man whose entire body is equipped with various exoskeleton mechanical components, all of which are embedded in the skeleton. Except for his face, the skin of the rest of his body has been replaced with a flexible metal. His bald head is silver and he looks very high-tech. His huge body is several times larger because his entire body is equipped with an exoskeleton, making him look like a steel beast.
He was the first to undergo Number One [Super Soldier Project] transformation!