Recovery Countdown: Zero
Loot Collected: Pure Mark of Purity Crafting Manual (One Roll)
Annotation: "Produced by the National Church, blessed by the Battle Group Priests... it may be useful, or perhaps not, a Schrödinger's Mark of Purity."
"The Alien Blade cannot harm a single hair of a brother..."
"Enemies within sight shall not live to see the next day..."
"A brother's Explosive Gun will not cool in the blossoming flames..."
"A brother's Chainsaw Sword shall be soaked in the enemy's blood..."
Loot Collected: Copy of the "Emperor's Sacred Words" (Incomplete) (Handle with care)
Annotation: Produced by one of the Traitor Gene Originals, Loga Aurelian, glorified by the Imperial Church... Report to the Tribunal, it's just an incomplete copy, no need to... BANG (Explosion Roar)"
"Only death is certain, Torch of the Emperor's Will, eradicator of all wraiths. If one does not doubt, they are blessed by the Emperor. If they fail, they fall from His grace... Ah, perhaps she really said that... BANG (Explosion Roar)"
Loot Collected: Manuscript of "Imperial Truth" (Incomplete)
Annotation: Produced by the Emperor, violators will be punished... but how many still offer true loyalty without doubt?
Loot Collected: Ancient Hyperphase Sword (One)
Annotation: Crafted by the Space Necrons... Human before, you truly are fated with rib bones... have you ever heard of the galaxy's savior, the one true counter to the Hive Mind's will — the Silent King?
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Here's the translated passage with the name "Rosha" changed to "Zaire":
Salvage Countdown: Zero
Salvage Reward: Pure Mark Creation Manual (One Volume)
Label: "Produced by the National Church, blessed by the Warband Priests... may be useful, may be useless, the Schrödinger's Pure Mark."
"The Xenomorph Blade cannot harm a brother in the slightest..."
"Enemies within sight will not live through the day..."
"The brother's explosive rifle will not cool in the blooming flames..."
"The brother's chainsaw sword will soak in the blood of enemies..."
Salvage Reward: Copy of the 'Emperor's Sacred Words' (Incomplete) (Use caution when choosing)
Label: "Produced by one of the traitor gene originals, Lorga Aurelian, developed and glorified by the Imperial National Church... Report to the Tribunal, this is just an incomplete copy, no need for—BANG (explosive blast)."
"Only death ahead, torching the Emperor's will, clearing away the demons. Doubt not, and the Emperor will bless. If defeated and humbled, it is a fall from the Emperor's grace... Uh, maybe she really did say that... BANG (explosive blast)."
Salvage Reward: 'Imperial Truth' Manuscript (Incomplete)
Label: "Produced by the Emperor, offenders will be prosecuted... However, how many loyal and unquestioning people are left?"
Salvage Reward: Ancient Hyperphase Sword (One)
Label: "Produced by Space Necromancers... Humans ahead, you indeed have a connection to ribs... Have you heard of the savior of the galaxy, the sole nemesis of the Hive Mind—the Silent King?"
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Zaire's green wolf boy eyes swept over the salvaged items.
His gaze lingered on the high-value items beyond food and ammunition.
Among them, the Ancient Hyperphase Sword held the highest value.
It also aligned with Zaire's preferences.
There was also a roll of Pure Mark Creation Manual that had some use.
Even if just to decorate his armor, it would be a nice touch.
However, for the incomplete "Emperor's Sacred Words" and "Imperial Truth," Zaire squinted and didn't even look.
He chose to close the simulator's salvage page.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Zaire's mind wandered.
"Now, the many ideologies on Earth are already chaotic enough. These incomplete scriptures can't change much..."
Finally, Zaire seemed to mutter in a low voice.
The beat of the Riemann-Russ Heart seemed to echo within the engine's roar inside the cabin.
How to relieve sorrow?
Only through battle!
A few hours later.
The group disbanded at the base.
Iron Man David needed to maintain and repair the Valkyrie transport ship.
The dogfight at night had strained the engine's capabilities.
The Machine Soul was displeased, requiring pacification.
Jessica, who had removed her combat armor, seemed to have drained a lot of energy.
Exhausted, she had to go back to her room to rest.
Zaire, unable to sleep, began to wipe down the Hunter Lord Armor and combat armor with alcohol wipes.
Afterward, carrying a large amount of weapons and equipment into the armory, he suddenly remembered the hard drive and crystal ball mixed in with the ammunition bags.
"Hmm..."
Zaire looked down at the neatly arranged spoils,
A finger tapped his chin as he fell into thought.
The handling of the hard drive was simple.
It could be given to Iron Man David to decrypt.
But what to do with the dim crystal ball?
He had killed too quickly before.
He hadn't even had time to ask what this thing was for...
But the Minotaur monster, Agar, seemed to be using it to control some unknown energy?
Maybe it was some kind of special magical artifact?
"Forget it... I'll find a chance to ask an expert," Zaire decided, temporarily giving up.
He casually tossed the crystal ball onto the weapon rack.
Turning, he walked out of the armory.
Still wide awake, Zaire washed up quickly.
He put on sunglasses and a baseball cap.
He was planning to head to the Gao Corporation to retrieve some firearms.
And also visit his aunt.
Just as Zaire was about to leave the base, he unexpectedly ran into the sleepless Conner.
At this moment, the worried Conner was pacing up and down the base's corridor, occasionally moving his single arm.
Upon accidentally looking up, Conner immediately noticed Zaire's tall figure.
His eyes widened, and he hurried over.
"Zaire, I stayed up last night reviewing some files related to the compound. You need to stop them from mass-producing it..."
"Based on my own knowledge and the vague records in the documents, this compound only seems to work on humans in their childhood. If adults inject it, it's almost a guaranteed death! If it leaks out, whether it's misused by addicts or causes a superhero craze, it's not good at all!"
Zaire, who had taken off his sunglasses, looked at the anxious Conner.
He unconsciously bared his fangs.
With a helpless expression, he said,
"Uh, professor, Roxxon Industries has basically been disqualified. Their CEO and board of directors are wiped out. I couldn't help much... Only some loose ends need David to handle..."
"We'll figure out a way to get you more information about the compound, so you can proceed with your research... I just ask one thing, whether it's the compound or your limb regeneration serum, no human-related experiments until you have full confidence."
"I understand, I'm not some mad scientist..."
Conner, who clearly breathed a sigh of relief, smiled shyly.
He adjusted his scattered blonde hair with his single arm.
Then, he turned and headed toward the unfinished laboratory.
Zaire, putting his sunglasses back on, slightly shook his head.
He walked deeper into the corridor.
For a while, the entire base fell into a long silence.
Only the bright lights illuminated every dark corner.
Inside the empty armory,
Poof!
A thin strand of black mist suddenly rose from the explosive rifle!
It quickly lunged toward the dim crystal ball on the weapon rack!
Crack, crack, crack—
Accompanied by the faint sound of cracking,
And the ethereal sound of animal howls or the agonizing screams of dying souls.
The now thicker black mist slowly floated back into the explosive rifle.
It slowly concealed itself.
The once unknowable crystal ball had completely turned into a pile of fine powder.
It faintly reflected a dreamlike, iridescent glow.
Half a day later, Zaire returned to the base, holding a box of takeout Chinese food.
He placed it down, a gesture of his aunt's goodwill.
Turning, he walked into his own resting room.
Zaire sat cross-legged on the metal bed.
After thinking for a moment, he reopened the simulator.
Zaire stared at the rapidly expanding cooldown time on the screen.
He couldn't help but grin, revealing his fangs.
The remaining 1,079 hours, plus the 1,500 hours he just retrieved.
A total of 2,579 hours of resources!
Zaire took a deep breath.
Without hesitation, he erased the remaining 770 hours of cooldown.
He decided to proceed with the next simulation.
"Emperor, bless me—"
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