Part 2: Nano-GX875

"By becoming an owner of World Blueprint, you will own all pros and cons converging from utilizing it, with or without your attendance when it initiated." I shoved World Blueprint into my chest, the sunrise-like glows shrunk inside.

"Does that mean World Blueprint has its own mind?"

"Mind... Av, if that how you surmise it."

Rethinking about my approach, I came to Siqura with a central foundation of Worldline considering she had been doing it unconsciously and without concern to how serious it'd be. Could describe this as one man's Worldline sheltered millions of people on his back.

In my original strategy, the plan was to hide all functions and slowly developed her World skills so Siqura wouldn't depend much on World Blueprint when got to trust for ownership transferal.

To deter her from using Worldline, I had to explain — expose both her narrowed sights toward the no end disaster.

"But I was incapable understand for the purpose I was chosen. I'm normal... No. I'm not suitable. I'm only a low-class girl who knew a bit about persistence. I'm not the top in my class, not skilled in magic, neither have a reputation to redeem my free life."

"And all of those hindrances had matured your adaptability. How you act for your first Jump?"

"I... I think I didn't think. Live like how I live always."

I watched her for a while. "Well, Siqura. Most reality isn't simply alike just because they're humans all around the world. To struggle and accept a drastic transformation without overboard presuming it's not easy to do. People tend to overreact and if not controlled well, it led to bad decisions like for example... suicide." I peeked at her.

"Suicide..." She turned down, grasping her hand. "What... What would happen if... I didn't have adaptability as you said?"

I placed a stand-up rusty signpost in the middle of the room. It had a paint of {Alien Reality} which looked new color. "In a movie, the protagonist can just enter a different world with a clear mind. However, this is wrong. Even Magic Reality and Alien Reality looked similar looking, they're actually completely distinct environments. Can fish live on the land? How long?"

"I felt indifferent."

"That because World Blueprint gave you things required to live here such as memory, experience, new body, and the most important of all, a Worldline. Besides, do you forget about Gate Sickness? You're not a special person, Siqura. And I'll not lie to you about how you will become a great person one day. You just happened to be nearby when I was looking for the next owner."

"What if I somehow refused? To be an {Owner}."

"Bail at any time but anything that occurred while you have World Blueprint is gone. You will accept all the consequences, live normally, and we never met behind the school. Including your... friend."

"Ainari would disappear too?" Siqura raised her voice, making my hands paused. "Why?"

"You know why. World Blueprint duplicated your original life to a different Worldline. Technically, multiple memories you had from different realities what feeding Shudovo with your madcap strength of friendship until the summoned entity matured to high-complex personality. Without World Blueprint, you use only one bond which from your original Magic Reality and your friend Ainari will look like she should be from start."

"I can't do that." A frown creased her forehead. "I would be {Owner}. I swore." She gripped her hand as a no-turning-back resolve.

"True but partially."

"Partially? Isn't, I already did the Jump?"

"Your current ownership of World Blueprint is one percent. You can't do anything if I set a boundary." I lowered to the chair with a box of random things — toy, ball, marble, bullet, screw... — on my laps. "Sit."

She stepped away and sunk onto the chair like someone with unmet needs. What she was scheming to get from World Blueprint? Seriously, every one of them.

"Since you activated Set Synchronization ahead without explanation, I want to give you an overview about Worldline first before we digging into multiplex material —"

"What is {Set Synchronization}?"

This woman. She was so conscientious near me a while ago. But now completely in study mood, even our arm sides touched each other. Did restriction had gone off her mind? Or a goal in her mind had made her forget to see her surrounding.

My pocket rocked. Put the box on the table, I grabbed the port cuboid inside my pant and jacked the cable into my chest but quickly tossed it aside when I saw the first three letters. The napping Vilvua and Crecry on the table hopped and negatively squeaked due to the noise. "Set Synchronization is..."

The port vibrated again shortly after. Vilvua and Crecry flipped off the table and went in a separate direction. Vilvua's small stingray-like body jogged around the collection of paintings on the gym's walls — — and Crecry drew itself into a shadow after glimpsed around before dashed into the file cabinet to do outstretched hibernation.

"Should you take it?"

Nothing good usually when came from Noelon. Should be no problem to ignore her.

"It's," I continued, "a process when World Blueprint shattered Worldline into pieces, constructed back, and equally divided to each reality. No cost for activating it but you will never able to recombine them back. In another word, your Worldline piece in Alien Reality will be stuck here forever even you suddenly forget about it."

"Cost..." Siqura went quiet for some time before she stated, "I don't understand about World Value. Since most World Blueprint's functions had their own costs, did this suggesting a negative outcome if it happened to drop zero?"

"How you realize that fast? Previous selections thought they should be fine as long as they found a way to replenish it."

"Previous? They're someone else before me..."

"Hm. And they all failed, miserably, trapped in Erzon Reality." I snapped my fingers. "Let's call this World Value like a mana of your existence."

She flinched at the result of the snapping sound that had caused something to replace in the gym room. She glanced around for a second to discover the printing on the signpost had shifted into {Science Reality} silently. Even the metal pole was patched with coated thinner.

I threw a tennis ball out of the box, it clanked on the pole before dropped to a noisy bang, waving the pole back and forward. Down the base, a shiny metal ball unconcernedly leaned to the signpost's foot.

"It transformed... What?" She rubbed her eyes to refresh her view.

"Each reality has a connec — let's see... relationship. No. That didn't make any sense either." I said while discarded the deck of trump cards to the floor. It didn't hit the signpost but all the cards turned into credit cards, playing cards, fake money, paper flowers, and iron cards... spread on the air before their falls. Credit cards landed the furthest. "Use the vision."

"Um... how again — ah," by unconscious willingly, the World Vision spawned to reality.

"There is World Territory about seven fven on the floor. But I want you to look at the ball and the cards. Both of them have something pop out in common. Try to find the relationship between Alien Reality and Science Reality."

"It appears. There are...three question marks under the — these World Value numbers."

"World Vision allows you see many hidden things that obscure for bared eyes. It's so powerful that you can see the existence of my nanocells swimming in my body."

"You right... but they're small and too active to see."

"Well, they're tiny...and have to be fast... However, bear in mind that some people can see those invisible things without vision. If you continually used the vision, you will eventually oppress your sensitivity and acquire {World-sense}."

"Is there a reason why you choose the word {oppress} to explain it?"

"If you don't excessively control the usage of World Vision, World-sense will feel like gazing at the sun in a close distance without a blink. Even your eyes are scorched and cauterized to dust, you can still look and feel your head spinning around."

"That doesn't sound vigorous."

"Because is not. World Blueprint is an Imperfect Blueprint and not a Perfect Blueprint. The question marks are formed due to your insufficient knowledge for World Vision to explain in simple terms. You have no choice but to learn all sorts of things so World Vision has a pack of vocabulary to deal with data in an acceptable format. The more you knew, the less painful World-sense will be. But you don't have to worry about it as it will not happen any soon."

"I understood. I just have to study, right?"

"The lack of data is resulting from inaccessible info in your mind about Synchronization. You can give a different word and the World Vision will obey but try to understand the concept of equality first."

"The popular Equivalent Exchange — it's changed!"

I felt something wrong there. "What it said?"

"Not equal."

"I did say equality but..."

"Was it not good?"

"You're not... Hah... For now, just put {Synchronization} in the blank. I will explain in the future since we don't have time."

"But I agreed to return tomorrow. I'm free and also skilled at staying all night."

"But I'm not free."

"Oh. Ah. Hm. Sorry." She turned forward while flaring out two magenta glows in her eyes. "They fixed, leaving one question mark behind."

"Synchronization is a name of the means where you linked two realities — Worldlines into individual. And it will produce the same behavior as the other. Any relationship that seems not logical or unable to — hah... better show than tell."

Her eyes moved toward the side while her spine cranked down to breach for my demonstration.

"Take the credit card..."

Siqura went to get it when the port danced on the table again. I had no choice but to grab it. "Give me a second. Test what happens when you put all kind items inside the World Territory." I left the gym room to my room in one transition.

Before the door closed, I saw Siqura — instead of the credit card — moved an old newspaper and it morphed into a picture sheet of the Mona Lisa. Vilvua sprung to it and turned into a turtle inside the World Territory of Science Reality. It walked so slow like a newbie in the military.

"How?" Siqura said blinking and hawking from watching a similar effect of the morph-type spell. Only the fact, the spell effect took three seconds at the World Record.

I looked at the call but turned out it was someone else this time. I hurriedly closed the door and answered the call, "...," I didn't say a word since I didn't want to give accuse.

"[Finally, hmm... Waltren. Help me infiltrate a private brain.]"

"Zrathor Venim. Why me specifically?"

"[Because Dacrius said you have topmost hacking expertise. If you don't help me the parasite will escape and...]"

The moment of hearing {parasite} I knew what was this about. Parasite was a label that we gave to criminals once their activities had destroyed a huge amount of the colony's resources.

Dacrius had an idea about how I didn't like doing military chores. So each duty he messaged me would be big and critical only. Considering how he suggested Venim to me, it might something important more than merely a random criminal.

I and Venim both soldiers but in the subsurface, they're called as {zrathor} translated as {exterminator}. It was normal that the military and the zrathor are, didn't have a positive-looking friendship graph, pretty much like police and marine.

They said you should not judge by color but they forget to add uniform.

The reason I was in a mediocre term with Venim because she was the wife of Gearizen. Added more to it, she also experienced both as a soldier then later transferred to be zrathor.

"Is there anything important about this parasite?"

"[He possessed Nano-GX875.]"

When a new nanocell, virus, DNA, or anything that seemed valuable was found, a code name was arbitrarily and permanently assigned for a future asset. And Nano-GX875 happened to be destroyed by me all. It shouldn't exist along with its data. Did I miss one?

"Where?"

"[Fiftieth floor.]"

"Understood. I will be there." I shut the line. No one knew why Nano-GX875 suddenly vanished except Dacrius. Hearing someone had it, Dacrius probably sharing this information so I could destroy it again. The problem was... Venim. Very problematic.

As I was pushing to the gym room, someone knocked on my room door, blocking the portal utility.

"Covia," she said, "The dinner is done but I need to take a day early. My granddaughter's birthday is in there, so I need to dive for several minutes." A few minutes in real-world but hours in Ewroz.

"I understand." I opened the door. "I will wash all plates."

Behind Covia was a kitchen that mostly saw in a five-star hotel or restaurant. I could smell something spicy and hot. The thought about Nano-GX875 making my nose a bit numb to precisely predicting what Covia offered for us tonight.

"Just left everything on the table. Why you try to be a good boy now?"

"I see." I activated a genome in my nanocells and sent Celux through the air into Covia's nanocells. They're ridiculously small too see.

"But my monthly payment is still two weeks ahead." She stared at the money digits on her arm's skin.

"A bonus. Get something nice for your granddaughter."

"Oh, Waltren. Don't worry. I already bought the gift with my saving. What can old woman spend for herself?"

"Then, give Celux to her."

"She just a little girl! This is too much."

"Something that already given will not fly into my hand."

"Hah, fine. I will buy her a desirable present. With an honest tag from your goodwill."

"If that so, then," I grabbed my pistol. "Give this along with a present."

"Do you ever registered every word I said, Waltren? Besides, she's going to spend most of the time in Ewroz."

"Maybe she changed her mind and decided to become a soldier?"

"I'm not going to let her in danger." She stepped back.

"Come on, Covia. It's a military joke. Haven't heard it before? Break your own bone if you don't laugh."

"Haah... Stop playing with an old heart or it'll bite you back one day. I'm going now before an hour skipped."

"See you in the next few days."

"I'm not going for long."

"You might suddenly want to stay over after watching your granddaughter's face. I still have my special ration recipe on the table, so take time as much as you want. It's Ewroz anyway."

"Why you got sick over nutrient paste but not those?" Covia walked to the next door which kitchen storage and connected it into her room.

I closed the door, reset the output of the kitchen setting, and returned the path to the gym room while organizing information about Synchronization in my head to a timesaver.

Siqura was holding a softened hamuna(whale-like skin and eel-like response), Vilvua, that falling in love with a painting of Veizralia's Princess, and an unstable Crecry that readied to chomp her finger still in its alien's form. Crecry was a lazy alien and it'd make an enemy out {anything} that threatened its laziness. It continued cicada-crying brightly and clearly as a painful warning signal.

Though, Siqura didn't seem affected by its grotty malice.

At the corner of the room, there was a barbell that had partly faded into the World Territory as a stone weight. The signpost had been renewed with a wooden signboard, printed with the words {Magic Reality}. Grasses seemed to grow around the signboard with many magical objects glowing in a variety of colors. Near my magic sound-killer shoe inside the territory, Siqura's wand had switched into an Alxientic heavy gun which the only abnormality. She had used World Blueprint without me realized it.

"What are you experimenting with my pets?"

"Um..." With face endured reaction, she looked away. "No... I... don't know anything..." she said in a jittery tone. "It's happened."

"I caught you red-handed." My eyes dragged toward the angry Crecry. "You better want to put that alien down first. Slowly."

Crecry didn't sustain its threat anymore and bit her finger. Siqura let her hand go without thinking and dropped Crecry into World Territory, swapped its existence to...

Blueprint glitches merged out of Crecry, gradually its body grew like a projected tree and crushed three floors above us until a night appeared. However, its body unable to fit the area of World Territory so only the middle portion of Crecry limbs mutated.

Siqura squeezed toward the wall and unconsciously called her Alientic gun into a wand while still unable to swallow the fact. "Dragon! It's myth dragon!" Siqura Fodem(ed) the Crecry which reckon to be effective on a heavy target. However, she seemed to forget that myth had a magic immunity to some degree.

The dragon with flesh-red tough skin cranked down its neck toward the gym room, destroying dozen of windows upon one roar. Grumbling a mouthful fireball in its stomach, it eyed piercingly toward the one who disturbed its slumber. Its eyes were glowing beacons as it began casting Third Tier spell, Orhaiye(Fireball), as an act of revenge.

"Draaaahhhhhh!" Crecry proceeded with the last chance to give Siqura's last words.

"Aaaaaah!" Siqura continued breeding next spells but her emotional state was horribly upset to the point none of the castings had a perfect success rate.

"Crecry, stop."

The expanded mouth gulped back the fireball back into its belly, it produced one blow of smoke as result.

Siqura still thought the peril was nearby, only managed to bring Annom into a work.

I sighed and ironed my head, composing a wish that I checked Covia on the door a bit longer. How should I reveal to her after she came back from Ewroz? At least, I accomplished to prevent Crecry from patting the whole mansion into a lava field. My and Siqura World Values both seemed fine.

Dematerialized World Territory, Crecry returned into a small alien, it lifted the box into itself to go into an asleep state once more.

Since I didn't want to give more harsh tasks to Covia or listen to her lengthy chattering, I used forbidden Grade Star runes to convert the mansion into a default state. It would take time but fast enough before Covia dived out.

I was surprised Matrius didn't hear that. Did he out? "Seems it a good time to say you're not ready yet." I pulled one percent ownership from Siqura but she was still part of World Blueprint and had its protection.

"W-What was that?" She didn't seem to care for the lost ownership. "T-T-T-T-That is a myth dragon! It actually exists."

"What?" I made a {Don't see anything} face by making a presser facial expression and thin eyes. "Nothing there."

"No. I knew what I saw."

"Which illusion. Get a night of good sleep, Siqura."

"B-B-But..."

"I have something to do. Use this free time to research nanocells if you don't want to sleep. I have a library upstairs or you can spend time in a movie theater. Do what you want." I stepped back and moved toward the door. "Dinner is on floor level. Help yourself."

"Dragon — Nanocell? But dragon..."

"You're just having hallucination from having too much UV ray —"

"It's night now. I know that's a dragon. This is like..." Siqura hoisted the box to prove her point but Crecry beneath it went strike again through its restless shriek under its hairy-fluid mouth saying {go www away nawww!} or what it sounded like. Its venom was very disturbing more than bee and snake, I had to take it away since Crecry started using its potent weapon.

"Crecry," I called my pet away from Siqura. Then I dived into Ewroz without explaining to her a thing.

* * *

In year 14, some people or colony — no one truly knew who causing it — had launched a new virus-type missile into the sky and in just a couple of days many colonies that growing at the highest multi-level cities killed in the radiation as it seeped down to the lower level cities. Almost three-quarters of colonies in the world. People who struggle to build new colonies died easily over number against wild aliens without protection.

Azzrevxil was one of the colonies that somehow survived the attack even though it was stationed at the eighth level. There're many trees around to purify the virus from striking the colony. Since colonies at upper-level cities were eliminated, it became a sole reason why Azzrevxil could transport the colony into the highest level city, directly under the sky, by scavenging remains from extraordinary-developed colonies. With the sun, it was easier to grow food and nanocells.

This event was recorded in Azzrevxil's Archive and now had become a history textbook.

Unfortunately for them, that was half of the truth.

After the virus was launched, Azzrevxil discovered that the source of that missile happened to be very close by. The disaster prevention location didn't pass by luck. It was a place where the mastermind's base was. That was why the virus didn't leak there.

The one who created the sturdy virus, Nano-GX875, was one branch of Manuix Colony. This virus could breach the remarkable security of our nanocell defense and change the host's DNA in less than a second, depending on the host's body immunity.

Every latest nanocell would be input with the latest genomes to fight all kinds of nanocells, diseases, alien venoms, unexplainable sicknesses, and the most need to pay attention was against some potential future viruses. The human body was the best nature doctor.

If the body achieved to win against an unidentified virus, it'd store that the battle logs in a Vaxxine Genome(Immune System) and would be reused if the same virus infiltrated the body in the future. However now, nanocell already had that data needed for the body to process all steps and quickly overpowered against unknown virus each time it appeared.

In conclusion, nanocell was the best medicine alxience could offer other than various pellet medicines. Each time a new disease was seen in the lab, alxientist hastily built treatment genomes for the next nanocell update. Only the colony had free access. Anyone outside had to purchase it.

Now came to Nano-GX875, what it did was destroying all sub-genomes inside nanocell before killed the brain anything that could slow down the virus's genome. Therefore, it was impossible to fight it with Vaxxine Genome and nanocells alone.

I invented Gushroom eight years ago, year 17, that could absorb all radiations resulting from that year 14 event. However, it wasn't able to erase Nano-GX875.

I and Dacrius knew what the mastermind wanted with Nano-GX875 wasn't to kill people for no reason. It was much worst.

"Why it appears now?" Put one backbone on the soft bedding, I slotted my legs into the Ewroz's foot holders. Shoved the slime cable into my chest, visual windows began to rise brokenly in front of me from the newsfeed and new shopping mall reminder that I didn't even ask.

How long was it since I used Ewroz? I opened the control menu to check login history. Minus yesterday, it had been two years. This was going to be a lot of transformation as the time mindful doubled in the first layer — one day in real-time equaled to two days.

Would I manage to make Siqura the next owner before I found myself an aven? Would I able to feel the life I dreamed to have if I entered Eravix, where they boasting about the eternal rest?

I wondered if that was true. No one came back alive to narrate the anecdote. Eravix harvested their bodies as they died inside a dream far from than human lifespan.

As I was thinking about the future, I set {1a per zovfe} to the maximum. Perhaps, I could test to see if nanocells could agitate my unmovable heart.

I sensed Siqura tried to use World Blueprint but with zero ownership it was a useless attempt.

Lit up the virtual button {Dexen}, my zovfe rained down into Ewroz which then wirelessly traveled to the colony's port. I closed my eyes and took a breath for the impact. Freezing dashed inside my neck down to my feet like a spasm of pulsating trains.

The background of the room was turning darker like a horror movie and totally stolen the range of view from me.

The Ewroz sent data to the colony and began synchronizing with my nanocells, cisryte by cisryte. All first-time divers tended to resist a feeling someone controlling their bodies. But that was how it processed the {dexening} feel.

I lost a touch of my two big toes, and then the underneath feet. Slowly digging into the bones, my feet were cut off. It terrified me several times in the past. My body temperature dropped below the cooling point since I pushed the zovfe speed above the limit.

Once in a while, a thought from somewhere slipped into my mind, recounting my death. Pressure began crooking toward my legs, the pain started to slice out each zovfe, regardless of how many times I had dived before.

My lungs stopped functioning, I fell into a deeper layer of pain from losing control of my nanocells. It was a false alarm. I continued to calm my mind as the claustrophobia bars stabbing straight into my core. Everything tried to run away. A sense of nowhere.

All this process was known as a shore, somewhere between the surface and the subsurface. Ewroz was a device to take consciousness into virtual reality.

I drowned when the weight reached up to my throat, blocked the air pathway. The mass warded off from my mouth all at once when I was no longer able to feel my face. It reminded me of when I ended inside Erzon Reality.

There was one window with progression from {0} to {100} that I couldn't rid from a reflex of my eyes.

Of course, I could resist by shaking my body at any time but in exchange, I had to restart the awful procedure all over again.

The moment I could air tapping my inner nose, I knew I was about to arrive at the first layer which showed on the welcome menu, {Welcome to Dexen Realzy}. The conscious filled from my head as if my soul entered into my mouth and slowly glided toward my avatar legs.

Then the virtual sound — sliding of skateboards, beeping of traffic lights, waggling of windy grasses and trees, cats and dogs — flowed into the background. Layer upon layer of sounds stacked together thanks to the number of nanocells I had in my body.

The virtual smell soon came with hot baked loaves of bread and chocolate cupcakes. The taste of spiking ice coffees and breezy ice cream cups... I knew the food but my brain wasn't easy to trick. So, there wasn't a lot I could describe the smell or taste.

The last one was my virtual sight. Since I used low setting yesterday, it was supposed to look pixelated. However, the graphic somehow increased the density of faraway objects, through the windows, I saw ten towers with many road bridges moving out and in or the huge sphere building floated in the sky like a future fantasy. Except it wasn't.

Although most beautifying appearances looked too much of cyberpunk such as neon light in front of florist shop with ten rare flowers stationed behind the showcase, there was also an undeveloped playground at my left, packed with patient-kids descending and ascending inside a rainbow tube. Every time the kids were launched to air, the white-colored wind blew several balls and the kid had to catch as many as possible.

The sky was visible through the transparent roof of the center. At the hundredth level, we're able to see space or even stars, since per colony virtual space agreed to one planet. When we connected to another colony, virtually, in here we traveled across stars and landed on the next planet. It'd highly take more time than from the actual real location. Spaceships, space stations, jump gates, and so on happened to exist here too.

All simulation data into my nanocells completed when I had first sneeze. I wasn't sick. It unexplainable phenomenon each time we dived into Ewroz's world.

Sniffing air loudly into my nose, I stepped out from the login circle inside a mega-hospital and crossed a road that connected inside the hospital. Eightieth-level city. People didn't get sick in virtual reality. The problems to treat were mostly involving nanocell didn't align well with the diver's brain. This where the expert adjusted the set consisting of million complex variables that were unremarkably hidden from the diver's control menu.

If I ever got a test, one hundred percent sure the doctor would declare my brain as broken that essentially required a straightaway operation. So I was a bit conscious to not ramp any doctor or nurse and purchased a way to show the world about my special brain resistance. It was a brain developed from World Blueprint.

I'd famous. For a moment. Then, they'd stripped clothes from my real body and began poking my skin with a few loose cables scrambling my flesh brain. Or I had to resolve using World Blueprint and wiped their memories.

Passing ten note mats in front of a music shop, it played low to high notes but outspokenly had auto-tuned for bad notes. Several distances ahead, there was a huge building almost like a museum. All data bought and gathered by Azzrevxil Colony were preserved safely there for public education about the lost age; Toazen Library. Although it was named with {The Lost Age}, the modern data was also added each day in separate rooms till the present day.

Two streets away toward the Toazen library, I entered the former one and witnessed a hotdog stall and a lemonade stand next to the long recreation stair. It led me to a circle of elevators that would bring me up or down of cities. Pretty strategic plan to put a business. It should be known why this place was crowded.

As in the real world, this virtual world had a complete fabrication of multi-leveled cities, all were under Azzrevxil Overseer's domain that stored in the colony's port known as {cein dezvin}, the main brain. The overseer was an investor who had built the colony from scratch, slowly inviting people to be colonists over years. No president system. The overseer had absolute power from the beginning and usually, he or she inherited the colony to her member family or sold it like a piece of land.

Three elevators here were available. I chose the right one, closest to the northern stair where a clown and a mime fighting who could build balloon animals — aliens first.

I pressed the numbered button on the touch screen to descend through thirty levels at once. Since it was only virtual, it might reduce a bit of unnecessary cisrytez by putting a teleporting function.

However, this illusion world was nothing more a mirror of the surface — the real world. A figure or a proof to tell the world how we didn't give a shit about the real world anymore. Therefore, if Alien Reality didn't have any working teleporter, the Dexen Realzy also wouldn't do it. The purpose of this layer was to keep it as similar to real-life as possible. No part would include if it was obvious a simulation.

In short, if mankind was a bit smart and didn't try to attempt to build a spaceship and caused a no-gain war, this how Alien Reality looked like. Perhaps, we might able to meet a real-life alien than an engineered organism that we categorized as alien.

Outside of the opaque elevator wall, I spotted several tall buildings staring down at tiny people from here. I didn't recognize them before. I mentally opened up the control menu but due to habit, my index finger pressed the {serv} button to swim into the homepage of the colony. I checked the tab of the latest update for specifically the cein dezvin.

"How long facade will last?" I stepped as near as my personal space reached the glass to get a better view. The picture of desperation. It said {Hear me, fool, this is not real! Get out now!}.

The ratio of one second real-time to two seconds appeared to be breached. Now, from {1:2) had turned to {1:3.6} which unshakably about to depart from the surface soon. I was sure it demanded more nanocells than ever. And the undeniable fact was only an iceberg's tip of Ewroz.

"That's about three days per day."

I'd not surprise one day, certainly one day, everything on the surface would be automatically handled by alienz and we lived in Ewroz as soon as we're born. Would the next generation ever realize this world wasn't real? They'd if they saw a real-world once.

The elevator rang at the fiftieth level. I exited and walked toward the location where Venim asked me to meet.

"You're early," said the woman with a black polished suit.

"No. I'm just here in time same as you. Long time no see."

"The parasite in that castle." Venim with seamless big eyes glanced in one direction and began to walk without greeting.

In the city, there was a strange-looking castle haunting at the far back corner. Since the upper-level city blocked the sunlight, there was huge light beneath it to illuminate the whole city. Despite so, the castle remained in its blend as an invisible entity.

Inxi dezvin was like cein dezvin but it was too small to support the whole colony, therefore only rich people could get one like building a personal mansion. Since both dezvin in a separate physical location, whatever happened in the castle wouldn't appear to cein dezvin except what was allowed by them. Even so, it was too strange to leave it dark for no reason.

"Is the parasite still there?"

"Not sure. They intentionally blocked the signal from cein dezvin to hide. We only found him this morning accidentally when they refused our call to move to another area."

"Ezz, this parasite to be well-known. Why he managed to connect into cein dezvin? Did someone protect him?"

"The hacker."

"Hacker?"

"Their defense system was too unusual strong to penetrate by our hackers."

"I see where I was needed. Did Overseer knew my involvement?"

"Don't worry, I will make sure your aid is —"

"No. Let's him in the nightfall. I'm reserve soldier not for nothing."

"But, you might receive a pardon if we caught this parasite. The Overseer is very eager to get Nano-GX875 to increase our security. With an unknown spaceship attacking us, this is good news."

"Good news, hah?"

Venim was an obedient soldier. Her top performance ranked her to become zrathor. If I told her the Overseer had another thing in mind to use Nano-GX875, I doubted she would trust me since to her, without Overseer we wouldn't survive against alienz. I was sure, the Overseer chose her for this mission because of her foolishly follow his order even if she learned the truth.

How I could destroy Nano-GX875 without stopping by Venim's one-goal determination?

"Hm." Her hawked eyes discovered something.

A sticking-out girl was sitting on the stairs to the newly opened shopping mall that flooding in my mailbox. She didn't cry but just looking around like wanting to cry.

"Are you okay?" Venim stood straight in front of her. "Did you lost your parents?"

The girl nodded, turning her head down.

"What's your name?"

"Enor."

"Wait, Venim?" I pulled her shoulder and rotated her back. "We're on an urgent mission, aren't we?"

"But, it's zrathor job to protect its people."

"You're right but taking care of lost people is fall on the police's laps. Zrathor's most important job is to exterminate parasites. If we leave them forever the colony mightn't hold on against aliens as with the girl."

"..." Venim grabbed Enor's hand. "Let's go search for your mother."

Did I hear right? Venim discarded her important mission for one lost girl?

The girl with white and black cleanly painted half to half all the way from hair to clothes and walked together with Venim. With that kind appearance, it mightn't be taking too long before her parents found her.

I wished to go into the castle myself and destroyed Nano-GX875 out of Venim's surveillance. But Venim would know who did it. I guessed I'd go along for now.

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* * *

She ran. She walked. She crawled. She lasted long enough.

Physique fatigue didn't exist in here. The idea behind Enor breathing cravingly was because her short-term brain couldn't cache up with nanocell consumption that continuously fed data to her head. Her tired mind what creating burnout in her avatar body. The usual exercise to increase brain stamina was to subtract seven starting from zero as long as possible or recalling pie numbers.

Although the number of nanocells I and Venim used was huge as our brains were trained for years. They said kids never ran out of energy. But the underdeveloped brains didn't work well with nanocells.

"Walk fast, Enor." Though, Venim didn't apprehend this and violate Enor to impel like she was a child who had overboard vitality.

I didn't perceive how long but plausibly more than an hour ago when we noticed Enor.

And finally, Enor succumbed to her bearing and slumped with head smashed into the unyielding ground. Body injury also something that didn't implement. But when part of the avatar body hit something out of sudden, the nanocells would surge high information update to the hippocampus, making the diver felt confused driving to headache and a short memory loss.

Thus, Enor cried because her brain hurt like bleeding knees while powerless to grasp why. Like having an invisible enemy hitting your brain.

"Don't cry." Venim gave an order to the Enor. "If you don't become strong, alien will come and eat you first."

"Waaaah!" Enor hopped away and pulled my clothes behind me.

"Isn't this too much?"

"What do you mean? If kids growing without identifying the exposure of aliens, they might incapable to defend themselves. So, Enor, don't whine or I beat you."

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"Haah... You're not a really high-grade mother model."

"I don't need to as long I can provide them protection and train them to protect themselves."

"Let's take a rest." I saw a cafe at the edge of the planetarium. According to Enor, she went with her mother here before lost at that shopping mall. "Maybe we see her mother here."

"No. Each second wasted will give a chance for aliens to invade into this colony."

"This isn't a war zone. And Enor is still a child. Do you know her brain resistance still developing?"

"Kid learns fast. It will be no time she can use a cluster of nanocells in the future."

"Learning new things and training the brain to resist drawback of nanocell is completely separate. Didn't you also have a hard time regulating your first nanocell?"

"..." Again, she quieted because it was a truth. She grabbed Enor's hand. "Let's go find your mother before bedtime."

I gripped Enor's other arm. "Stop, Venim. This is too much no matter how we looked at it."

"How it's too much? Without her mother, Enor will be in a defenseless position. She needs to have protection or aliens will devour her raw."

"I told you this's not a war zone. What got into your mind?"

Venim gasped and quickly tugged her Enor's arm with more force. So much that Enor's arm flew off her body and bounced on the floor.

"Eh? M-My a-arm." Enor's trembling, imagining she had lost her limb forever began to fret again.

"Hey what you two doing to her?!" shouted police in patrol. I hurried lifted both Enor and Venim and dragged them to hide in the cafe.

* * *

Enor stopped wailing about her lost arm. Rather than pain, her brain had an easement because it had fewer things to cache up. She adapted the straw in a circle then took the coconut milkshake into her mouth. She studied at her half arm and halted drinking to sigh.

Venim quickly finished her basic menu of a fish burger and a cup of cola before stood and said, "Time to continue."

I lacked resolves to hit this woman's head. "It's only three minutes."

"One second we wait here and alien —"

"I told you, again, this's not a war zone, zrathor. Why you're so in hurry? If we just sent this girl to the nearest police station, we didn't have to walk around all day."

"..."

"Don't pretend to not hear anything. Do you want to rip her leg next?"

Enor slid the chair to the side, making a tickling noise across the floorboard. The customers nearby didn't pay attention much to us since the cafe pretty noisy with families.

Venim involuntarily sat straight on the chair, crossing her eyes around like blocking enemy movement.

"Is your brain fine now?" I said.

"Hm. A little."

"Good. Try now. Reconnect with nanocells inside your lost arm."

"Reconnect?"

"Your nanocells stopped sending data to cein dezvin to prevent your brain went dry... haah..."

There was a face {I don't know what this big guy is talking}. Maybe it was about a unicorn. Was it a unicorn?

"No. Isn't a unicorn."

"Panda."

"No. Do you still remember how to control nanocell?"

"Yes." She shut her eyes tight like spawning an egg inside her brain. Just like that, a portion of pixels gradually attached to her body and molded an avatar arm. "Ah! It's here! My arm! My arm is back!"

"If you're not harsh with her, she might end up as alien food."

The mother on the other side table moved her child to another seat after coughed an orange juice.

Enor wriggled her fingers and tested them by picking salty french-fried potatoes. She made a big move by winding her fingers around. Venim wordlessly glanced at her like wanting to kidnap her as fast as possible.

Now I watched us carefully, we seemed like a family somehow. Only Venim a married woman and I wasn't. That sounded like Gearizen would appear somewhere and punched my face. Not that it was suitable with Gearizen's absent mind.

"How Gearizen by the way?"

"Who cares about that idiot? He trapped himself in the lab, working day and night. Probably will never out even I threw tear bomb."

"That sounded like him. The next gathering is only a few weeks." I should finish my own project too. I only had to study all types of blood and matched them with Bioflex before I could present in Brainxus's meeting room. Also, we had to discuss Plomunic... I questioned if Florist had something new by now.

"I don't think it's about that since he's started burrowing in the room when... when..."

"When?"

"It's nothing!" She raised her voice and her legs. "Let's start searching."

Enor was about to eat the french fry when suddenly she froze and stared at me with pleading eyes.

"Haah... Your method of looking around the city isn't working."

"Then, do you have a better idea?"

* * *

Concentrated on my World-sense, I carried a simple scan to retain all current positions of human existences. "Is there anything unite on you about your mother?"

Enor's head fumbled on the neck, holding the inhalation.

"What's wrong?" I turned my head down to right, watching Enor running her head. Her Worldline that connected to me was bouncing back forward between releasing and tightening. Almost seemed as her Worldline didn't know whether to raise my relationship or not. I didn't use World Blueprint.

"Waltren is asking if you have something given by your mother."

But it was amazing to see words could causing an upshot to her Worldline.

"There is a key chain for my last birthday but I forget to wear it today," answered Enor readily to my next question. With Venim's fractious-and-fast fashion, placing upright next to me was like Eden.

That well said I couldn't pinpoint her mother if she didn't have a connection. Maybe with World Vision but it wasn't so cheap to apply on a random lost girl. I had to refrain myself and do the methodical way which looked for anyone with a trace of Enor's existence.

"It's night." Venim hawked at the animation brightness beneath the upper city after stared at the hologram clock on her watch. It was decreased to twenty percent. Unfortunately, when inside multi-level cities the sense of day and night had disappeared. This might the reason why Alien Reality awarded with a broken time dimension that racing twice as Science Reality.

The city...true, it was jammed and hectic as ever. Day and night, they never quitted as if they produced from the vacuum space — other colonies.

I especially didn't want to believe we wandered all day and ditched the main mission that conceivably killed millions of people because we fancied saving one lost girl for nothing. I wondered what got on Venim's mind to do this. I didn't hear any news about Gearizen had a child. Was it because she suddenly felt responsibility as a mother?

It stroke me as odd that Gearizen and Venim didn't seem to match yet agreed with each other. Like Venim obsessed with her duty, Gearizen on other hand had nothing else to think about other than inventing new stuff after the last series of brain-demanded projects. It made sense since he was an owner of Construct Blueprint. His creativity always resembled strangely illogical yet worked logically. The most invention that fascinated me was automata, a mechanical intelligent robot-like but constructed upon gears. No code. No spell. No nanocell. Only gears.

Even with procession technologies in each reality, AI wasn't something so easy to build in one day. Surely incomprehensible Gearizen built automata in one day. One day... I lost my confidence all of a sudden when I was supposed to act as if a big brother.

My footsteps died when World-sense picked up a known existence. Three blocks away, Covia was moving with two persons toward our direction. I couldn't precisely see what she was doing. Perhaps walking with her granddaughter and her grandson. No matter how good my World-sense, I couldn't perceive something like age or height than the unique existence. This meant, if someone had a perfect disguise, I didn't see anything else other than their true selves. It was useful if someone acted in front of me as somebody else.

"Do you have anything else that serves as a clue? Anything."

"Hmm..." Enor noticed a clown preparing to shut his little shop near the city elevators. "Ah! Today is my birthday. I'm hungry for a cake. Did they go without me? My cake... My princess panda cake."

"Birthday?" It couldn't be? "Do you know Covia?"

"Granny!"

I already detected her granddaughter's trace on Covia's Worldline. But I was unable to find Enor trace on her grandmother's Worldline. Was it because Enor was still expanding those connections?

"Enor. Here you're. Where are you all day — "

"Mommy!" Enor hugged her mother, weeping boldly like a happy ending movie.

"Waltren, why are you with my granddaughter?" said Covia standing in front of her granddaughter and...her daughter. The other person was her grandson.

"She lost roaming on the mall and this woman wanted to help her find her mother."

"{This woman} is Venim Alterome."

"Hm, Waltren? Isn't this a third lady this week? Did you lose interest in Noelon? How about Siqura? Or are you playing with these women?"

"I'm already married."

"Oh. Sorry for accusing you. With Waltren's unsocial behavior I'm just a bit worried about his future that he might just give up and attacked me during the night. Joking."

"I can see that in him." Venim tilted her stony expression with a hefty sigh.

What these two talking about me in front of my ears? I heard everything. What she meant by {unsocial}? I had many friends. And why I needed to kill my own housekeeper? Who was going to maintain my seven mansions?

"Ah, the house party is open. How about you two —"

"No," said Venim without remorse. "We're in the mission now. Time to leave, soldier."

"Are you talking to me?"

"There's no other soldier."

Covia pulled my arm. "Is your taste change to a matured woman?"

"No." I walked away with a one-word sentence, leaving the scene.

* * *

It was night but only the castle fortress seemed to remain in the murk, furnished with several bushes for potential stalking post. Once in a while, there were one or two cars that vanished through the gate as if a hidden secret painting. No sign even one bit inside the castle as here and there was a different dezvin zone.

The one we stood and connected through Ewroz was a cein dezvin of Azzrevxil Colony. What laid behind and pass the fortress was an inxi dezvin of a personal diver. Like a private encrypted server where Azzrevxil didn't have authority over it.

This was the reason it fell to zrathor to infiltrate and investigate if the parasite was inside. If was, kill him.

"Do you have a backup?"

"No. We're alone."

Unfortunately for Venim, she wasn't able to find a hacker who able to penetrate the wall. This made me thinking why she was given an impossible job. What Overseer was planning?

Venim leaned behind a tree next to me. She was in the middle of rescanning genomes(programs) and checked for inconstancy. Unlike radio signal, a wave that connected between Ewroz and cein dezvin was a modified cell. It was equipped with a bit intelligent genome to assure it dodged sabotage and any issue that cost the speed and strength of the nanoextern(Nano Signal).

But since we about to enter a completely different zone, there was a chance that the inxi dezvin hacked into our Ewroz and blocked the nanoextern from Venim's gun to correlate into the cein dezvin.

After all, this mission's success rate of killing the parasite depended upon her who had VIP access to the cein dezvin. It was like a second brain except designed to enhance nanoextern. This second brain had to support and receive a trillion of requests from this colony and other colonies, yet still succeeded to give a huge amount of resources to aid Venim's nanocells.

Compared to the inxi dezvin, the parasite was hopeless against zrathor. Assisting Venim by hacking into the inxi dezvin was my only role here.

The handmade genomes engineered to create a hole in the invisible wall through the fortress's window, we could peek a few lives and faint lights moving around.

"I don't know how strong the parasite. But keep in mind we in the inxi dezvin. One step is closer to a land mine."

"Are you made a fool of me? Keep your eyes ahead." Venim gripped a huge black gun that looked like the usual weapon geared by an agent that I commonly saw in a future dystopia movie. Bluish radiation calmly burned inside the barrel and inside the decoration of a cloud across its skin to show it was in a peaceful mode. One-shot would put the target unconscious for about a day in real-world time. The cein dezvin would stop the target's heart if somebody tried to dive him out as part of zrathor's rules. Each colony had different laws. Today's age might already in dystopia except we could choose to live inside a colony or outside wilderness with the heat of aliens.

I activated a bought Zenedict Degy Genome. It was a virus that tricked a brain about its current number of available nanocells. I tricked the inxi dezvin that the middle of the invisible wall had more than enough nanocells while the area around it had less. This created a result where the crack spread on its own to make sure everything was covered up.

Venim tested its gun with one aiming laser. Despite have nothing in the middle, the laser stopped at the middle of the invisible wall. She slowly moved the gun to the crack. The laser passed in. "Good job, soldier."

"I don't know how long the genome will hold. But it's an expensive genome I torn from a rare contact that might able to topple the parasite's hacker. For now, we sneak in and silently kill the parasite."

"And recover Nano-GX875."

"Yeah... that too." Would I able to destroy it without Venim knowing? "Can you muffled the shot?"

"That's impossible but shouldn't problem if I slap their necks."

I increased the quietness of the Zenedict Degy Genome by making the crack smaller but small enough for the cein brain signal to connect with Venim's gun. My Ewroz and my brain were also in danger since what I saw and heard were sending through my Ewroz and read by my brain at each zovfe. If the inxi dezvin disguised the nanoextern with a virus, we're screwed up.

I climbed on the bricks and lifted my body into the window.

Venim followed me behind with her incredible one jump. That was zrathor nanocell capability. Well, I could do it too but I shouldn't show my card too early.

I turned around and the guard walked by and noticed me. I ran and accelerated my punch to the highest speed. The output would throw the target into insane confusion.

But I forget that this wasn't a surface. Added on top of that, this illusion world advanced faster than the real world that the guard wasn't a simple as Guard A or Guard B. He ducked and pointed his pistol at my stomach. I hurried close the distance to mute the noise.

A shot was lowlily fired. An unknown genome was traveled through my Ewroz. However, my nanocells managed to intercept, filter, and eliminate dangerous parts. Nanocells reported to my brain that the genome would upset my stomach, rendered me in a feeble state.

Seemed like an alien brain couldn't beat my brain. This should be a breeze.

"Need help?" She already touched the guard's neck and overloaded the guard's brain with endless useless nanoextern.

The guard's yellow irises disappeared up and his mouth muttering nonsense numbers. I already tested it many times before. It was no different than spinning continuously until the brain turned into a whipping egg.

I grabbed the guard's collar and pushed his legs out of the window. We continued afterward, tiptoeing through a dark passage and checking every corner of rooms that the parasite might be hiding. However, the rooms were too many to look for.

We caught one guard and locked in a chained room. Venim's gun evolved smaller, the light switched to green. It was truth serum-alike where it converted the target's brain between truth and lie. If the target decided to lie it'd tell the truth and vice versa.

Apparently, the guard knew about it and decided to tell a truth so what emerged in his mouth was a lie. Unfortunately for him, Venim could adjust in real-time whether the target would believe the truth or lie and she didn't yet decide what to put in his brain. He was knocked down.

We moved to the next floor, staring at suspicious uncomfortable security. This might be the parasite's location.

Venim changed her gun to a heavy-looking weapon that demanded the shooter to hold with both hands. But since this world was made from Ewroz, the strength compared only based on the brain and nanocells. She held it with one hand. It radiated a purplish tone like the first dish Covia cooked for me. I still remembered the taste that hurt my brain.

I stopped Venim, she complied after I told her to keep sneaking in till the right time.

It went smoothly. For a moment.

Until we found numerous kid voices in one half-opened room. My World-sense spotted Covia, Enor's mother, and Enor.

Venim just barged through the door when Enor blew the flame of candles away. Bit by bit, Venim's gun shifted into numerous series of states into the final one that made zrathor one central crisis.

Two transparent rods popped at the sides, several gears looped out alive as if an alien limb building a house inside fleshes. The green rods changed color to purple then red. Narrow teeth grew inside the barrel and were currently closed. It made a threatening sound of hound.

There was no living gun here except it looked like one. The gun created noise as if a police dog readied to drag the whole police team along the bulky mountain just to caught one man.

With twice normal size and length, Venim gripped it on one hand. It was triggered, the room bathed well to red, in a blink, I witnessed a change in Worldlines on every person's face unable to understand the situation. The effect of surprise attack.

Each connected through fear where the parasite who holding Enor had the biggest change in Worldline. The connection transformed from {my daughter} into {my shield}. Enor's mother was the second. Her connection from {my daughter} turned into {my life}.

It wasn't their fault. When people panic, what came into their minds first was themselves.

The woman pushed Enor along with the parasite, the furry energy ballistics of red detonated once it hit her skin. The ball absorbed into her body, the room returned darkly. For a second, before what resembled of million tiny limbs touring under the clothes, her arm created another arm, her eyes fell off with claws growing massively out...

The discharge turned the target's nanocells into unstable while preventing them from self-destructing. As result, the target became a gruesome meatball. Even if the person survived, there was no treatment to fix it. A risk for using nanocell. The light burned inside, flares spread out before only explosion pixels remained. She faded away as the inxi dezvin forced her to dive out.

I flicked the room's light. She wasn't there anymore. "Venim. You're not supposed to kill a civilian. Is she a parasite..."

Venim moved with deaf and rage passing me to chase the parasite who ran while holding Enor to the other side of the room. A sudden change in Venim's expression had stopped me in place. How she could get this mad? Was it a personal connection with the parasite? I could feel the buttressing relationship through World-sense, moving up and down, rolling between full hatred and unwanted fear.

Even as the first generation of World Blueprint's owner, this was the first time I ever observed a relationship changed every second drastically.

Explosion after explosion at the outside bestowed the inxi dezvin with burden, distorted the wall with loud glitches. Quietness was continuously screaming in the room toward me after witnessing a real-life person raising into a mindless alien. They never saw wild aliens to prevent hazards for the health of their brains. And now they learned, it was obvious the state of their brains through their faces.

What I was more afraid to do was seeing Covia's face right now. So I ran toward the explosion to save Enor, hoping I could get some sort of conclusion out of Venim before confronting Covia.

* * *

At the western wing of the castle, scarlet-red ignition struck across the masonry passage and created a starter panic to the house party when one guard was launched out of the window and turned into an alien in front of musicians. The dancers rushed out of the stage while the singer looked around unable to realize zrathor was around. All the black-tie gentlemen and gowned ladies went to their cars and limousines and left the event even though they're not the target.

This was a normal reaction when encountered a zrathor. No one was in the yard except the guards searching for, me, the second intruder, while the rest chasing Venim.

I jumped out of the eastern window, ramped against the guards. The singer moved away from the stage, her heel broke, she unconsciously pulled the table cloth and dragged the ice sculpture to fall toward her. I picked the knife, cut through the guard's neck before threw it. The ice cracked and burst out.

The guards raised back after regained the nanocell control. I climbed to the western wall with three steps.

Venim's shooting skill should able to hit the parasite without touching Enor. But I didn't sure she could do it with her furious condition. The fact she triggered her gun after a previous shot and killed dozen of innocent people had proven the point of unable to continue the mission.

One guard climbed stairs through running staffs and fired at the Venim during the chaos.

"Venim!"

She didn't stop and remain her sight on the parasite's course, the guard's bullet waved at her shoulder, created nausea bite. However, Venim swallowed it and pressed her shoulder. She killed the guard before proceeding to her pursuit. All staffs fled and glued on the wall, couldn't run, sitting on the floor without moving a muscle.

The guard's skin grew out tentacles from his chest, they began attacking his own body due to conflict causing by unstable nanocells. He was forcedly dived out after punished with terrible execution.

That wasn't an accident shot. Venim really attacked non-parasite with full killing intent. This was enough.

I rushed ahead by accelerating my nanocells and lurched toward Venim before she lost out of her mind. She roved with arms swimming forward and rolled in the mid-air to dodge my grips. I lowered my legs on the wall to slow down the momentum but she took the opportunity to shoot me without a second thought.

I blocked with both arms and charged nanocells into it. Red flare burned my eyes as I dropped to the floor. She was gone. My arm turned to alien but only the first phase of unstable nanocells before it returned to normal. I glad I used nanobioflex(Nano-Bioflex) today.

I kept going in the direction where World-sense assisted me like a needle arrow, I ended up in the room with a lot of high-gear guards around the parasite.

Venim persisted at the door, panting from excessively strained her brain. Her shot didn't affect the parasite or the guards around. She fired again and the guards stood in the position although they seemed to flinch a bit.

What I fear had come. All because Venim didn't keep her mind levelheaded. The enemy hacker had found a way to hide their EO addresses from the cein dezvin. It was a common routine for hackers to conceal EO addresses from the target using proxy or dummy dezvin.

Now, we really screwed up.

* * *

My body covered Venim who still shooting when the guards fired their sub-machine gun at once. Each shot increased my itch to throw out. I held it and held it strongly. Soon the nanobioflex fixed my brain.

"Let me go!" Venim hit the butt gun to my head. "I need to kill that parasite!"

Nevertheless, I lift Venim's body into my shoulder. I turned back when guards flooded from the down floor, quickly I hauled her upstairs.

Venim lost her composure and pointed the gun onto my head. She attacked and kept attacking. "Why it doesn't work?! Daaaaaaamn!"

I didn't sure how my head looked like but I some sort guessed from a shadow of worm-like on top of my head's shadow. It returned to normal without fail. Venim who didn't question about my nanocells continued firing to deplete my nanocells. Yet it didn't work and gave up after fifty shots or so.

The more we used nanocells, the more unstable it'd become and soon had to self-destruct through Management Genome that commanded under Vaxxine Genome.

"What's wrong with you? How many nanocells exist within you? I'm zrathor. I'm above soldier in Ewroz. And I order you to let me down..."

I proceeded to the next stairs until we arrived at a roof.

"Zrathor and soldier suppose to be enemy."

I tossed her down.

She fell. Her twisted face glared and locked at me. As she thought I wasn't looking when I scouting the surrounding, she plodded for her gun but I slid it away with one kick to the back. With the gun out of her reach, she slammed her hand to the floor like a completely different person. Was it an act before then?

I peeked around the castle and saw few buildings that I could jump over without touching the ground. "This is time to talk. Or we escape."

"Escape? And let —"

"Then, talk." I coldly weighed my eyes. "Do you forget about our pledge? No emotion in our line. Did the parasite kill your pet or something?"

Venim stayed quiet.

"I see." I walked toward her and picked her arm. "Time to leave —"

Stomped on my leg, she rolled to the back with her arm straightened down to fingers as a new knife. Her below-side palm vibrated in green vibes.

When two-movement objects clashed together in the subsurface, the winner depended on nanocells and brainpower. What Venim did was sending numerous nanoexternz to the cein dezvin and used the special resource to turn her hand as sharp as a photon saber.

It was a bit different than lashing where it cost a huge number of nanocells.

I rotated my head down, confirming both my legs had tumbled. I supported myself onto my arms.

Still not wanting to talk, she stood and stepped leisurely to get the gun.

I reattached my legs, feinted with breakdance kick before accelerated my main-tactic punch.

Venim was surprised by the recovery speed of my nanocells but as an experience zrathor, she regained her posture and slashed down her cutting palm. Explosion two high-speed nanocells bloomed out of control where it tested who the strongest nanocell manipulator.

It was my defeat since she had backup of the cein dezvin.

Despite so, my brain wasn't normal. I supercharged my brainpower, she flew over the air and thumped her head on the quartzite fence before skidding across the floor on a tough boot and one protected glove, gaining her stance immediately. However inadequate to resist the impact of my nanocells, she crunched back into a ball and pressed her overloaded brain with two hands, holding tears. Since one brain attack like someone swinging a great hammer, it mightn't good for health to get seven hits at once. Also, intensified nanocells.

I heard the guards yelled. Their existences were coming closer each second.

Venim withstood the pain and retreated into the door.

I worked nanocells into my legs, shortened my running time by ten. If this was the real world, I'd control my punch. Having a match against zrathor, I abused nanocells to the highest capability, smacked the roof's door into piles of bricks.

Stopped on the path, she faced me with frozen posture, looking unbelievable at my nanocell action freedom to directly affect the inxi dezvin.

This was the world within Ewroz. The illusion world where everything was decided by the diver's brain and nanocell skill. If I wanted to, I could win against the cein dezvin at any time. After all, nanocells moved based on the registered brain. Unlike nanomachines where it followed the command programmings, whether it was an admin or not.

Even someone managed to hack into my nanocell, it only lasted for a couple seconds due to this registered brain rule.

"Finally, you snapped yourself," I said, turning my hand down from the collapsed construction.

Venim stepped back and looked behind if she could jump down. She wouldn't die but it'd take time to reattach her limbs.

"You're a really troublesome woman. Should I ask Gearizen if he —"

"No." Realizing her mistake, she covered her mouth.

I only joked about it. With Gearizen's personality, I doubted he'd react if someone spitted on his face, let alone someone complained about his wife. He even couldn't hold a simple conversation, moreover living like a normal person. Even eating and taking care of hygiene. Of course, he could now after Reylaw did something to him. Though that still barely minimum.

Since Venim was scared... I wondered what would make Gearizen tick? Perhaps if I destroyed one of his inventions... No. He'd still not reacting. Floris used to poke his lab to talk to him but unexpectedly destroyed his favorite giant grandfather clock. He only acted as the clock was there and continued inventing new stuff inside his own fantasy.

Raised my finger, I pretended to open menu control to send mail into Gearizen.

Venim pointed her gun, give me a silent treatment.

I tented my arms and looked straight into her eyes. "I'm waiting."

Her eyes hardened as her lips wriggled.

"Look. If you want my help —"

"Then I don't need."

"Are you sure? Fine." I lifted her.

"Why you take me away? Go alone."

"Well, if you happen to die, I can't show myself in front of Gearizen. Here I come. One... Two... Two-point five..."

Guards accessed at the roof stairs on the other wings, marching toward here with more powerful weapons. If I wanted to escape this was a time.

Took a breath, I charged my nanocells and advanced five steps back facing the storage building's roof. Each step brought the crack impact to the floor. I began running.

"I'm pregnant."

Hearing that provoked my footwork to break. "{I'm pregnant}?" I put her down. Carefully. "Do I look that convincing? Is this April Fool month?"

"It's true."

"Sure you did. Congratulations. I'm very satisfied. Let's continue our mission as nothing happens."

"I must be the first person who managed to beat zrathor." The parasite was still holding unconscious Enor with armed guards behind. Confidence charged from his unknown EO addresses, they walked forward daringly.

Venim knew her own guilty, averting her face all out.

If I sprang now, the guards would shoot us. I could endure it but I didn't sure the baby would.

""

She looked up fast but lost her braveness, she drew her voice in. "" she whispered to herself. ""

"Hm? This colony is a safe place."

"How you know?!" Venim opened her mouth, halting the parasite and the guards from approaching.

"I know. Because I'm a high-rank soldier."

"Can you stop a spaceship?"

"I already did."

Venim seemed to think I was kidding. "What... if there're two?"

I glanced at her, processing the meaning behind the words. One spaceship was destroyed, many soldiers died. If two... "I see your reasoning but is it worthy?"

"So what?! Sitting like a good mother and watching aliens torn the colony apart? The colony is not a safe place anymore. That is the whole truth, Soldier Waltren!"

"So your idea is to make the colony a safe place by working hard like this, Zrathor Venim?"

"Yes!"

"And risk your child?"

"Aa..." Venim clenched her eyes then her fingers. When a pregnant woman used too many nanocells, there was a chance for the baby to develop a brain tumor due to DNA disruptions. Vaxxine Genome would kill a broken DNA but for some reason, nanocells prevented from it happening, thus raised a problem for the baby to grow a healthy body.

We're able to make use of nanocells to regenerate lost arms even it took a couple months or years. However, not brain. We made an alien brain to create this virtual world but not powerful enough to put in a human skull. After all, the alien brain was from an engineered animal.

Anyone with the right training could use nanocells. With brain tumors, it only caused an issue that the nanocells might be mistaken {heal} to {poison}. In fact, it was as easy as one nanocell to damage the person's genomes on top of having a short lifespan. A brain tumor was no accuse. Not in Alien Reality.

"Why not let them hold your baby in the lab?"

"With recent spaceship attack?"

Growing a human in the lab took a huge amount of care. It had to be as perfect as 100 percent. If the colony's cein dezvin happened to blackout even for a second, the growing baby might be mutating into an alien.

Because of this, a lot of pregnant women preferred to dive out and stay off from Ewroz for a few weeks rather than put the baby in the lab and risk nurturing something that not human.

A lot of weapons left behind by the lost age couldn't be resurrected due to lack of knowledge. Very lack. In fact, none at all. It was really based on luck to have Ewroz and Eravix on our hands.

If the enemy could revive a spaceship, there was a chance they could do the same with other lost age weapons. Azzrevxil Colony would be defenseless against them. This threatened all humans that growing in the lab.

* * *

I shielded Venim with my arm when a shot interrupted us.

"Are you done talking? Put down the gun and surrender..."

I put my hand down and rotated myself toward the parasite.

"How..." The parasite fired another shot.

Concentrated nanocell on my chest, the shot was neutralized.

"What's going on?" He looked at someone beside him.

"His EO address seems exposed... But his number of nanocells. It was too high."

This might be the hacker who patched the firewall of this inxi dezvin.

I opened the control menu and began hacking into the inxi dezvin. As long I retained the log data, I could check where the parasite and the guards were connected to.

As the hacker realized about my movement, he began crushing my nanoexternz by adding multiple password layers, redirecting my connection to another dummy dezvinz, spamming my mailbox with an auto bot, routing new proxies while still connecting, sending virus in some inxi dezvin area...

Despite able to control the menu with a mind only, the hacker and I used fingers to press the invisible touch screen for a faster response.

The parasite somewhat caught the situation, he commanded the guards to shoot at Venim.

I positioned myself in front of her and skillfully flowed accelerated nanocells at a right time on my body to negate each shot. While at the same time, I was brute-forcing the passwords, doing parallel connection to reduce the number of dummy dezvinz, filtering — I should just turn off — the mailbox with auto-delete, tracing the pattern of proxies, running specific anti-virus genome for each virus-type...

It wasn't easy to do this kind of level of multi-tasking. Therefore I used my brains from Blueprint Reality, Science Reality, and Alchemy Reality to deal with the hacking while the rest for controlling nanocells.

With all that supports, the hacker managed to stand and skip his fingers to impress the right button at zero typos. After all, my hacking was just a few months of training where the hacker's years of experience came head-on toward me with only one finger.

I should have won if it was just a nanocell contest.

If I didn't do something, Venim's child would be in danger. I guessed the parasite probably tried to hack into Venim's account to get a backdoor into the cein dezvin. That would consume a lot of nanocells that surely overwrote DNA in the baby's brain.

Would she listen to me and dive out?

"I will help you out but this is the last mission you will get to perform. After this, stay out from Ewroz. Is that clear?"

Venim didn't say anything and I was too busy to look behind.

"Venim! I'm talking to you!"

Then I heard a building sound effect, the collapsed bricks erected and guards knocked on the door. I created a temporary box of walls with area control I hacked in this inxi dezvin. The hacker tried to hack into the wall and pulverized it but I kept making a relay to the command and directed it to an unpainted model of ball that I summoned. The guards broke the wall using their own strength during the hacker attack, I rebuilt the wall again.

"The Overseer said the parasite's account might have information about the spaceship."

"Overseer? The one who gives you this {suicide} mission?"

"..."

I didn't think the parasite know anything. The Overseer might be lying to her just to get Nano-GX875.

"I understand." I opened my eyes and activated World Vision. Even this was a virtual world, my eyes would still appear in form of pink glows that would freak out the hacker. He thought I might use a powerful genome in the next few seconds.

The hacker began speeding his hands by boosting his nanocells even more to the point the green vibes started to appear more zig-zag and sharp. His skin on his hands cracked like a cheap biscuit due to the inxi dezvin unable to keep up with numerous rates of zovfe. His brain should hurt like hell with several blackouts damaged his brain nerves.

I used the level one function of World Vision, paid 7 minutes for every person to get a better result. What I got from this was a deep dive to the Worldlines and to see what happen to them within 7 minutes. The information only lasted for 7 seconds. After that, the data wouldn't do what it told no matter how hard I tried to manipulate it.

The counting of 7 seconds started. I looked at their relationship with Ewroz. Since the hacker connected to various dummy dezvinz, the list went on massively. However, to change the original EO addresses, they had to reboot the Ewroz first. This meant the dummy dezvin would keep changing along 7 minutes in the future while the real one didn't budge.

If the hacker knew about my World Vision capability, by now the hacker would stop adding a new proxy to bounce and keep the EO address for 7 seconds.

I memorized the unchanged EO addresses because they'd automatically deleted to prevent high-consumption World Value.

The 7 seconds were over before I could look at the data of the guards behind me. I hacked their Ewroz' and sent a {dive out} command to every person except the parasite, then ran through the door and held it with my life. Due to the time zone difference in Dexen Realzy, diving out took 3.7 times slower than dive in. Fortunately for me, they didn't use the chance to shoot at Venim.

* * *

"Now," I said, pushing against the door with my back. With the hacker gone, I secured the inxi dezvin so they wouldn't able to dive in here. There was an animation of {Maintenance} on the sky around the border of redness.

The Venim pointed her gun and slowly cornered the parasite. I already summoned a wall of bricks behind him so he couldn't run to the other wings of the castle.

A chat popped out. It was a congratulation message from the hacker, saying like I was interesting or something that would raise a new friendship if this was a movie. I could feel my Worldline started building a connection to him. So, I terminated the chatbox and blacklisted his account, ended that plot and the connection. My life was already full of hands, I didn't need another one.

Venim's hands were shaking. The parasite used a low blow move by lifting the unconscious Enor in front of his body.

"Go ahead shoot me," the parasite said. Slowly, he walked to the edge of the roof. He planned to jump down and dived out in the mid-air before hit the ground.

"Shoot now, Venim. Did you forget to sharpen your shooting skill?" After I fought her, I was confident with her skill. Did aiming at a helpless child weakened a resolve, knowing she'd become a mother soon?

Venim distracted by staring at her lowered gun, the parasite tossed Enor and grabbed out an alien-looking pistol. At this point, I knew what was that. It was Nano-GX875.

I couldn't beat it. The bullet was too lightweight data that it only took less than a second to reach into Venim's Ewroz. The parasite leaped over the fence with welcoming arms and shutting eyes, peacefully diving out after did the impossible feat. An escape from zrathor.

The mission was over, I dashed away from the door and hauled Venim out of the roof as the guards continued spraying their bullets and screamed the intruders were escaping.

* * *

I ramped out of the inxi dezvin's border and arrived at the elevator area with holes all over my body regenerating. All elevators were occupied. Somehow, I wanted to complain to the overseer for not installing a teleport function.

It was just a virtual world. Did anyone care if the real world already wiped because of past clowns?

I tied Venim on my back and climbed the shaft with all nanobioflexez in my body. With faster time in Dexen Realzy, the effect of Nano-GX875 should be slower because that shot caused one of her nanocells to morph into a different type of nanocell. Since the Ewroz only used nanocells that were allowed by the diver, the effect was taken by time in the real world.

As I gripped on the shaft's rod and a lot of people took a picture as if this was a stage show, I heard Venim spoke something.

I halted.

"Don't take my child away. Don't let them take her away."

I continued climbing, hoping to see an elevator coming down or up. "Nano-GX875 will keep changing your nanocells. Your baby, she, will not survive."

"Don't let them take her away. Don't..." She seemed can't hear me, mumbling those words over and over.

Should I swap existence? But my hand remembered what happened if I did too many changes, I stopped thinking and focussed on climbing... "Where is the damn elevator?"

The distance between two-level cities was too far. I couldn't arrive in time thirty levels at once.

In the end, no elevator moved toward me. I hacked into the cein dezvin and teleported us to the eightieth-level city. It seemed I might damage something in the process but no noises worthy in my head to consider other than taking Venim to the hospital immediately.

* * *

The door shut tightly, the turning {Inxi Vlen} which {In Used} light glared down on me as to shove me away toward the wall. I stepped back with my head tilted upward until my knees hit the involute bench and propel me to sit down.

My senses gradually revived from being taut, I glimpsed around to confirm the location.

An arched hallway on the outer wall was whispered by a long aquarium in a deep and unseen enveloped ocean. My left and right were soundless of visitors except for fishes who calmly swimming across dim light. Water bubbles were spraying like a train each time shadow crept onto mine.

Gearizen wasn't here and I still had no idea what to say. What should I say? Mentioned how I failed to save her?

Certainly, I didn't send a message to him about Venim's condition yet. My brain was depleted and my pushing finger froze like the marble floor under my stoned boots. And it was heavier than my brain cells. They just stopped. Like wanting to scram.

However, I couldn't comprehend anything in my chest even though something vegetating inside me.

With the death of my mother, Brainxus wasn't a just club anymore. Although the number of strangers increased when it changed into a business company, I remembered all members of the original club. It was more than a family. I was in-depth with their personalities, likes, and dislikes, more than I knew my own mother.

I guessed they understood my view and behaved like brothers and sisters. Gearizen on the other hand was the same age as mine. Friend, but we didn't talk much. We did playing together — kind of — when the nurse put us in a game room.

I chuckled when recalling how we became a friend without exchange a single word. Everything I said, penetrated to his ear like tissue and disappeared into limbo. Since Gearizen had a problem that made him have to stay in the hospital for a long time, this was how I came to meet him.

If my unknown sickness was the disease of the physical body then for his, laid on his mind. A special... more than an unfortunate person. He was always in an absent mind regardless of the situation. Unable to think for himself, always smashed two objects in the hands, trying to synthesis Big Bang.

Reylaw was truly amazing even to this day. How he managed to turn the one-cell Gearizen into a genius inventor? When it became like that, Gearizen started to appear further and further away. Perhaps, it was only me who think we're a friend.

Well, I was a desperate loner that time to the point I didn't care if Gearizen ignored me when he ate my hardworking painting book like a goat.

"Haha... What a stupid..."

Those days were a fun memory. I thought I could have more if I started traveling around the world. But it wasn't the same. It wasn't. I was still alone. I was still the same bedridden boy watching out of the window a happy family with envy.

My head spun to the sudden knocking of shoes. It wasn't Gearizen. The nurse looked at the tablet screen and passed me. Her clothes were a bit dark because of the lighting in the hallway. It made me wondered what time now.

My brain stopped again when I checked the time.

I pulled my arms and my head to the back of the bench. "Haah... If only I can return to that time."

Sneaking the academy at night to steal exam answers, playing hide and see with ghosts, building something useless...

Of course, it wouldn't happen. People lived young once. Only once. Only...

I covered my face with one hand.

It was all my fault. This wouldn't happen if I listened to Reylaw and controlled my emotion. Why I did that? Why I erased his existence? To protect my mother? Why that was such a good idea?

I sent the email to Gearizen with unredeemed regret.

* * *

I was waiting. And waiting.

No reply for six hours. Gearizen didn't respond. He never would. And I frequently blacked out from having dull escapism haunted my conscious each time I lost vision.

Each second felt eternity. Each person who not Gearizen passing here felt like a hungry wild alien about to engage me. I began developing a strange habit of counting the number of my heartbeat when someone nearby. My nanocells moved up and down like a rollercoaster, blasted out and in from my tensed grip. After one-hundredth of counting, my focus returned, I realized I was still in the hallway and not in the war.

I was calm. In fact, I was impatient because I couldn't feel anything. Was it because of the dream where I became {undead}? I faintly remembered but when I synchronized my Worldlines, I didn't regain any memory regarding that situation. That was why I thought it was a dream.

However, when I did a simple check-in in my lab, I discovered all my bones had turned a pitch black from that unknown disease I obtained during child. It started showing signs of something. When I looked under a microscope, I wasn't able to see anything even when I put a torchlight enough to torch an acorn. Since I was already prepared to die, I didn't think much about it other than making Siqura an expert of World Blueprint. That was the only matter in my life currently.

"Captain Waltren."

I saw a doctor stood there. I might blackout again. I put my charged hand off his neck, raised my legs, and then straightened my arms to the sides. "How her condition?"

"A-Are you fine, Captain?" He retreated one step back with a bit of shaky tone. "I can do a short examination —"

"It's a trained mechanism when dealing with a surprise alien attack. I forget to turn it off. Don't mind."

"Okay..." The doctor stared at the one glass tablet, touching several buttons with better expression afterward. "I'm regretfully to say that Zrathor Venim Alterome is out of our intelligence. She didn't have a lot of time left. Our doctors suggest we reached a limit on how to fight against Nano-GX875. The number of nanocells was about to hit the minimum too. We tried to inject with new nanocells but Nano-GX875 had grown out of control and was powerful enough to push her nanocells out of her bloodstream."

"It's unknown nanocell after all."

"Much more than that. It replicated itself like blood but far faster. We... didn't sure if this was bad or good but it'll be too late. I already contacted Gearizen but he didn't answer our mail or call. Thus, come to the second person she wrote on the paper."

"Me?" "Are you sure about that? Our relationship is only work-based."

The doctor gave me the tablet and pointed the list under trusted names. "The baby would."

"Hm?"

He slid the screen. There was a signing form. An agreement to harvest the baby out early and grow in the lab. It looked very pretty when I knew how dangerous Nano-GX875. But I didn't promise to Venim. I could just sign the paper if thought it logically.

* * *

"Is there no way to clean those unknown nanocells?"

"Vaxxine Genomes exceeds our."

"All?"

"Yes, all. We did what we could. You're an alxientist too, right? You understand this setback. The baby will not survive. Not when our doctors predicted Nano-GX875 would transform her DNA once all nanocells gone."

Did I have to make a decision between Venim and the baby? Since when I was holding this responsibility?

This wouldn't have happened if the Overseer didn't give the mission to Venim and just let her take days off the Ewroz for a few weeks. Seriously. Did Overseer forget Venim is human, not alien?

If I agreed to the proposal, Venim would hate me and I could take the fire. But if Gearizen acted a similar way, then I had to refuse. He mightn't but there was a chance his brain cells developed when hearing he was about to become a father. Venim did say he locked himself in the lab. I deducted Gearizen probably inventing something for his newborn child.

Who registered Nano-GX875? If I used World Vision to find the parasite, I could take over his head and send self-destruct to those nanocells inside Venim.

No. It'd take too long.

Was there a way? Anything? Other than using World Blueprint?

I looked at my hand, my wrist, my arm, my body. I was looking at the nanocell — nanobioflex. I could use it to destroy all Nano-GX875 at once. However, I might have to reveal it into the colony. I didn't want to do that because nanobioflex used World Void which a material that didn't exist in Alien Reality. It'd cost me World Value. Definitely huge.

"Captain Waltren. There is no time. You have to sign it now. The baby's life up to you. Captain. Captain."

I moved my finger from the signing box to the {close} icon. "I will bring my nanocells to the colony."

"I can't... I can't do that. That's breaking a law."

"But..." I raised my eyes off the tablet. "Venim did put me on a trusted list, right? With my nanocells, I could defeat Nano-GX875 in just a couple of seconds. Besides it was the last bet you have since you will not have my sign."

"How I know that? I'm a doctor. I already test with all my genomes to say Nano-GX875 was a new untreatable virus."

"But I'm an alxientist. And soldier. I already test on myself and on a woman — a healthy female teenager." I lied about it because Siqura didn't look healthy when I used Bioflex genome. However, it was all to convince the doctor to break a law that on the spot labeled the person into a parasite if zrathor learned this.

On other hand, if I managed to make the doctor comply, it'd hurt to face Gearizen and at the same time redeemed my mistake for putting Venim in the danger. After that, I could give a false report about my nanocells thus avoided high World Value fever. Worldline wouldn't break and everyone was happy.

Was it that easy? Of course, it wasn't easy. Not against alxientist who had been researching whole lifetime to find a way to engineering a human.

"I understand. But I only agreed because you save many patients before."

"Do I?"

"It's your monthly blood donation."

"Oh that... Right..."

I donated my blood each month because it increased a bit my World Value. Not as many as World Opportunity but enough to live as World Blueprint's owner.

"I knew you don't need one but you can just write it off as blood transfusion to save your reputation."

"Don't talk like in not concerned me. I have a family to feed." The doctor picked the tablet and rotated it back to the operation room. "I will slow down the progress as much as I could. One hour or I risked my reputation by going ahead with the harvesting."

I opened the control menu, I pressed {Dexen}. A progression bar appeared.

* * *

There was someone there. The dexening progress was broken by him.

The Overseer stood next to the threatened piranha-like alienz, watching them biting fleeing spores that trapped on the aquarium's glass. "How the parasite —" he turned and paused at me, "Captain Waltren... Are you going to betray me again?"

I saluted with one palm. "No, Mr. Overseer. I'm helping Venim to infiltrate the parasite's hideout. She was alone afterward." I couldn't let someone know my involvement with the accident. This was Nano-GX875, something that the Overseer had chased for a long.

It had a secret of engineering human DNA and that was for sure. With a nasty catch, of course.

"Alright..." He stopped rubbing his hands with some oil. "You have my thanks..." He looked at the operation room. "The parasite. What happens to him? Did she recover Nano-GX875?"

"No, Sir. The target dived out last minute."

"Hah... So she failed." The overseer put the oil bottle at the flat edge of the aquarium and grabbed the tissue box there.

It seemed pointless but that oil was functioned to send a resting signal to every nanocell to slow down the breakdown process and prevent the brain from overheated. Of course, as an overseer, one had to be very skilled in nanocell management. Even overseer was known to be one of the richest jobs in the world, it was also the riskiest one. They owned everything but if no one wanted to work under them, the colony was nothing more than abandoned buildings.

Since the health of the alien brain had to maintain all the time, the Overseer had to keep checking every few minutes to make sure no virus or anything weird out of place. I might successfully hack into the cein dezvin because of his tiredness.

"Anyway. The colony brain is attacked by unknown enemies. So our hackers are unavailable. Soldiers are also still in the middle clearing the zone from the last war. Take this celux," he pulled down at the edge of his suit and money magically appeared in my account, "hire top scavengers to handle it." He left without a single mourn for Venim I could detect.

Well, this was good for me. Without anyone sniffing around, I could destroy Nano-GX875 without interference. I'd walk for a few minutes in Gamz Realzy to fool him before dived out and executed a search of Nano-GX875.

I sent a mail to Matrius, told him to bring Bioflex exome to Venim.

"Sir Walt."

I turned back. "Jack. Why you here?"

"The Overseer sent me to help you hire scavengers."

I returned my stare to the Overseer. He was walking away while lightening a cigarette in equanimity air. The piranha-like aliens swam through the aquarium beside him devour all fishes that came toward it.

He... He knew... He knew, I the one who destroyed Nano-GX875. And putting Jackle on me was an indirect way of saying {stay out of my way}. Did this mean he knew about my hacking too?

A watcher. What a troublesome.