After the nurse reported to the director, Morin finally got his phone.
"I have something I need to finish," Morin said the moment Qin Guang answered.
"Something very important."
"What is it?" Qin Guang asked. This time, he didn't bring up surgery again.
He just listened.
"Do you know why I don't want surgery?" Morin asked instead.
"...You're worried about what might happen to your brain afterward," Qin Guang said subconsciously, trying to persuade him. "But honestly, we don't really care anymore. You've already done more than enough-"
"No," Morin interrupted. "That was just an excuse."
"The real reason is that I know what my illness is."
"And with the technology of this era, surgery can't cure it."
There was no emotion in his voice.
"What illness?" Qin Guang asked.
"Why can't this era's technology cure it?"
"Do you really think someone like me should exist?" Morin asked calmly.
"A 'genius' who, at twenty-one, is proficient in multiple core disciplines, surpasses the current technological era, and learned everything by himself?"
He emphasized the word genius.
"You've already noticed that there's something wrong with my identity, haven't you?"
"...No," Qin Guang said slowly.
"We only found that there isn't a single living person who can prove your existence."
"That's enough," Morin said.
"The identity is fake."
"I'm an alien."
Qin Guang: "!!!"
"The Kaiju aren't your real enemies," Morin continued.
"They're weapons. Artificially created. A hive mind. All clones."
"The ones truly controlling them call themselves the Precursors."
"In terms of physique, they're similar to humans. Silicon-based life forms."
"Technologically advanced."
"And completely abnormal."
"In their civilization, there's no concept of sustainable development," Morin said evenly.
"They only exploit and destroy. They don't create."
"They're madmen whose civilization revolves around destruction."
"A species doesn't go extinct unless it's helpless," he continued.
"That clearly isn't the case for the Precursors."
"They created a wormhole to invade other planets."
"The Kaiju will grow stronger each time."
"They collect data and consciousness from every battle, analyze mech weaknesses, and evolve accordingly."
"This process is fast."
"In five or six years, they'll be able to deploy three or four Kaiju at once."
"Each one likely Category V."
"That's the upper limit I calculated based on Earth's gravity."
"At that point, Earth will be destroyed."
"Unless you plan to carpet the planet with nuclear weapons."
"But that environment is exactly what the Precursors prefer."
"So," Morin said quietly,
"I came."
"I come from another world. We were attacked by the Precursors as well."
"Our civilization was more advanced. We repelled them."
"But they're cunning. They closed the wormhole."
"At the time, we hadn't mastered space navigation. No spatial coordinates were left."
"A civilization centered on destruction must be eliminated," Morin said.
"Especially one that has already attacked us."
"We want retaliation."
"But space technology is a bottleneck."
"For us, progress in that field is slow."
"And time favors the Precursors."
"They could conquer other planets and grow stronger."
"For our own survival, we needed a shortcut."
"So we took a risk."
"We used incomplete long-distance single-person teleportation."
"Created large numbers of clones."
"Sent them to multiple worlds."
"If a clone finds traces of Precursor weapons-Kaiju-it helps the local civilization build countermeasures."
"We exploit the information gap."
"As for target worlds," Morin continued,
"they're chosen by technological level."
"The Precursors' biology and Kaiju can't survive in clean environments."
"They require large amounts of organic matter and silicon-based products."
"So they target worlds that have developed to a certain stage."
"That narrows our search."
"This body was manufactured."
"Due to technical and ethical constraints-and to prevent betrayal-it must be periodically destroyed."
"So."
"I probably have two years left."
"Before that, I need to finish my mission."
"I will pilot the mech I designed."
"I will enter the Precursor world."
"I will destroy the wormhole connected to Earth."
"And transmit the spatial coordinates back to my civilization."
"As for Earth's safety," Morin said calmly,
"You don't need to worry."
"According to the fundamental laws of the universe, we're forbidden from actively attacking civilizations with lower technological levels."
"That would violate the rules."
He paused.
"Now," Morin asked,
"do you have any questions?"
Inside the hospital room, Qin Guang and the recently arrived Zhao Wei were silent.
They knew Morin was going to drop a bomb.
They just didn't expect a nuclear one.
"...Don't tell anyone else," Zhao Wei suddenly said.
Qin Guang looked at him.
This wasn't a small matter.
"I'm a good judge of character," Zhao Wei said as he stood.
"I don't know how much of this is true."
"But from the beginning, I felt that you wanted to help us."
"And this world needs your help."
"So," Zhao Wei continued,
"get discharged tomorrow."
"I'll take responsibility."
"As long as you don't reveal your identity, I can handle the rest."
He extended his hand.
"Thank you."
"It's mutual benefit," Morin replied, smiling as he shook it.
"I got what I wanted. Naturally, I'll give you what you deserve."
He had only told Zhao Wei and Qin Guang because he understood them.
Their personalities.
Their positions.
He was confident they wouldn't leak it.
The intelligence he had obtained through the Russian mafia confirmed it.
"But your plan..." Qin Guang said.
"I don't object. Zhao Wei's decision is my decision."
"But how do you get through the wormhole?"
"When we first discovered it, we tried nuclear weapons."
"All we got was a tsunami."
"The wormhole was protected by an unbreakable force field."
"The wormhole draws energy from geothermal heat and Earth's magnetic field," Morin explained.
"It creates an electromagnetic shielding field."
"A relatively advanced defense."
"Without the proper 'ID,' Earth's current technology can't pass through."
"The Kaiju have that pass."
"If you want to enter the wormhole," Morin said,
"you carry a Kaiju."
"Then we can wait for the next Kaiju attack," Qin Guang said thoughtfully.
"That only destroys the wormhole," Morin shook his head.
"It doesn't ensure safety."
"For the Precursors, a nuclear strike is damage-not fatal."
"Once they recover, they can reopen the wormhole."
"They already have the coordinates."
"They fight on multiple fronts."
"This kind of predatory civilization evolves rapidly in war."
"That's why they must be eliminated."
"I understand," Qin Guang nodded.
"One last thing," Morin said.
"There is a way to verify what I said."
"I don't recommend it."
"What is it?"
"The Pons bridge," Morin replied.
"If a human brain synchronizes with a Kaiju's, you'll see everything."
"But it's two-way."
"You'll learn from the Kaiju."
"And the Kaiju will learn from you."
"If you insist," Morin said seriously,
"choose someone who knows nothing."
"Someone who doesn't even know mechs need pilots."
"The Precursors believe humans and mechs are separate organisms."
"They don't know the cockpit exists."
"If they learn that..."
"The consequences are unimaginable."
"There's another method."
"Use the Pons bridge with me."
"But no human can withstand my mental strength."
"My memories contain an entire civilization."
"Don't try to extract more from me."
"I've already given everything I can."
"I will never give what I shouldn't."
"Pulling seedlings to make them grow faster is never a good idea."
"And since you don't want to expose my identity," Morin added,
"we'll need a cover story."
"What do you think of a 'genius' sacrificing himself for the greater good?"
He had put a lot of effort into covering his earlier impulse.
After leaving the hospital, Qin Guang asked while driving,
"Are you serious?"
"Do you really believe him?"
"Or are you going along with it even if it's fake?"
"I'm serious," Zhao Wei sighed.
"I just promised the higher-ups something a few days ago."
"If they find out now..."
"Those suspicious old men would seize Morin, you, and me."
"They'd halt mech production."
"And build those ridiculous high walls."
"...That's true," Qin Guang admitted.
If their opponents learned Morin was an alien, it would be the perfect excuse.
Enemies never cared about the bigger picture.
"Better to avoid trouble," Zhao Wei said.
"Even if it's huge trouble."
"I trust my gut."
"So far, nothing he's done has shown a flaw."
"And the Kaiju and the wormhole?"
"Verify if Kaiju corpses are clones," Zhao Wei said sharply.
"Completely ban the circulation of Kaiju brains."
"Absolutely forbid Kaiju synapse experiments."
"We can't afford the risk."
They had always assumed Kaiju couldn't target cockpits.
They never imagined their masters didn't even know cockpits existed.
"If they find out..."
The thought was chilling.
"Discharge Morin tomorrow," Zhao Wei said.
"Bring him back to headquarters."
"We'll use his excuse."
"I feel like we're about to create a lie that deceives the entire world."
"A very convincing one," Qin Guang laughed.
"Not something ordinary people could pull off."
"Not without a real alien helping."
"...Yeah," Zhao Wei said with a bitter smile.
Back in the hospital room, Morin closed his eyes.
He rubbed the ring that had appeared on his finger.
Silver-white.
Plain.
Like a cheap flea-market band.
But Morin knew what it really was.
An interdimensional storage ring.
Capable of holding a mech tens of meters tall.
Weighing millions of tons.
The only downside was the cost.
Etching a mech cost 10,000 experience points.
At his current level, he could do it twice at most.
Fortunately, he only needed one mech for now.
There were other gains.
[Master-level Mech Repair] was obvious.
The effect was absurdly strong-though Morin wasn't sure his several thousand points of [Magic] could sustain it.
[Master-level Mech Controller] was outright ridiculous.
When he woke from the coma, he realized-
Within the range of his mental power, all mechs felt alive.
Obedient.
Awaiting command.
As for [Master-level Mech Item Draw]...
Morin's expression darkened.
The price had increased.
1,000 points per draw.
That penguin truly refused to lose a single cent.
He didn't dare draw.
He was saving 10,000 points.
Maybe he'd want to bring another mech later.
He thought he was rich.
Turns out, he was still poor.
Morin sighed.
He needed to leave the hospital.
And start making money.
Sunlight slanted through the window.
Around three in the afternoon.
Good afternoon.
Working man.
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