Chapter 1307: NO．211：Aliens should talk science

NO．211：Aliens should talk science.

"What did you say? Complete failure?! Watch your wording, make sure it's really complete?"

"Over a hundred people, and even more than a dozen monster card holders among them, yet not a single one succeeded? What the hell are these guys doing?!"

Luzas headquarters, at the end of the lunch break.

The Pegasa alien in a suit and dress shoes cursed at the screen, making the Bete alien lounging with legs up on the classic desk beside him look extraordinarily leisurely.

"Stay calm, staying calm is the virtue of the successful, Peke."

That Bete alien repeatedly bent his knees, as if deriving pleasure from the precarious balance on the chair legs.

"Don't forget that this arrangement was merely a casual interference."

"But this isn't a small matter either, Pikelu! We need to maintain our external publicity presence, or those companies might pull some tricks!"

"Maintaining the image is indeed important, but can't we replicate many such things?" the Bete alien shrugged.

"Relax, come over and watch the replay of the Hope Championship; this match can truly be said to have been completely dominated by that guy Aomo Lindun."

"You actually still have the leisure to care about the match results?"

"Otherwise, how do you intend to spend this boring shift? Do you really plan to stare at the armory without blinking?"

"I just want to make up for this loss!" the earnest Pegasa alien stepped forward, propping an arm on the table beside him, glaring with the eyes on his head, "You guys made your decisions so casually, but that manpower was all provided by me!"

"Seventy percent—is that the ratio? I recall the remaining thirty percent was supposed to be shouldered by the newcomers; how to put it? Now their suspicion level should also rise again, right?"

Every newcomer who joined the organization recently should be a suspect— the Bete alien has always maintained this, but the colleagues' response has been less than ideal.

Never mind whether they're stupid enough to be trusted; merely giving people an opportunity under the pretext of 'being usable' is, in his view, a foolish act.

When you think you can use others, how is that not giving them a chance to use you?

Rather than fussing with these frills, it would be better to support him in obtaining the Hyper Jetton breeding formula from his kin—just feed enough monsters and you can quickly cultivate high-end combat power; a whole Hyper Jetton legion wouldn't be any less reliable than that ridiculous Ultra Killer plan.

But the flaw of the council system lies in that if there aren't enough supporters, passage is denied.

He has to endure the constant presence of some wine-sacks and rice-bags of similar rank, which makes his perfect plan difficult to carry out.

Thus he even takes pleasure in seeing those people's daily baseline succeed.

He always likes to list a priority of success for whatever he does, insisting that achieving the lowest target counts as success, just like a mobile game stage where getting one star out of three is enough to satisfy a fool; this often gives him a feeling that upstarts are not worth plotting against.

Unfortunately, current resources can't produce a second high-level Hyper Jetton, and the wine-sack and rice-bag colleagues aren't entirely without merit.

—at least the dumber they are, the more room he has to maneuver.

As for that, he feels no guilt whatsoever.

After all, he saw it clearly long ago.

Within this whole organization there are not a few of his kind mixed in, each with their own grievances but no reason to abandon their posts, naturally to leverage the organization's platform, which already boasts considerable connections and resources.

As for mutual hatred…

There is some sense of identity, but it's not enough to cover all the conflicts and dissatisfaction.

So-called organizations, societies, groups— in the end they are truly stable only when formed by shared interests, because maintaining interests is always easier than maintaining feelings.

The Miflas aliens who originally built the organization clearly understood this, using corporations and conglomerates as the foundation for organizational development, which is precisely why the organization has rapidly grown to its present size.

Especially after Commander Blake's and the Hippolyte aliens' respective dominant organizations were destroyed, the newly founded Luzas, despite its young age, leapt to become the largest gray organization among extraterritorial aliens.

Although this development perfectly matches the Dongyan proverb 'When there are no tigers in the mountain, monkeys proclaim themselves kings,' it is evident that Luzas, now qualified to feast on the greatest whale fall due to the collapse of the upper ecosystem, is fully capable of becoming a real tiger.

With enormous advantages in wealth and technology, and not sparing to absorb fresh blood, even if the upper-level conditions require contradiction or even enmity with Ultra Warriors—similar to a political review—this does not hinder the enterprises under it from developing according to ordinary employee recruitment standards.

Such a Luzas appears to anyone as the leading head of rapid development, to the point that even non-transmigrator aliens are sharpening their heads to join.

But as the saying goes, 'the family knows its own affairs'; the Bete alien, as a council member, has long felt that the organization needs a reform.

The current council members, when talking about business and technology, each have a trick up their sleeve, but when it comes to actual combat tactics planning, the level of aggression and combat gameplay……

The Bete alien often feels that these people have had their brains addled by business, dabbling in dark commercial tactics and shady gray methods, and then think they're big shots, losing themselves in their subordinates' flattery, considering themselves a formidable crocodile or godfather who dominates one side.

Is that right, then?

Having stayed on this planet for several years, the Bete alien still feels that the planet's culture is too diverse and too blended; whenever he tries to fit in and show off some learning, he gets hit in the face by various slang and buzzwords from the multilingual milieu.

Thus, whenever he uses certain specific terms, he has to hesitate a moment.

Has that lump of the Heart of Terra never considered thoroughly unifying culture? While cursing the planet's supreme ruler in his heart and gut, his calves still maintained a steady flexion, letting the light screen below bob up and down; he had just seen what seemed to be a similarly central horse girl step into the encirclement of those under Aomo Lindun, but then the black silhouette flickered past in the shot, causing his legs crossed on the table to twitch and his chair beneath to nearly tip over.

The conspicuous helmet, conspicuous black attire and white scarf, the mask that revealed nothing of its expression nevertheless brought a strange sense of mutual gaze, making him feel targeted.

"What's wrong with you?" This sudden movement immediately drew the attention of his coworkers, causing the other to pause his fingers flipping through the electronic report.

"I've seen a ghost…… maybe."

"?"

Watching the Bete alien lift his hand to rub the eye crystal, looking all mysterious, the Pegasa alien irritably withdrew his gaze, only feeling that this was the other's prelude to trying to mess with him.

"How? Did you see your deceased older brother?"

Although he didn't want to look, he still had to deal with it a bit; even as revenge for prior annoyance, the narrow-minded Pegasa alien also had to throw in this line.

Thinking that even that perpetually off-key guy should have some reaction to that remark, he only saw the guy still fiddling with the crystal eye on his helmet‑like headgear with his sharp fingers, as if truly still feeling uneasy.

"?"

"I saw that guy Aomo Lindun."

"Huh? Does that count as seeing a ghost?"

Pegasa doesn't really get it; after all, Aomo Lindun was supposed to be right there on the scene—what a jump‑scare.

"I feel like he saw me just as well."

"Through the replay?" Pegasa snapped.

"Through the replay." the Bete alien answered blankly.

But he himself also knew it wasn't very realistic.