Chapter 459: NO.42: Invasion is quite troublesome

NO. 42: Invasion is quite troublesome.

Four days have passed, and that troublesome super agent seems to have made not a sound at all; could he really be dead?

If he's dead, it would actually be convenient; the problem is if he isn't dead, our perfect plan would end up with a gap out of nowhere.

Haha, perfect? If we were truly perfect, we wouldn't have been chased by that super agent! I want to ask, is your secrecy work too lax?

This part is handled by Blake; asking me is useless—I'm just a Metreon providing transport. At worst I could also provide some more special plant seeds.

The Metreon, whose appearance has an aquatic vibe, simultaneously incorporates octopus suckers, barnacle shapes, and fish outlines.

He spread his arms, whose cuffs resembled the tips of squids covering his palms: "But I thought I wouldn't need them, after all, early humans called this field electronic poison, right?"

It's just wind direction guidance; now the idea of this federation is managed by a troublesome AI. Games aren't banned; rather, if we were discovered, even our souls might not be allowed to remain.

When did you start caring about souls? Isn't it just physical age you value most? the Metreon complained.

I've always wanted to suggest you guys try the cultivation culture of those Dongyan Earth people; maybe then we wouldn't need to abduct humans. These days, the threshold for investigating missing persons is getting lower and lower.

That's because they haven't done it well enough; if they achieved perfect fusion, there would be no trace of any missing persons.

The man, who looked human, would in the bright light sometimes reveal another face resembling that of a Jetton alien.

Merely a resemblance.

In fact, the fact that he has a pair of symmetrical eyes is enough to prove his Kamel identity.

Although they were discussing a dangerous and even dark topic, the two's work environment was actually quite bright, and there were even entertainment programs unrelated to their work playing on TV.

The pet channel and the replay of the first half of May's Satsuki Sho were both blaring low-quality external audio, each noisy in its own way.

Then, the alien watching TV also started to have a tendency to argue.

"You'd better be perfect~ You've clearly been doing online scams lately, pretending to be a beautiful woman even though you're not a Pitian, making my tentacles laugh awry."

"Just say whether you scammed them or not!"

"It feels not as good as the batch your brother abducted from the Clock Tower; at least they came with some magical talent."

"This is called magic!" The man, who was the brother referred to by the other party, with a more perfect fusion, showing no trace of Kamel appearance, approached and tried to popularize his niche energy setting to outsiders: "Can't you two focus on data maintenance and stop making noise? Why is the TV still on? This is easy for net police to track!"

"Ah, don't worry about that—are you a hacker or are we both hackers? We definitely have preparations before daring to watch," the Kamel watching the pet channel shrugged, "and moreover, that hacker group's investigative direction is also those people from the cracking team; those Digimon are really useful!"

As long as we cultivate something with the same appearance, we can divert attention.

Moreover, the leader of the cracking team, although he also uses a Chaos Dragon Beast, has been missing for a long time, with no one to explain his situation—he's practically a natural scapegoat," the Metreon also chimed in, then asked, "By the way, I've checked, and the data from Chaldea and the Digimon side are quite complete; are you sure you plan to use the Holy Grail data and Digital Soul to create a base?"

Otherwise? In this damned world, could we still conduct a normal invasion?

The military force on this Earth is too damned; monsters cause chaos every few days and are quickly suppressed, not even giving Ultramen a chance to fight, let alone the federation's star fleet, which seems able to be recalled at any time from expedition exploration.

That's true; even Commander Blake acknowledges this path of electronic invasion... but how exactly did that super agent get provoked?

It was summoned by Farinbas; I said that extreme human-made computer creations are unreliable, directly bringing us a mad dog—what's the condition of that mad dog? Still no news?

No, perhaps he really is dead.

What kind of weird Earth language is this?

It's the Dongyan ancient language tone! I've actually been doing pretty well on this planet; the sunset race is really beautiful~ the Metreon said, looking at the yellowish track in the recording, which is already the NHK Short Distance Cup footage.

What a pity, the URA Association also doesn't consider much other timed races.

Don't bet on horses so much, you; the addition of the Junction Zone planning to this project is also your doing, right?

This is my only right to interfere in your affairs; I couldn't possibly not have a say," the Metreon defended, "and moreover, the Heaven's Gate City you originally considered is more dangerous than the Junction Zone! Building a base there is completely unrealistic!

If that's the case, why not support my nomination for the Hongying District London?

We don't really understand you mages' obsession." At that moment, the two aliens who were each watching TV turned their heads and spoke in unison.

Then came another retort: 'A place with neither resources nor special ethnic clusters has no value at all.'

Exactly! The weather is also perpetually bad, with nothing nice to see in the sunset.

"……" The man, angered by those two—especially since one of them was his own brother—had his index finger trembling, but he eventually raised his hand to rest on his ear.

Yes, the data here is confirmed and ready; okay, okay, I guarantee the mission will be completed!

He said that, lowering his hand by his ear, then looked again at the two: "After observing for a week, you and Teams 1 through 4 will carry out the operation; the higher-ups want to construct a new electronic world within a day."

Ah? One day? There's no way that's fast enough; there will definitely be a lot of bugs to fix.

Yeah, big brother, do we have any Pedan people here? At least transfer a Shade person from Team 2 to me.

Now you know to call me big brother?" the man glanced contemptuously at his fellow clansman brother, "The human federation has an academic statistic: when a team exceeds three members, team work only ends up shirking responsibility and delaying.

That's their human statistic! Our Metreon people are different!" the Metreon shouted.

The younger brother also chimed in: 'Exactly, exactly, exactly, and we need data power surpassing humanity from the Zarab aliens!'

Saying that, he suddenly changed his mind: 'Or Dada would also work.'

After all, Dada's scientific technology is just too strong!

Not a single hair! The strength of Dada isn't research at all! And still Dada? Even Mefilas isn't here, and you still want to form some Steel Demon Four Heavenly Kings?

Not wanting to give those slackers a good look, the man turned and walked straight out of the data room.

Get ready; I want to see your work completed by next week!