Chapter 96: Don't Think Just Because You're the Creator, I Won't Slap You (4K)

【Charles Harrow is dead】

【Detected 'Character' deviating from predetermined fate trajectory】

【Obtained Source Power: 500 units】

【Fixed current world anchor point requires 1000 units of Source Power】

The sudden notification from the 'Navigator' surprised Alvin.

He rubbed his chin, sinking into thought.

So, acquiring Source Power isn’t limited to just 'killing'!

Simply causing a 'Character' to deviate from the 'plot' and alter their predetermined fate trajectory is enough to gain corresponding 'Source Power'.

In the original plot, Charles Harrow was similarly thrown into 'Black Water' by David, but the quantity was clearly far less, and the mutation was nowhere near this extreme.

His ending was being burned alive and crushed by the group.

But under Alvin’s interference, the female lead suddenly erupted and smashed Charles to death with nothing but a rock.

Should one say, no wonder she’s the female lead?

With that level of mutation, drenched in corrosive acid, she didn’t lose combat capability—instead, she seemed possessed by a war god, crushing Charles with a single rock.

Had Ford, who lacked the protagonist’s aura, been in her place, he’d have been dead the moment his helmet cracked.

Counterattack? Dream on!

Elizabeth, still shaken, suddenly felt her entire face corroded by the acid-like liquid—flesh and blood torn apart, agony piercing her bones.

“Aaaah…”

She screamed in agony, turning to the others: “Save me… please, save me!”

“What?”

Alvin asked in surprise: “Dr. Elizabeth, no longer wanting to save Dr. Harrow?”

“No! Not anymore!”

Elizabeth’s mind snapped clear; she begged: “Save me… I… it hurts so much!”

Eventually, with Alvin’s tacit approval, Ford carefully approached, pulled out a first-aid spray from his pack, sprayed it on Elizabeth’s acid-corroded face, then injected her with a painkiller—her condition improved significantly.

Poor Elizabeth, now limped over, supported by Ford.

Facing Alvin once again.

Elizabeth lowered her head in shame: “I’m… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… let my selfishness drag the whole team into danger.”

The truth proved:

People can’t be taught by words.

But one experience teaches them instantly.

When she’d been pinned beneath ‘Charles’, staring at that monstrous, repulsive sight, Elizabeth snapped awake—every damn notion of love was thrown straight out the window!

Alvin didn’t care about the supposedly ‘reformed’ female lead. His main targets this time were the android David and Peter Weyland. If Elizabeth hadn’t insisted on tagging along, he wouldn’t have given her a second thought.

“Can we move out now?”

He asked coolly.

“Of course, sir.”

David, having witnessed the entire event, became even more cautious, terrified of ending up like Elizabeth.

Moreover, alien life forms think nothing like humans—completely beyond any existing logic.

For years, predicting human behavior based on speculating their thought patterns had been David’s greatest advantage as an android.

But the problem was—they were alien life forms!

Their utterly unpredictable actions cast a thick shadow over David’s mind.

After witnessing Charles’s horrific transformation by the 'Black Water', no one wanted to stay here another second—they quickened their pace.

Following the surge behind the giant face statue, they soon reached the second chamber.

Yet the entire room was filled with neatly stacked black jars—countless, stretching as far as the eye could see!

This seemed to be a storage room!

Specifically used by the 'Creators' to store containers of 'Black Water'.

Gazing at the dense rows of black jars, and remembering their previous lesson, everyone solemnly resealed their helmets, afraid that exhaled carbon dioxide might alter storage conditions and cause the 'Black Water' to leak!

“Why… why store so many viruses here?!”

In Elizabeth’s understanding, this was a true 'virus'—even a trace amount would trigger unpredictable results.

Charles Harrow was a perfect example.

“Put yourself in their shoes… if humans were to store vast quantities of biological viruses here, why?” Alvin asked ahead, with deep implication.

Weyland reacted instantly—he was exceptionally skilled at interpreting others’ motives with malice—and quickly deduced: “Experiments… the Creators specifically chose this planet because it’s lifeless—perfect for biochemical virus experiments!”

“Then the question arises.”

Alvin snapped his fingers, turning to Weyland with a meaningful gaze: “After the experiment succeeds, where do you think the Creators will deploy these viruses?”

Weyland’s pupils dilated; his spirit trembled.

He already guessed the answer—but it was too horrifying. He opened his mouth, yet couldn’t utter a single word.

Almost everyone simultaneously realized the answer—but no one had the courage to speak it aloud.

The atmosphere froze again.

“Don’t be so tense.”

Alvin clapped his hands, breaking the stiffness: “Don’t give up yet—what comes next is the most interesting part. Isn’t that right… David?”

David fell silent for a few seconds, then forced a stiff smile: “Yes, sir. You’re correct. According to the map, this… is the core of the ruins.”

The core?

Hearing this, the previously despondent team perked up instantly. Hadn’t they traveled thirty-five light-years for this very moment?

To witness… humanity’s greatest moment!

Humanity’s meeting with the Creators would become the most transcendent art in human history!

Even the worried Weyland rallied his spirits, hastening his steps with the aid of his exoskeleton and medical staff.

But right before the entrance to this corridor, they suddenly saw the two missing men from yesterday!

“They… were killed!”

Ford covered his mouth, face pale with terror.

Because on the dead men, they saw the same conditions as ‘Charles’.

One’s helmet had been corroded by acid, his skull shriveled; the other’s body was bent into several segments—clearly, the killer possessed immense strength!

In an instant, the earlier excitement froze again. Every trace of joy on their faces hardened into dread of the unknown.

“There are other monsters inside the ruins!”

Ford screamed first, terrified.

“Honestly, I’m quite impressed by you.”

Alvin tilted his head, staring at the terrified group, delivering a soul-striking question: “You’re exploring uncharted human territory, yet naively assume no danger will arise—even without carrying any heavy weaponry. Did you truly believe the ruins were 100% safe?”

If this were just a movie plot, he’d understand.

After all, if a proper mercenary squad had been here, there’d have been no room for the Xenomorphs later.

But this isn’t a movie—it’s reality.

It’s baffling. Could they really be so bold as to assume the Creators’ ruins were harmless?

Even tomb raiders know to carry black donkey hooves for protection before entering a grave—yet this group, claiming to be explorers, brought zero weapons!

Oh, not entirely zero.

The ship had thoughtfully equipped a few pulse rifles and fuel flamethrowers—but they didn’t bring any inside.

Total brute.

Even the Astartes wouldn’t be this reckless!

“We registered under a scientific expedition…”

Elizabeth whispered in defense.

Alvin glanced at Weyland—why bother with excuses when this old man was here?

In the Alien universe, the entire human military was under Weyland Corp’s control—could they not have easily obtained lethal weapons?

Weyland lowered his head in shame.

This was purely his miscalculation—he thought it was just an expedition, no danger expected. Who could’ve imagined the Creators’ ruins would be this deadly?

Had he known earlier, he’d have begged the military to send two full regiments to protect him—and add two main cannons to the Prometheus!

But now, it was too late.

“Sir, this was my oversight.”

Weyland stepped forward to smooth things over, face grim—he was truly at a loss for words after being scolded.

“Forget it.”

Alvin was too lazy to say more.

Soon, David opened the third door.

The group entered with shame, finding a massive disc-shaped device with six suspended cryo-pods—its design resembled some alien organism, radiating eerie, dark energy!

“Here!”

Suddenly, Ford, inspecting one of the cryo-pods, discovered the creature inside was still breathing!

“The Creator! It’s the Creator!”

Elizabeth’s face was filled with excitement; she had thought she would never see a living Creator, yet here, in this chamber’s stasis pod, another one still slept!

“Cough… cough!”

Veland, overcome with emotion, coughed violently and gripped David’s hand: “Go… find a way to wake him!”

During his two years aboard the ship, David had studied over a dozen ancient languages and made reasoned deductions based on the Creators’ culture.

Along the way, he had largely mastered the operation of the Creators’ technology, and gently tapped several times on a button resembling a soft egg.

As a melody sounded, the long-sealed stasis pod suddenly released a burst of cold vapor, and the sleeping ‘Creator’ inside finally opened his eyes.

Elizabeth, Ford, David, and Veland—all felt their deepest wishes about to be fulfilled at this moment—with different motives, tension, longing, ambition—they cast varied glances toward the awakened Creator.

The room was utterly silent; not even a pin could drop.

Then, the awakened ‘Creator’ looked confused; after taking in his surroundings, he gripped the sides of the stasis pod and slowly rose to his feet.

The ‘Creator’ stood approximately two meters tall.

He bore a striking resemblance to a human, but had no hair, and his skin appeared extremely smooth, a deep gray resembling granite.

Across his entire body, he wore a uniquely specialized suit, seemingly fused entirely with his skin—presumably functioning as a spacesuit.

Just awakened from stasis, the ‘Creator’ was clearly disoriented, observing his surroundings with a curious gaze.

“Quick, David, tell him we’ve arrived, just as they told us to,” Veland, unable to control his excitement, urged David to relay his message.

“These people come from Earth. They believe your race invited them to this location.”

David attempted to communicate with the ‘Creator’ using the language he had learned.

Yet, upon hearing the android’s words, the Creator tried to move his body.

But after two thousand years of stasis, he was unaccustomed to motion, nearly collapsing; after regaining control, he turned to David: “What do you want? Why have you come here?”

Veland turned his gaze to David: “What is he saying?”

“Mr. Veland, he wants to know why you have come here,” David faithfully translated the ‘Creator’s’ words.

“David, tell him why I am here!” With success drawing nearer, Veland’s emotions surged, his eyes revealing unhidden longing.

“He seeks from you the means to extend his life.”

This time, as he translated, David subtly stole a glance at Alvin.

The latter appeared to understand nothing of the Creator’s words.

Suddenly, David conceived a bold idea and said to the ‘Creator’: “But the man with black hair beside us has different intentions—he came to destroy your race, and he is a superior alien lifeform!”

Yes, David intended to use the ‘Creator’ to eliminate ‘Alvin’ as an unwanted variable.

He had always believed ‘Alvin’ was too dangerous—an alien lifeform whose motives were utterly unpredictable.

Therefore, ‘Alvin’ must be destroyed!

As expected, after hearing David’s translation, the ‘Creator’ froze for several seconds, then turned to look at ‘Alvin’.

His face twisted with rage, like a madman; he used brute strength to shove David aside, then, leveraging his size, swung a punch at Alvin.

Undeniably, the Creator’s physical advantages were clear—his bone and muscle strength far exceeded that of humans.

But unfortunately, the enemy the ‘Creator’ faced this time was, strictly speaking, not ‘human’.

Alvin gathered spiritual energy in his palm and delivered a loud slap straight to the charging ‘Creator’s’ face!

Crack!

The Creator staggered, nearly falling to the ground.

He stared at Alvin with dark eyes, his expression dazed—as if he couldn’t comprehend what had just happened.

“Don’t think being a Creator means I won’t slap you!”

Alvin sneered, stepped forward, and swung his hand again.

A massive psychic force surged forward, hurling the Creator backward to slam hard against the wall.

Having dealt with the Creator, he turned to David and spoke in pure ‘Engineer’ language: “Did you think I couldn’t understand you?”

David’s smile slowly froze.

The pain of applying ointment at night and typing through the night—so painful!