Life Mission

[Let’s give the authority to Jigneon. Raise the probability of this mission’s success.]

Writing on the PDA. Cha Jun Sung read this and was frozen in surprise for a moment from the fact that he had been registered as a Lifer after living nomadically for a while.

The store opens up.

He can go to the briefing room as well. But restrictions still followed him around like a shadow.

He can’t return to reality or Mechanic City.

He is limited to missions. He doesn’t have a problem with this since he is grateful for even this.

[Opening the store isn’t normally allowed inside missions, but we will allow it this one time. You have 50 billion points, so use it as you please.]

50 billion points is enough to purchase advanced equipment in the level S store.

To Cha Jun Sung, this is like much needed rain in a drought.

He now has nothing other than his battlesuit, which has been reduced to scrap metal. Cha Jun Sung purchased plenty of necessities like a repair robot to fix his battlesuit, switching gear, and expendables. He didn’t leave spare points.

He will keep using later, but he needs to fill up his gear while he can.

He doesn’t know whether regaining his qualifications will be for this one time or if it will continue. If it is the former, having the tangibles is more important than having points, which are just in numbers.

Cha Jun Sung clenches his fist.

His right hand?

It’s his left. His left arm was regenerated.

He could have gone back to the briefing room or purchased medical equipment, but he didn’t do it. There are medics everywhere at World Federation’s headquarters.

Lifers each take care of their own basic gear, but they left treatment to the medics.

In Cha Jun Sung’s case, the cells were dead because it had been long since his arm was cut off and he didn’t have the arm, so they regenerated it by using special medicine.

[It’s time.]

“Alright.”

Cha Jun Sung put his battlesuit on. It gives off light. There were a lot of dents and scratches, but it was made to be like new thanks to the store.

Cha Jun Sung went to Strategist’s residence, looking for him.

Everyone will be gathered there now. It has only been one week since they moved their headquarters. All Lifers stopped being active for that week and lived inside headquarters.

It could have been buzzing with so many people gathered together in one place, but it was extremely peaceful. They will have to go into a battle in which they put their lives on the line. This is the peace before the storm.

***

“To get straight to the point by mission standards, the one you all call the White Ghost isn’t Bon Load. But if I’m not explaining in mission standards, it could be Bon Load.”

“That means it’s Bon Load but also something else.”

Strategist understood the main point.

Cha Jun Sung thought ‘Expected from Strategist’ to himself.

If there is someone who understands, it is much easier to explain.

“Before I get to that, some time ago – about 5 years ago – I killed Evil Queen in North America.”

Rankers’ expressions trembled suddenly.

No one knew that Cha Jun Sung had killed Evil Queen. Not even the Park Jin Hyuk’s group, who were his party members.

“By yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Is that why you were disqualified from entering level S and A missions?”

Cha Jun Sung maintained his composure.

He doesn’t know why, but it seems the Cha Jun Sung of this world cannot enter missions at level A and beyond.

“That is the main cause, but there is something else that is more important.”

He only hid the truth about himself with lies. Cha Jun Sung stressed that the Evil Queen he took on at the time was only an alter, a shell.

He had followed traces of her down to South America because he had felt something was off, and he had come across them by coincidence.

“Evil Queen and Bon Load fused…”

“She said that the two of them became one. I didn’t understand at first, but I realized during that last attack that I had just given up on surviving and launched.”

The subject is Evil Queen, but Bon Load must have agreed to it because his will remained alive. This is a monster within a monster.

The splitting ability they saw as they ran away wasn’t Evil Queen’s.

She is a type that battles with her body. It must be Bon Load’s.

The only ability that Evil Queen showed was splitting. She must have retained her own abilities, so they cannot overlook that.

“If that’s true, it means we need to take on Evil Queen separately apart from the splitting? A splitting mutant is extremely difficult. This is crazy.”

Everyone agreed with Nuclear.

Normally, a splitting mutant’s main body is treated as one or two levels below in strength.

A level 7 would be about 5 or 6.

But there are those that take level 7 with one split. There’s no end if they just get supplemented with stamina and nutrients.

A level 9’s splitting ability makes each being level 6 or even 7.

If hundreds and thousands of them come out?

Of course they wouldn’t worry if that was it. The problem is Evil Queen.

“Will she have gotten stronger?”

“Probably. Bon Load is level 9 too.”

“The only person who has fought against both is Overload. What do you think?”

If the main body’s attacking ability is the same as Evil Queen’s, the four of them – he, Violet, Weapon Master, and Chamma Sword – could keep her tied down.

Splitting ability?

World Federation entered with a full 100,000 people. The death toll is only a small percentage of the total number of members. Then their worry?

‘A level 9’s dominion is beyond imagination. I know because I’ve experienced it before.’

The Evil Queen raid that he would have tried in his world, the Queen of Evil mission.

100,000 people entered like now, but the situation had been completely different.

As an individual the Evil Queen now is stronger than the Evil Queen then.

Beyond that?

They showed the overwhelming volume of level 8 limbs and mutant armies to the World Federation and Cha Jun Sung’s group.

This isn’t North America.

They can’t know Bon Load’s personality, but what if he is similar to Evil Queen? What if they have troops?

Beep beep beep!

Chamma Sword’s PDA blinked and a hologram came up. The gathered Lifers’ attention focused on this sudden phenomenon.

“What… That?”

Someone’s words are met with silence.

Small black objects are gathering to the vast forest surrounding their headquarters. The being in the middle.

“She’s coming.”

Evil Queen.

The square outer walls of World Federation’s headquarters are self-assembled. Rather than for defense, they are more a boundary to separate the inside and outside.

3m high, 1m thick.

It isn’t sturdy because the material is thin, but it is a wall.

Ordinary humans can’t knock it over without tools.

But this only in the case of humans. It is different when the opponent is a mutant. Weak level 1s would be an exception.

Body-focused level 2s have 5 to 6 times the physical ability of humans. This is enough to take a car apart with bare hands. It would be enough to take the wall apart even if it took a little time.

So it is like a paper wall to mutants level 3 and beyond.

“Deploy cyborgs!”

“I’ll make it into a beehive!”

“Let’s show her what a real bombing looks like!”

10,000 cyborgs climb the wall and go to the points where weapons like automatic cannons and machine guns have been installed.

The wall itself can’t withstand the vibrations generated by the weapons, but the places where the weapons are installed are separate from the wall.

These places were created like bunkers in order to ensure safe locations for shooting, so they don’t have to worry about collapsing.

“Fuck! She’s seized the skies too!”

“Who does she think she’s kidding? Do the sentinels look like they’re there for form?”

300 sentinels roar with their engines turned on and their launch preparation complete. When the sentinels take off, tens of thousands of Lifers follow.

Tens of thousands of Lifers protect the 300 sentinels and go into an aerial war with the flying mutants. Then they support the ground as they push through.

Beyond that, while Lifers and cyborgs stopped mutants’ advance with weapons, they were thinking of shooting from the air from beginning to end. There was no need to get tangled up in a close quarters battle.

Nearly an hour earlier, there was an emergency call at headquarters.

Chamma Sword’s Universe Eye discovered her first, and Strategist relayed news on the mutant attack.

They closed the distance and waited.

As soon as the signal falls on either the mutant or Lifer side, all hell will break loose.

His hand trembles against his will. The area outside of the wall is pitch black.

There looks to be more than tens of thousands of them. It looks like all the mutants that live in the Amazon have gathered here. They can’t predict how many will die.

At this point, only one week has passed.

They wonder how she managed to gather so many of them, but that isn’t important. What’s important is that they have gathered.

“It’s scary.”

“Phew!”

A large tower built in the middle of headquarters.

Rankers and Cha Jun Sung’s group went to the top of what they call the bell tower to get an eye on the situation.

“Damn it! We overlooked her dominion because she kept going around by herself!”

“Flying mutants are incredibly important. I see those that are capable of long-range attack. It’s a combination that’s aimed at the battlesuit’s flying ability.”

No matter how strong the mutant is, it cannot fly if it does not have wings.

There’s nothing they can do but run away if they attack from the sky.

They can’t do everything just because they can fly in the sky, but it is advantageous. But Evil Queen attacked the aspects that Lifers were advantageous in.

On top of that, there was as much variety in types as there were in numbers. The slow but large ones with incredible defensive systems are standing in the front.

The ones that have low defense but are small and fast, are gathered around them. They look like a shield and the offensive force.

There were other mutant roles like those in charge of distracting the enemy, and they were separated like the groups in human militaries.

They can’t win just by taking control of the skies. Even Strategist looked at the mutants and felt frustration.

They don’t see level 8s, but they can tell there are hundreds of level 7s from just a glance.

“The fact that she gathered this kind of group in such a short amount of time is dominion, but it also means she had been prepared to some extent.”

Strategist expressed his thoughts.