READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 229
The monster, forgetting that machines break when water gets in, totally wrecked the lake park by diving in.
Seeing this, Mari sighed deeply, placing her palm on her forehead, just as she aimed her blazing red magic wand.
Meanwhile, on the monsters’ spaceship, unusually peaceful and diligent days were unfolding.
Today was the 1st Setr, a day that comes once every 66 days, for the final report on the spaceship.
The day when each executive gathers to summarize the achievements and peculiarities of their respective areas.
“Uh, so… the magical girl Tiara, originally from the U.S., was temporarily dispatched to the Black Zone, and has now returned to her home country. We request a dedicated transmission space for large monsters the size of small spaceships or larger. Over.”
The transmission room executive, Gate Keeper.
The transmission room is usually responsible for updating the Earth’s map.
It’s basic to know if there’s lava or puddles where subordinates are to be sent.
Understanding the changes in terrain due to climate change is the responsibility of the transmission room and its monsters.
Though not always as accurate as the Earth’s weather forecasts, they’re about 85% correct.
“Now me? Uh, the training room has no issues. Just a request to replace the latest or outdated equipment considering various species.”
Next to the transmission room is the training room.
The training room executive, Shield Lion, opens his mouth with a bored expression.
After stating there are no peculiarities, he just suggests adding or replacing equipment.
The training room’s work isn’t complicated beyond equipment repair or replacement.
As he finishes his report, another monster speaks up.
“Yes, please organize the species names of combatants needing equipment and the outdated equipment separately. And now, our control room’s turn.”
Control room executive, Asura.
He’s the busiest on the day of the final report.
Starting his talk, he freely moves his eight arms, swiftly shifting his gaze among the papers in each hand.
Sun’s spaceship invasion chaos, the reinstatement of the recovery room executive Medic Tentacle, the reinstatement of the monster development room executive Maker, and future measures for the destruction of the Arctic outpost.
Also, handling directives from the rights investigation department, and checking and managing various spaceship functions.
“73% of the entrance destroyed during the invasion has been repaired, and the outpost plan previously pushed by headquarters has been replaced with autonomous action after measures are prepared. Also, to replenish the dwindling combatants, a slight support request to headquarters…”
“Ah… that’s enough, in short, there’s a hell of a lot to do, right?”
“Yes.”
“Uh, next is… the monster development room?”
With too many peculiarities, other executives, tired of listening, summarize and pass the conversation to the next executive.
Next is the monster development room, recently inactive due to the ‘Doppelganger Sun’ incident.
…Its executive, Maker, had nothing special to say.
Because he was recently forced back to headquarters by the combatants’ outcry.
Yet, he cautiously voices an opinion.
“Uh, if it’s not a problem, could we get development permission again…”
“It is a problem.”
“Not yet.”
“Let’s watch for another 5 Setrs.”
“……”
However, his cautious opinion was unanimously dismissed by the other executives.
Because combatants, still haunted by that day’s memories, might riot in shock and horror if they see the monster development room active again.
Though some lower combatants know Maker has returned, no word comes out because the monster development room remains closed.
Moreover, he was the praised combatant incubator No. 52 at headquarters.
With an ambitious plan to replace simple labor with artificial monsters and successful in securing a hefty development fee, the trial run’s results were…
“Not long ago, an unofficial operation caused a big mess.”
A terrifying creature combining several monsters’ features.
As Medic Tentacle mentioned the recent incident, Maker shamelessly raised his voice, saying it was unavoidable.
“Just a little, a tiny bit more adjustment, and the potential is plenty!”
“…Even, during the cleanup, we had to get help from ‘her’.”
But other executives were skeptical.
Numerous testimonies from combatants who had to deal with the horrific fusion creature mentioned receiving help from the magical girl Sun.
Recently, she’s become an image of terror to combatants, yet also a friendly figure showing high empathy in combatant life.
She even sent a unilateral, considerate notice saying, “I won’t take your devices anymore, just give us normal return devices.”
Her monster-friendly demeanor makes one wonder if she was ever a symbol of terror.
“How about, is there no way to negotiate her to our side? Having such an assistant would mean no worries for life.”
With a bit of hope, Maker glances sideways with a wide grin.
His gaze lands on none other than Medic Tentacle.
Among the executives, he’s the one who’s talked the most with Sun, hence Maker’s glance at him.
“Even if she joined us, she wouldn’t be your assistant, at least.”
Medic Tentacle indifferently mentions the possibility, bluntly crushing Maker’s hopes.
“Right, if you keep picking on her like that, don’t think we’ll let it slide.”
Shield Lion also chimes in, as if Maker’s talking nonsense.
Having listened to the combatants’ testimonies about Sun, he’s genuinely worried about her behavior, specifically targeting Maker.
“Well, no need to worry for now! She probably won’t fly all the way here.”
But Maker just laughs off his colleague’s sincere concern.
Confident that without a device, she wouldn’t fly through space to the spaceship.
Hearing such complacency, Medic Tentacle quietly turns his gaze to the space outside the spaceship, thinking to himself.
‘If she wanted to, she probably could.’
“Ahem, back to the main point… any peculiarities in the recovery room?”
Asura steadies the momentarily relaxed atmosphere.
Finally, the recovery room report.
Though relatively recently returned to duty, unless it’s the intensive care room, the recovery room, sharing tasks with other departments, had little to report.
“Um. The intensive care room is empty, and all recovery room devices are fine.”
“Yes, then the 18,827th final report meeting is hereby concluded.”
With Asura’s closing remarks, the executives relax their stiff postures.
As the heavy meeting atmosphere passes, casual conversations start among them.
“By the way, Tentacle… how’s the headquarters medical facility and life? As good as they say?”
At the mention of headquarters life, Medic Tentacle stiffens.
The executives’ conversation topic is Medic Tentacle’s life on the headquarters’ direct spaceship.
Maker, also part of the headquarters’ spaceship, had nothing to share, engrossed in research and development.
The headquarters and its direct units, filled with supposedly great monsters.
Though not exactly envied, it’s naturally of some interest.
“Don’t even mention it, the things they order from above are terrifying.”
But as if there’s no need for such thoughts, his expression sours.
Recalling bad memories, Medic Tentacle speaks up.
Surprised, Shield Lion asks him again.
“That bad?”
“Let me give you a few simple examples.”
Seeing the incomprehensible expression, Medic Tentacle, with a fed-up look, briefly lists a few examples.
The headquarters’ direct spaceship, returning to being just a recovery room monster, wasn’t exactly pleasant.
“Hey soldier… sorry to wake you, but this isn’t working, what’s the problem?”
“You didn’t turn it on.”
That experience included serious human rights… no, monster rights violations, not even guaranteeing sleep time.
“What’s the password for this?”
“Isn’t this your equipment, officer?”
“Haven’t used it in so long, I forgot. Have a soldier format it.”
Officers unable to manage their own equipment.
“Even so, making us work in a place with the heating off, without even issuing coats…”
“Ah, in my day, we did it even naked!”
“…….”
Even bringing up poor working conditions, the responses were about enduring with grit, a closed-minded environment.
A group where common sense doesn’t apply.
Whether it’s a military group or a senior monster care center due to hierarchy, it’s indistinguishable.
“I guarantee, if we go to war with Earth, we’ll definitely lose.”
Medic Tentacle saw the bleak future of monsters there.
‘Those who can’t even handle their own equipment, conquering is a pipe dream.’
With such pessimistic thoughts, Medic Tentacle leans back in his chair.
Deeply wishing no large-scale war breaks out during his officer life.