READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 244
The period for evaluating conquest suitability.
In simple terms, it’s a time to comprehensively assess whether the spaceship has the capability to conquer Earth or not.
So, why am I getting this explanation from a high-ranking monster officer…
“Because even if we get a disqualification, it doesn’t end there.”
“Right, other guys will come after you.”
“Exactly, you catch on quick.”
They know well that even if they step back, it’s not the end.
The way the world works is all the same, and in a tightly-knit group, you can somewhat predict how things will go.
If it were a regular high school girl with no military knowledge, she might have thought, ‘Isn’t it good if they step back?’
But no way, the world isn’t that easy.
If they fail the evaluation, another monster spaceship will come here without any discussion.
Then we’d have to go through the hassle of torture and negotiation again, so from my perspective, it’s better for them to pass whatever evaluation this is.
Around that time, while I was leaning on the armrest with my elbow and resting my chin on my knuckles…
I heard the murmuring of monsters at the entrance of the Recovery Room.
“Hey, is that for real?”
“It looks real. Wow, it’s scarier in person.”
“Why did they come?”
“Isn’t it because of this evaluation? They said it’s going to be tough.”
“That’s why Medic Tentacle is here to talk about it.”
As the murmuring grew into conversations, the Medic Tentacle sitting next to me got up and walked towards the entrance.
“Are you here to gawk? Go back to your quarters, shoo.”
Waving its tentacles like hands, the high-ranking monster officer frowned and spoke to the gathered monsters.
Not to be outdone, the monsters, who seemed to have a casual relationship with their officers, added a few words.
“Of course, we’re here to gawk.”
“Where else can you find a show like this?”
“Better leave before he flips the ship in anger.”
“Yes, yes.”
Using me as an excuse, the Medic Tentacle quickly shooed the soldiers away from the entrance.
Reluctantly following the officer’s orders, the monsters scattered like cockroaches.
“Sorry, Earth’s culture has been spreading among the troops…”
“I don’t really mind.”
Apologizing for leaving during the conversation, he came out in a flat, prostrate position.
In military terms, he’s a soldier; here, they call them combatants.
Lowering his posture to the point of being obsequious, I accepted the monsters’ gaze with indifference.
If I were to compare this situation to the military, it feels like a celebrity visiting the command center?
‘That’s not it, right?’
Thinking of an appropriate analogy, I realized I might have made a wrong comparison.
I don’t think I’m in the celebrity position among the monsters.
…A well-behaved North Korean soldier sitting in the command center?
‘This is also something…’
No matter how much I thought, I couldn’t find a suitable analogy, so I just gave up.
Instead of thinking of strange analogies, let’s think about what these guys need to do to pass that suitability thing.
“So? What do I need to do?”
“Ah, actually, it’s not much different from what you usually do.”
“Really? What do I do on this spaceship?”
Normally, internal evaluations would check job performance or inspect facilities.
Is it different from something like a security audit?
Looking puzzled at the Medic Tentacle, it nodded with a wobbly face.
“Yes, during the evaluation period, elite combatants from headquarters or affiliated ships are dispatched here.”
Elite combatants?
Well, if it’s a conquest suitability evaluation, they must be assessing combat abilities.
I understood that, yes.
As if confirming my understanding, the Medic Tentacle paused for a moment.
As if I understood, I filled the silence.
“So?”
“First, I’ll stroke their egos and send all those combatants to your area…”
“Hmm.”
“Please give them an unforgettable, intense torture…”
From negotiating not to torture, now the high-ranking monster officer is asking to torture the combatants with the highest intensity.
Even if they’re monsters, is that really okay?
Isn’t that an ethical issue?
This is like hitting the supervisor who came for the evaluation with a hammer.
Listening to this bizarre idea, I even felt like holding back.
“Uh… are you sure this is okay?”
“First, those combatants will also be registered in that device, so it’s fine. A few spots in the Intensive Care Room… compared to when Sun was going wild, it’s nothing, hahaha.”
When I asked if it was really okay, the Medic Tentacle added various explanations and said it was fine.
Maybe misunderstanding my concern for their workload, it said it was nothing compared to when I was in full torture mode.
That’s not what I meant; I was asking if it’s ethically okay to bury the combatants who came as supervisors…
Does it not matter as long as their own subordinates… no, monsters are safe?
Assuming they’re okay with it, the information is too fragmented.
Leaning back in the chair, I asked about the remaining curious parts.
“Well, I get that… but do they come one at a time?”
“Probably four or five will come together at once. Not exactly sure.”
When I asked if they come one at a time, the officer explained step by step.
Four or five at once, huh? That’s annoying.
“That’s quite a number, it’ll be troublesome to catch them one by one.”
Crossing my arms, I mentioned the potentially inconvenient part.
Crossing my legs and leaning back, I ran simulations in my head on how to deal with them.
Although fire is quite a painful method, I haven’t used it much for torture recently.
Clicking the decorative part of my wand, functions I barely remembered passed by like a MacGyver knife.
Flamethrower mode, saw blade mode, low-temperature cooking mode.
I had these too, I thought as I checked the wand’s functions…
“Uh… by the way, isn’t there one more person in Incheon?”
“Ah, Si… no, are you saying to take Moon too? To that extent?”
Almost calling her Siyeon out of habit.
Startled, I shook my head and corrected myself, asking if both of us needed to go out.
“Well, seeing what you usually do, it’s not to that extent…”
However, the one who brought it up was indifferent.
Moving the tentacle used like a hand to the back of its smooth head, it rubbed it until it made a squeaky sound.
“Since there are quite a few, it would be easier if she ties them up first… I thought.”
“Oh, is that what it was?”
In a situation with multiple opponents, the high-ranking monster officer’s suggestion was quite reasonable.
That’s true. Freezing them would be more convenient than burning them all.
So, it’s a joint operation for once.
By the way, a monster and a magical girl teaming up to take down monsters…
What a strange feeling.
I know what needs to be done.
Give those elite combatants or whatever the maximum pain.
Quest accepted, reward is our peaceful relationship.
Now, the important thing is the exact date.
I’d feel bad torturing random monsters.
“So, I get it. When are those elite combatants coming?”
When I asked when the elite combatants were coming, it started folding its tentacles as if gauging the ceiling of the spaceship.
“Uh… 0.05 setrs, in your units… ah, about 3 days later.”
“3 days later? Okay, anything else?”
“Yes, I’ll guide you to the transmission room.”
Following the officer who got up, I leisurely walked through the spaceship.
Clanking through the metal hallway, passing rooms with incomprehensible languages.
A low voice came from the officer guiding me ahead.
“Like the last time with the large fusion escape incident, thank you every time.”
“Ah right, what happened with that?”
Hearing about the fusion, I suddenly remembered that day.
I vaguely heard fragments of the incident from the monsters on the scene, but I didn’t know the details.
The memory of that day was fading, leaving only the impression that some high-ranking monster officer caused an accident while trying to cut corners.
“There’s a monster development officer named Maker on this spaceship. After causing an accident, he was transferred to another ship and came back, only to do that again…”
“Haha, we all have our share of hardships.”
“Who doesn’t? See you next time.”
While talking about life, we arrived at the transmission device.
With warm farewells, we parted ways uneventfully…
“What! She came! Why didn’t you tell me sooner!”
“Ah, damn…!”
A commotion, a noisy voice coming from the transmission room.
At that voice, the Medic Tentacle left me at the transmission device and ran to the entrance with an annoyed exclamation.
An unidentified monster with a bunch of bizarre mechanical arms.
It was struggling, being restrained by the Medic Tentacle at the entrance of the transmission room.
“Hey, what are you doing! Hurry up and transmit!”
“Yes, yes!”
The Medic Tentacle’s shout to restrain something.
Right after that shout, along with the monster’s flustered reply in the transmission room, my vision was enveloped in bright light, and the construction site from my memory unfolded before my eyes.
Returning to my original location, a small question remained.
Was that Maker, the officer being restrained just now?