Part 2: Axot The Acrobon

Ten misses lurked at the corner of the retro cellphone-case before I discerned the indicator ignited gravitation to my consent. It got through the military squad wallpaper home screen and tossed on top it the signature of my housekeepers. He'd foreknowledge of my connection with Brainxus, less and more, but trusted to be secretive about the company's modus operandi.

I compelled him to update my IQ by trivial details about Alien Reality's circumstance as I invariably abandoned into otherworlds a lot. Everyday-messages, they're, but today he confronted me with a direct call. Something might hapless up over there.

During the proceeding call, I had settled in Alchemy Reality at Floris' home with Vishell and Riurian — who unexpectedly visited at a proper desperate clock. The cure we had been researching since the prior overboard expectation had brutally gone south and atrocious. Combining genoxien from alxience, alnafsah from alchemy, sehergic from magic, and more trials with emide art from rune art didn't provide us an optimal solution against Plomunic.

Our mental performance betrayed us again and again without a cue for the skirmish to end. To the dying wit it lasted, we halted the research and agreed to promote the topic into Reylaw's wisdom on the next Brainxus' assembly.

I jumped, shortly after, into Alien Reality to comply with my butler's intel.

In conclusion, the military had sent me a quick summary of an instant present to the service right on the time. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough context to angling out whether it revolved around Plomunic.

"Waltren Eragle, come to duty." I marched into the main base and saluted the man who had left eye covered by the habitual pirate strap. The black cast started to fade under the bathing daylight, a few threads split next to his flambe edged eyebrows. And they crooked.

A top of half-baked Sparta military, Dacrius Bellow, the best history {go to hell} soldier. In other words, suicider. Both legs, that the war guttled, had attached into robotic synthetic ones because he couldn't swear nanocells to reboot even his acrobatic boots.

"Avzo, vell(hell) late!" Dacrius passed something while pointing at the flying object. "Look."

I grabbed the forest-beadwork binocular off his hand, pounced through the view, and extorted my nanocells to violating its visibility distance. The camera was obstructed by the target, too much, I zoomed out a few ticks back at the black hollow hull.

Based on observation it reminded me of the occasion movie files I had salvaged under a flooded shopping mall. Classic.

"Damn care, moron?" Dacrius smirked with the bulky hand played with his lucky dice. "Because avzo late, avze(it) is about to hit the colony."

"Hear the roll, thrice." I dropped my binocular, the spaceship crossed the seven turret-tower with million aliens rained on the helpless soldiers. I stretched my fingers out of sudden toward this spectacle.

"What's wrong?" His eyes glinted to the side, his mustache grew.

"Nav." I shook my neck and shoulders, crackling those tensed-bones. "Avzi feel old. Just old." The fluid movement of my body happened to retard these days.

"Old? Avzin are kicking womb at the same time, right? Avzi, just 14. Nav accuse."

"Sure." "Av avz(yes very indeed), sir."

I might be born at the wrong age.

Time here was killing fast enough that a 12-hour system wasn't enough to calibrate these people's internal clock after constantly dived into the lengthy Ewroz strained-session. Therefore, it switched into a 6-hour standard: 6 hours for AM and 6 hours for PM. But one minute was still the same as the real two minutes in every reality.

Added on top of that, the life expectancy had shortened day after day girded that mess. For review, a dying world.

I was 14 old here, however, in Science Reality I was 21. All were due to Worldline synchronization, like alchemy equivalent exchange.

I might be born in the wrong generation, but at least I met Reylaw and became a World Blueprint architect. I couldn't hate my life able to obtain that never-happen-opportunity. What an odd having such accidental when I lived in Alien Reality and Reylaw in Blueprint Reality.

"If avzo are early to the call, avze don't have to deal with the loss."

What he tried by putting all blame on me?

I saw an artistic lorries enter to first output or the colony's gate. An arm cranked out from the top, killed pursuing-aliens and picked wounded soldiers it was engineered to.

"Soldiers were sent to zi(this) designation point to bring za(that) down but all executed on the way despite the swift move."

The UFO but actually a spaceship — one of the remains from Alien War — hung in the sky. Accessing its speed, I rated its progress about a couple of minutes before it arrived here with its nuclear weapon. Someone did find a way to reanimate the spaceship in the age of verge dying.

And all those wounded soldiers had mission to destroy the spaceship.

"Avzin needs avzo. Avlzi-self need a portent soldier." Dacrius halted. "Quick, Walt."

I raised my binocular.

"Nav za one. Za scout team."

I configured the binocular to direction about 50 axlofven(kilometers). Many constructions washed beside my view an army of aliens glided through, crushing cars and armored-wheelies on the bridge road in strange behavior. That was near my house's area. Nearly. The suicide soldiers were squashed unseen under the enemy's long feet. The remaining soldiers abandoned the outpost from the rapid aliens in terrified.

All those soldiers were sent to check place where we could set launcher's weapon without getting attacking by aliens. Compering to my squad, they numbers were huge but still couldn't break through aliens.

"Get now, Walt?" He said my nickname. "Even avzo in reserve, remember others. Remember colony. Remember dead soldiers before avzin who fight for this generation."

"Avzi, sorry. Zi will never happen again."

"Avlzen(our) Ewroz soldiers weren't as competent as old war men. Suicide or rogue, both as stupid as avlzo pant. Come."

"What's wrong with avlzi pant?" I dejected my head down. Because it was a hurry call that overruled every law, I still wore the special white medical clothes like a meditating peacemaker.

It was understandable why he used the red call comparing how fast the aliens got into our tenth defense to the sixth fence just over daylight. Four more to the colony extinction but I suspected the spaceship's cannon had already got by it aiming at the colony within range.

This happen after I had ignored the call a few minutes?

"Avzi request a new axot," I said in loud breath to Dacrius as he walked in the direction behind.

"Hm?" He blazed his uncovered-eye into me. "What happened to the avlzo axot? Avzi don't remember giving an order to buck avlzo-self."

"Some alien mistook avlzi house. My axot is still repairing."

"Hah... Avzi told avzo to nav live in such biome. Avzen(we) have many spaces in zi."

"Avzi love nature."

"Love doesn't work well with avzo."

"Did avzi?"

"Anyway, the high up wants avzo to test something. Kill two alien birds with one cell." He rolled again the dice between his fingers like a swimming-coin.

"A new weapon?"

"Avz." Dacrius looked at the corner of his eyes and walked into the elevator while still thinking. "Something weird about zaz(those) alienz. They became cunning lately, storming strategically straight into well-guarded defense without fail."

Axot was a self evolve suit that required a partner and nanocells. In my case, Vilvua, a true story behind alien, an animal that alxientist engineered their cells to become completely new anatomy: a mutation between a life form and a machine.

When nanocell had banished from axot and the registered owner died, it wasn't hard to figure what happen to the . They became barbarian and started attacking people around by controlling strong evolved weapons until their short lifespan was over. They were an easy target as long as without axot.

Even they could evolve based on predictive patterns that occurred around them, they had no ability to suddenly develop a brain cell. Our brain was so complicated that it was impossible to recreate even with military nanocells. And even we could, it couldn't process massive information and then create something new from it.

There was no intelligent genome for an ape.

Therefore, when Dacrius mentioned how aliens become so clever as if they had recognition to go into school, it indicated that someone was controlling them. That was how axot built to evolve and engineered-animals were used.

"How bold?"

"Record from Delta scout team just now." Dacrius grabbed out a glass tablet while the rusty elevator descending and producing a suspicious creek to its structure. He pressed on the particular icon before tossed to me.

I tapped the map twice. They leaped out into hologram or nanocells flew into the air and arranged those like a computer monitor GUI.

A group of enemy triangles moved to my chest. The ally blue triangles popped around the enemies and tossed a bomb at the same time. Five crosses drew where the bomb exploded and a circle for radius. This strategy was the simplest way to clean up these unowned aliens.

But the enemies dismissed from the line and built space at the middle where the bombs were targeted. Alien functioned alone. They didn't understand the symbolization of patronage or temporary cooperation.

Basically, if I didn't order Vilvua to save those two girls, it would never do anything.

Did they predicted the attack and had a serendipitous at the same time?

Clashes occurred hardly in count between two sides before the scouts had to bail from the battlefield. This clearly was a setback and something honored-stupid would spamming my mailbox in the future and gave me meaningless badges.

I didn't care about those. I just wanted to retire but everyone believed I was still young and invincible. Somehow there was a tiny regret for set synchronization into the other six realities. Well, Reylaw had gave me advice to finish my responsibility even when the world about to end.

The lift's doors spread out, one long white coat stood alone in the distressing laboratory. Most of these were recycle scraps so it didn't extravagant like other worlds.

"Oh, haha... avvo(hello)." Both his eyes wetted bland under his long hairs of white and black vertical-strips. The plain smile moved shakily against the body almost like a domino wooden stick-version. When since last time he had food other than sickening nutrient suspicious-healthy paste?

"How the axot going?" Dacrius booted out from the elevator.

"Avze... done..." The alxientist put the transparent panels that we had those as paper writing. "Zi way..."

Along the plant-lamps pillars sustaining the underground from caved in, five small antechambers with dim orange liquid were filled with growing engineered animals. Second Alien War had ended and someone still cultivated or researched a way to increase {alien} size.

The Vilvua's size was about an average of the boundary. Anything more would strain their little brains and would be decaying like any other nanocell. It was probably because nanocell had been created from a engineered plant cell and very unlikely suitable to fleshes and bones. The research dominated to shift goal into human experiment but they carefully tested first on animal to make sure the history didn't repeat itself.

Where at the present now, we could jam nanocells into our bodies without worry.

There was a example; the nasty history of that one nation had became a massive meatball up until now. Manuix. Though, they had been surviving into one small group colony from that wipe-out after tried to reprogram a human cell and unlocked a secret genome later. The secret was zipped in their lips. Most Ewroz hackers came from these people and also the biggest cheaters in the Gamz at all the time. Also had the highest number of haters and fans. Too bad, in Gamz, the avatar could be changed on a new account, only to the fans the update had been told.

The door cranked up with a biometric scan on nanocells right on the wrist, one old box in brown crept in the low illumination garage. That sounded horror.

"Why zi thing?" Dacrius' confusion escaped into his one eyebrow. "Where is the axot?"

A power suit, oxzien. It was the model before axot and it used nanocells only. The old model had an affordable form but with ridiculous thick armor, similar to the suit in Steam Reality. Tedious and heavy to aim; while the axot the latest one, had typical original alien shapes that I saw commonly in movies and fan arts, weightless and had more interesting functions to even care.

"Hahaha... nav... haha... nav...," the alxientist said in a fake laughing but he believed he was well. He hunted for something inside under the table. "Next axot history. Zi is."

"A new axot model?" I said, peeking at what he was doing. "Or remastered oxzien?"

"Av but more like remastered axot. Avlzi(my) alxientist team thought the next one should fit the wearer like original oxzien — ah." The alxientist brought a white keycard from the table and walked toward the chamber that looked like a torture machine.

"How avze holds the weaponz and the system?" Dacrius pursued in kind of over-reactive cautious. A {small form} could translate as less reliable.

"Cvin... Because all weapons are stored in the axot's storage."

"Everything?"

"Included launcher set of prizes." The alxientist pushed the keycard to the middle and twisted it, unlocked the puzzle object. "Could handle all kinds of roles in a military position. Name avze."

"Sound like rogue. Then, why avze is still dome-size?"

"Nav... ahaha..." The alxientist gave another lazy giggle. "Zi is the factory egg."

The iron maiden shells droned open like a bank's safe that had the temperature set below zero, followed by a compact breeze bursting out and hit my warm skin, gradually a real suit unfolded out in an illusionist stage. I tensed my muscles to swallow two things that chanced at the same time.

"Still recent, avze might have a few of bugs."

"Unforeseen?" I didn't like that sound.

"Don't worry. Nothing much. Just a very unusual nanocell consumption rate. Adjust to 80% and avzo are good to go."

My nanocells were a bit special because I created them and I volunteered to test all sorts of weaponry to improve my nanocell improvement. It would be the best option to see whether my nanocells could stand this new axot.

"Zi looks small than avzi expected." Dacrius glanced at me. "Anyway. Gear in, arm avlzo squad, and set launcher in last destination point. Avzon know the plan."

"Av, sir!" I sealed my legs and pressed my hand up.

The axot had invisible skin but most of its body was covered in green-blood vessels, causing the features easy to guess from close. There was a gauzy dust exposed out from the vessel lines, forced the suit to stay transparent.

Around the face, there was a pitched black oval shape with vibrating green around the outline. It blinked.

"Is this thing alive?"

"Av and nav. Don't worry. Avze is just like a regular axot."

"Are avzo sure..." I tried to change Dacrius's mind but his stomps already vacated this room.

"Sure what...?" The alxienist asked the question without exalting his sight from the monitor. Oddly, I never saw him before based on the hair and the greyed-eyes. I would with that standout the Manuix unique facial. He might be a new staff.

"What follows with the absent left eye?" I changed the topic with a random question to the axot.

"Nav. Avze had all elements from the previous axot. The only right eye za is to improve the scanning function. The last trial has predicted 23 seconds ahead with zero erzon at 250.12 fven radius. But avzi readjusted some parameters, avze should ratio 25 seconds to 250 fven."

The original axot had reached 9 seconds prediction with military nanocells at 50 fven radius. That was way too much betterment.

"Ah but... because is still in beta edition, avze consumes a lot of nanocells and super fast too. Just try to use nanocells as late as possible."

I picked from my pocket and picked the capsule that looked like an egg. I twisted above and below, four rods lengthened mechanically. Vilvua unrolled itself and climbed out into my arm. I repositioned Vilvua off my shoulder onto the center of the suit.

"Registering is done." The alxientist played with the interface HUD for a final check. "But technically, it's still military property. So... Avzi know..."

"Sure."

"Official yours, axot the Acrobon."

* * *

Waddling on the thread highway above lower city, my squad was locomoting from fifth outpost to the sixth outpost on foot. It was a risky move since the road partially had been decomposed as it built before First Alien War. There was a secure route where we could bring a truck but that would be late by then.

Collapsed-skyscrapers scattered all around about hundred of axlofven below of the protracted driveway bridge. Trees and nature lives had creeping from the concrete ground and infiltrating some constructions mostly during the lost age. It was hard or rare to see the actual grounding of the earth anymore. Maybe, not too hard if I spent time travelling circling the Earth in 90 days. No sound of human presence other than us and some natural selection animals fight for fittest.

"Chix," I called her name while detoured from the road's part that seemed like eaten by a giant pacman. "How alvzo dream house?"

"Nav less than disaster." Chixar, a launcher of my squad, stared at the lower city after flicked her smoke's butt with her middle finger. Her role was using an overpowered weapon like machine-gun, laser blaster, rocket launcher... That was why her arms and shoulders fulled of scary iron-muscles. Even though, she was a . "Avzi wonder how people in the past survived? Were avzen all like Mike?"

With no human footling around and only insects and wild-animals playing freely, it was simply relaxing. No rules or laws, nobody decided whatever they longed for like danced defenseless on the times square or watched heavy lust-videos in the cinema one whole by yourself. Everyone fed up dealing with a real-world that easily introducing conlict that spanning the next Alien War. Third Alien War would arise if Ewroz didn't establish soon enough.

"[Avzon ill talking about avze back there? Avvo? Avzi is zi.]"

"Ahaha!" Chixar friendly swung her hand. "Avzen nav. Avzin talk about the lost age, when the First Alien War started."

"[Darkest days to live.]"

"Agree."

Mikero, a tanker of my squad, stood several tall about 220 fven in front of us. Only he had prepared ready with that huge axot for unknown reason. His role was to protect a whole squad like a launcher but in a melee power-pack.

I overclocked nanocells in my leg before kicked the sleeping-rusty car to see if there any hiding alien inside. It noised a bit but no alien came out.

"[By the way, are avzin safe out in open? Za is Plomunic mentioning in Dexen.]"

I already confirmed with Dacrius, there was Plomunic but it didn't interact with our mission. The name of disease seemed same. What this could be? I certainly didn't brought the disease along with my existence. That was a stupid turn to execute. I was curious if it got into Science Reality, Blueprint Reality, and Magic Reality.

"Avzin had trained punishingly to have steady resistance against the hyoscyamine." Chixar looked at the sky. "Seems less appearance than before. Avzi recall when a time avlzi mask knocked every little buzzing needing to kiss mi'man." It was her non-soldier husband and joked from {mi'lady}. Surprisingly, she was a married woman. Some man did find her charming.

"[Military nanocell is not cheap. Stop wasting avlzin tax-juice.]

"[Fvzevx(shut up), Rleo!]" Mikero talked to suicider — suicide soldier — beside him. "[Avzi wear this because avlzo ass always showering nanocell bombs in front avlzi face like a cheat of infinity ammo. Eat back the advice to avzo.]"

"[Haaaah? Bomb is a real man in war. Don't hiding inside the armor, avzo coward! Out! Out and let's dexen into a explosion art of nightmare together. Accept za attraction law.]"

"[Za nav a destruction of exath(death)! It's exole!]"

"[Who decided avze is axole?]"

A suicider position had one task which was to kill himself. That was all only there. And we all used to be suicider. Only Rleo wanted to stay in that disreputable stand. Despite odd place for soldier to strive for, suicider happened to be the most reliable soldier than any other position mentioned above. So the reason of first establish was to sentence death for criminals which soon become official part for military.

This started when the high taught it was wasted of resources for a live bait, suicider had no specific drilling regime or axot. However, over the time, suicider became self-taught due fear of exole(joke or stupid death), therefore, suicider started manufacturing their own weapon signatures and growing stronger, and stronger than a rogue soldier that high up had no choice to accept the position as official.

I held rogue position in this squad. Also as leader.

"Ahaha!" Chixar yelled even thought talking to the wireless earpiece was enough. "Avzen start again. Stop avzen, Noel. Stop avzen before Rleo denoted a bomb here and killed all of avzin."

"[Avvo. Don't make avzi bad guy zi!]"

"[Rleo. Please do not explode the bridge or from now on avzo have to eat from below.]" Noelon gave a happy lucky tone in the safe line 20 fven behind us.

"[Ergh... Sorry... Avzi is bonding with avlzin good Mike.]

As a medic, her nanocells had a chance to infuse into the wounded person that committed her a full control of the patient's body. Which the threat sounded real.

Of course, it was impossible since the research I did about nanocell capability didn't allow for my still-working genome. The was a thing that nanocell couldn't do. Except unstable one. And I had been looking a rule to get into that without forcing into unstable state. I did try with Alchemy but... it was forbidden to do human transmutation as it would cause a birth of red homunculus.

"[Beside, Walt bought a lot of military nanocells for avzin today. Right, Walt?]"

If only I learnt about alxience before I set synchronization on each reality. Thanks to that, I had to pay World Value one by one.

"Walt?" Chixar touched my shoulder.

I reached for my knife due to habit.

Chixar dropped the suitcase and freed her hands. "Avzi, okay?"

"Ezz..." I put back the knife, its blade defused the green slime-texture.

"[Eeh... Why avzin have so many nanocells?]"

"[Avzi thought avze is for Acrobon.]"

"[Acrobon, Jack?]" Mikero stopped. "[What is za?]"

"[Sir Walt new axot.]" Jackle, our new member, ambled with Noelon while scanning the area. His main role as a scout was to do a wide scale of predictive genome and sent the data to us so we didn't have to do it by ourself which was tedious. However, this made Jackle a weak soldier to defeat alien effectively. So, he had a second job to protect our medic.

Mikero turned back. "[Let avzi see!]"

"[Watch out! Don't lose focus!]" Rleon knocked the unmovable armor. "[Avzin are in the high alien-infested zone.]"

"Avze is right." I told to Mikero as I stared at my one black glass. I armed the Acrobon only on my right eye to watch the Jackle's data. "Get on the feet."

"Sorry." Mikero returned facing to front moving at a snake pace.

"Don't forget about clever alien. Back to gamz." While conscious about hidden aliens, Chixar motivated us about our mission to destroy the spaceship. We couldn't let it floated over here and fired a beam directly into the colony. Hundred people in the Ewroz were there, unknowing about the surface's circumstance.

"[Spaceship. East.]" Mikero looked over a shadow that ascended and descended over ten buildings at once. Many aliens fought against soldiers inside the shadow tried to pass through the long outpost defense. Turret towers screamed homing bullets without hesitating.

No one greeted us. Everyone was too busy exhausting all aliens. And it wasn't our job to help them. We ran passing the gate and rushed toward the old radio building. The tower antenna snapped once the spaceship crossed the sky in slow speed.

"[Can the launcher tear down za thing?]" Noelon said.

"No pain, no gain." Chixar shook her suitcase.

"Let's trust Dack on this." I said as I sensed something through my instinct. "Just focus on that — Jack!" I plucked out my quick handgun, constructed a laser bullet in real time, and fired behind to a surprise alien attack coming from turret tower and landing toward Noelon.

The long head crushed to behind and flung in the air toward the gate. Its tail raised then dropped like withering trees. It became dry.

"[Avzi is still alive. Oh...]" Noelon breathed out of place and faced away hurry from the dying alien while pressing the medic box on her chest. Her reaction was sluggish because of the heavy backpack, filled with military nanocells and my own nanocells. "[What are avzo doing? Avzo suppose to protect avzi.]"

"[Av-Av-Avzi... don't-t... see the alien is ambushing.]"

"[Walt, can avzo protect avzi instead? Avzi don't trust the idiot Jack.]"

"[What? Jack do something back there?]" Rleon tried to look but Mikero grabbed his head and rotated to front.

I shifted my head back and front to see if another aliens came here.

"[Avzi am sorry!]" Jackle grabbed his gun with both hands and clenched his eyes like how kid acted when guilty. "[Avzi will do better next time. Give avzi another chance.]"

"Too late." I rolled my finger in circle. "Regroup. Triangle. Proximity, 5 fven."

"[But...]"

"Jack." Chixar voiced her opinion. "This's war, not an opera house. I will give you my bear-shoulder later. Ahaha!"

"Nav." Jackle shrieked blue to back. "Nav thanks."

"Dack's right." I said while put back my handgun. "Someone is controlling avzen to attack medic first. Full alert."

"Aaaaah! Avzi is going to die. Avzi is going to vell."

"Stay near me." I ordered Noelon.

"Oh ho ho." Noelon wrapped her body into my arm. "Avzi love avzo. Lot and a lot."

"Too close, woman. Get off avzi."

"So shy."

"Is avze Manuix the cheater?" Rleon stepped back as the soldiers from battlefield began retreat more and more. Like always, only suicide squads stayed in the battlefield even they wished to run. If they retreated, the military would hunt them. "All unfair axot seems from avlzen cheats."

"Don't talk about Ewroz zi." Mikero shouted as he rambled whole aliens in one hand and threw aliens into lower level city off the edge. "Someone else could try push blame on avzen."

"Yeah." Rleon halted his footsteps and shoved his small body on Mikero's axot. "Za is how cheaters acted."

"Why avzo are so actuated about za? Avzi knew avzen give avzi hard time in the online game, but nav all of Manuix are same."

"What's wrong with avzo? Why avzo on the cheater side?"

"Full," I repeated but slowly, "alert," while embraced my will against Noelon who rubbed her cheek into my arm.

Jackle ran closer behind me.

Mikero and Rleon on other hand reducing their pace until about 5 fven in front us but they built some vast distance between them. Chixar fasted the suitcase and charged it with her nanocells for small output. The reserve was saved for the spaceship. The suitcase switched into a machine-gun mode.

I sighed.

Both of them were a hardcore gamer. The only different was Mikero had some online friends from Manuix players in MMORPG while Rleon always got tricked by them in FPS.

In addition to their dispute, Dacrius forced me to supervise Jackle who was the only person in my squad new to the military and had zero experience. He wasn't our old comrade. But as someone who had a low number of nanocells and was unable to work inside Ewroz, he had three choices: mechanic, scavenger, or soldier.

"Jack, isn't it?" I sped my footsteps and bumped my left arm against old radio building's side entrance, raising my sniper rifle up there toward the balustrade's underneath. Two pillars had crushed from alien fight.

Chixar looked at me as whether I should having conversation with our member now. Full alert meant full attention. No talk. No stupid hero charge alone to the enemy. No smoke. No peek.

"Hm. Hm. Avzi am Noelon. Avzo guardian of nanocell. Hm. Hm."

Chixar threw a weary look over Noelon while I chopped Noelon's head to shut up her mouth. She crouched there, holding her headache in tear.

"Av... sir..."

"Why avzo join military?" I closed my eyes as a sign to continue talking with him. Chixar gave unsatisfied smile as she went inside to check the threats by herself. I gave gesture to Mikero to shield Chixar while at same time separated him from Rleon. He examined our back. I protected Noelon so Jackle could focus on scanning and preserving prediction up to 100%.

"Avzi..."

I heard several shot inside and Mikero's punches toward aliens.

"Clear," Chixar said, pointing her machinegun around.

We soon stomped in with acrobatic boots, boosting a bit our speed performance without a high consumption nanocell axot.

Until we reached the third floor, I realized Jackle didn't answer yet my question. I turned back.

Jackle looked down to his handgun, squeezed into it, and made a cloth friction sound to his glove. He closed his quivering-eyes, debating something grueling in his confined mind.

"Jack." Noelon wanted to step up into the stair-holder after I sent her crap into the back line but halted by Jackle's sudden froze in mid way.

I who already arrived on the eight floor watched into the stairs down there, signed Chixar and Mikero on next stairs to stop. Chixar raised her arms in lousy toward my resolve to fix Jackle's wavering heart.

"Avzi have... cancer. Av-Av-Avzi tried to enter suicide team before but Captain Dacrius did nav allow za. But at least, avzi want to kill every alien and make the world a safe place once more. Earn, a peaceful world."

Four of them chuckled at that declaration. In short, Dacrius sent him to position that wasn't a suicider in order to protect him from an exole.

Unlike Dack, Chixar, Mikero, Rleon, Noelon, and me, all of us didn't enter into military and join suicide team by volunteering or such heroic deed. All for selfish and stupid reason. But the most funny thing about Jackle's settlement was {make the world a safe place}. Did he thought the world wasn't safe now?

There might be aliens and threats once in a while but those things were little and could be done with several nanocell-weapons. Military was established not for such a holy reason but only to protect and sustain colony so people who drowning in Ewroz could stay sinking to the bottom of the fake reality and had exole. Indeed. All people who died from old age while diving into Ewroz, labelled unofficially as a joke death by soldiers' coffee conversation. Same with the divers called us a fool to die for them.

However, as someone who had unexplainable disease since I was born, I admired his courage. When I found about mine, my first thought was to wait until I rotted, gave up my continuation existence. What was the point of keeping living meaningless?

If Reylaw didn't come visit me occasionally and told a story about other worlds, stirred interest into me, drove me insane to add a list into {place I want to see before exole}, and became Imperfect Blueprint owner, I would never ever stepped out of the hospital's sanctuary room even people shove me million celux into my face.

The reason I adopted to be World Blueprint's owner because I wanted to visit each world that Reylaw's mention as if rare collection of wonders.

He tricked me, did he? How I could do the same to Jackle?

"Nav matter how energetic or fast avzo starter, avze will eventually cease for further exist. Soon."

"Sir?" Jackle didn't understand my brilliant advice. It was like first thing I discovered after underwent into World Blueprint's owner world.

"It means —"

"[Walt! Where the vell is avlzo launcher? Stop fooling around lovely nature and get avlzo ass to the designation point immediately. Now! Avzi meant right now! Go go go! The spaceship is about to bake the whole colony.]"

"On way!" I nodded at Chixar who on next stairs to hurry up. "How bad the situation outside?"

"[Nav good. Avzin could nav hold anymore. More soldiers have retreated from battlefield and the big fucking thing is about to ERECT during avlzo useless tour!]"

From Dack's troubling briefing, the situation might be more oppressing than we had calculated. We proceeded to the next floor without stopping. I decided to rehabilitate Jackle later.

Reached the highest floor, I posted Chixar nigh to the excessive-height window frame. She tacked out the blaster from the suitcase and operated the target to the spaceship with one cannon spread out underneath.

Whoever controlled these aliens, they realized about our plan and started sending more and more aliens toward this old building. At this moment, there was no slight of distrust to conclusion someone did order these wild aliens. I wondered how. My axot didn't show any inside. The mastermind's brain had to be stressed currently if he used nanocells to control all insane number of aliens in real time.

"Avzin are good." I said, staring down into my sniper rifle's scope down over stairs while reading Jackle's prediction data. He did good job since the authentic didn't yet fall even 0.1%.

"[Initiate the protocol.]" Dack screamed into my ear. "[Now!]"

The spaceship's cannon generated a green energy orb, causing the roof to shook from pressure and rained some dust-pebbles on my shoulder. Could ten pillars and half-stubborn walls held it?

"Fire," I said after the blaster finished its charging status.

Chixar heard my call and hoisted the blaster like a rocket launcher on her shoulder. Her nanocells hardened her rear-legs and arms so she wouldn't fall from a repelling force. A green railgun-beam then flashed on our eyes and scaring the wobbly-floor. The blast beam devoured the window's frame and created a large hole to the wall, hastened, it spat snowflakes of nanocells and drilled head-on into the spaceship at unspeakable supersonic-sound. I believed it dissolved the hydrogen too since it created freezing crack all around Chixar.

I used nanocells to reduce a trickled noise that hammering right on my fragile-eardrums.

Gradually, the spaceship was descending to side, released its unfattened beam and hit the colony without enough power to passing through the energy field barrier. Still, it carried off to break a hole.

However aliens down floor shifted their attack patterns and lurched toward Chixar without looking at Mikero and Rleon. I was behind them, switched each sniper's bullet into rapid projectiles; a bullet shot bursted into many particles and fired at ten aliens. One succeed dodge the last projectile, I pulled a combat knife and tossed it toward the alien.

"Everyone," I said while restarting the bullet creation, "all out!"

They produced out their specific axot, except me. The alxientist had warned me about the nanocell consumption rate in Acrobon.

"Avzen are coming." Noelon held her medic toolbox in case a fallen member nearby. "Avzi am zi, ready always."

Mikero with his massive axot and Rleon with an explosion sword moved further front at the stairs, forget about the dispute, while Jackle and Noelon covering Chixar. I was in the center.

"20%" Mikero told us about his nanocell volume.

"Exome on." Noelon opened her medic case, a large injector which called exome was constructed with military nanocells and targeted behind Mikero. It flew through the air and absorbed into Mikero's axot like a sponge.

"Dack." My two fingers touched my ear. "Avzin have been outraged."

"[Nav yet! Keep going. At least until the barrier field returned.]"

"Za is nav time."

"[Hold like nav day tomorrow!]"

What I should do?

The spaceship spread out nanocells net-group and repaired the flying system, it flew up and charged the cannon. The colony's transparent field accelerated up in the nanocell shield once more as fast as they could before the cannon was fired again.

We had been cornered here. Aliens spawned faster than Jackle's upgraded predictive genome. Mikero and Rleon were forced to back every step. The floor cracked from resistance of Chixar's powerful launcher weapon and about to crumble any second. I also had to abandon over the handrail to lower floor and paid attention to aliens on this floor.

"Chix."

"Ten!" The percentage of remaining-energy in the beaming-blaster. "Aaaaaaaaah!" Many green lines popped out from her nerves, she had been put into the stressing position by overclocking her nanocells more than a normal human brain could handle, continuously squeezed her blaster with all she had.

"Aim at the cannon." I added for Chixar. "Destroy za first."

"Avvvvvv!"

"Jack. How about the data?"

"19%!" Of his axot's accuracy of the anticipation to unpredictable things.

"Ziz are too many!" Rleon threw a quick cracker bomb and slashed with his explosion sword, he shifted to back while ignored the data that had 89% error. "Jack. What's wrong? Give avzin a useful data." His voice vibrated in the axot.

"Avzi am trying but za is too much erzon."

Other than a leader, in the squad I had a role as a rogue and my task was completely opposite against Jackle's axot. Unpredictable objects would be predicted by the scout but a rogue destroyed them from annoying us.

"Jack, forget about the data and go to the front with Noelon."

"Eeeh!" Noelon slapped her ears. "Nav. Nav. Avzi will die."

She was right. Medic had zero attack other than her weak handgun. Even though Jackle was similar but...

"Use corrosive bullet over paralyzed aliens."

"Av." Jackle took over my place and shot with his supporting gun for giving hard time to any alien that slipped over Mikero and Rleon.

Jackle paralyzed aliens with her poisoned nanocell. Effective but very slow. But this function was given to give a chance for scout to flee. Noelon on other used her medical genome to melt them. Despite her selfishness, she did anywhere, stabbing her nanocells into the aliens.

Into the scope that specifically built for searching unusual things, I pointed around looking for alien, animal, or anything suspicious. I found snimal by first bounce.

Three animals that fused into one after exposed to unstable nanocells had three brains with body that looked too inhuman for us. The snail-shell pasted on the wall over the collapsed bookshelf. From it exited a worm with another unspeakable gore shapes.

I synthesized a hot bullet and fired toward the snimal. It burned bright and melted into glue-state before withered like a wooden flower.

"W-Walt..." Chixar said, "The spaceship... avze... fall back..."

"Did avzo manage?" I killed two more snimals came behind the bookshelf. But in wholly different appearance of gore creatures. That would happen to us if we didn't engineer nanocells to decay after certain amount of time or usage.

However, even without engineering, the nanocell would die like other cell and this worked same for the snimal too. It was just that their existences bugged the predictive genome to think straight, they had to be killed in the first sight.

"Nav. Avzi did nav accomplish," Chixar put down her launcher, then steam wrapped out from her skin. She had been overclocking the nanocells to handle the most powerful weapon that enough to knock any hard-boiled soldier. A launcher soldier was trained to stand it. Her body slowly descended as she breathed heavily, the steam didn't yet stop.

Noelon ran beside to diagnosis Chixar body and began injecting her exome for extreme caution if Chixar's nanocells had becoming unstable.

"[Why avze retreated? Did avzo destroy the target?]"

"Dack..." Stumbled on the voice, I caressed the earpiece while looking at the undamaged-spaceship leaving. "Negative. Avze was a stonewalling battle."

"[Avzon will back if the spaceship is undisturbed.]"

"Never happen. Avzen have a specific genome to repair the spaceship. Unless the cisr(egg) could be found somewhere..."

"[How about alienz?]"

I rotated back toward suspending-aliens. They didn't migrate but only faced up as if someone communicated with them. My instinct was spinning around the compressing floor.

"[Avvo! Don't cut in the mid —]"

"Jack." I switched off the earpiece. "How the surrounding?"

"Avze... dropping..." Jackle hurried back.

"How much?!" I studied the nearest alien, trying to investigate why its tail didn't finish Rleon who blocked with his sword. "Still under?"

"All..," Jackle trembled, "the way to zero."

"What...?"

The retreating-spaceship honked echoes that swept the whole city into several piercing-bleeps. It sounded like a morse code but without any actual word or meaning. It didn't affect me, somehow, but my squad got severely beaten.

I raised my hands toward the windy blow soared into my face.

"Haaaaaaaaaah!" Mikero exited from the malfunction heavy axot that drew toward his chest. He covered his head to reduce unintelligible and uncomfortable noisy-beeps.

Everyone weakly frowned into the floor, including Chixar the launcher who brawled to withstand the most stressful climate.

"Noel!" I ran to get the medic as her axot also was forced to turnabout down. Her partner alien of flower ball-like was plucked off from her chest, buzzing in misery.

She couldn't hear me, unconscious from echoes.

Vilvua received a similar torment but I used my nanocells soon after to shut its surrounding.

"Dack! What's going on?"

The earpiece left me with an unsettled shriek. I took it off, five tiny tendrils endeavored to escape from it before decaying. The same situation occurred each of their nanocells; Jackle dropped on the green puddle of his own nanocells like everyone else.

Why my nanocells impassive? Did World Void is everything? But in the first place, I injected World Void into the nanocells so that I could transfer them between two realities.

Regrettably, military soldiers down there all suffered from the wave including nanocell that covered the colony and also the enemy-aliens. I was out of place here.

The spaceship soon vanished from my sight and the echoes stopped intentionally.

The aliens and the same enemy corpses onward on the ground below exploded one by one. This included aliens on this floor. The whole floor swayed then crumbled.

I didn't really want to use Acrobon since my nanocells halting the disease residing in me. If my nanocells withdrew flat, I might die and World Blueprint would be granted to Siqura. She didn't know yet how dangerous handling a power to manipulate existence.

The floor slanted to the side, old desks, computers, pencil cases, and some cement-scraps slid toward the shattered wall and I was propelled off along with them to outside about ten floors height.

As we descended at tremendous speed, glasses after glasses broke on every floor, rip the building's leg on this side. It leaned like a domino heading toward this way.

Once was a quiet world had created peace-destroyer everywhere.

"Vilvua!" I stretched my arms.

Plant cable-tendrils spread out like a spiderweb from my chest where Vilvua rooted wires into my heart. Upon one area formed, the wrapped skin turned into almost invisible and impossible incisive appearance except for the tendril parts. With this suit, I was concealed no matter where I was because the forest had taken over all world even seas and mountains.

Not useful now.

Visor sight merged in my eyes, giving numerous information about this axot and surrounding

The first thing I did was activating Acrobon's predictive genome and created prognostic data to see who should I saved first, comparing the speed of we're falling.

While the process was taking, I looked at the recent automatic scan toward the spaceship. It didn't state anything descriptive other than that unknown weapon. But during the disturbance, all nanocells were stimulated to speed up the decaying state. As result, it annihilated all nanocells.

And these aliens had a trigger if nanocells became zero, they exploded. This what happened to them.

But, this didn't explain why I remained fine.

Everything on the place, I readied to save everyone with 100% success.

The Acrobon's boots blew my body downward, allowed for a better maneuver.

I pointed with my forefinger to the ground below, nanocells molded out in liquid form, splattered. Within that speed, a bullet was constructed in the mid-air and blinked upon hit the rusty car. A green foam bloomed excessively like an endless bubble-soap until it covered most domains before hardened into a springy mountain.

The office appliances and antic radios bounced from that cushion and sprung out of the way. We safely landed without exposing to the chance of getting squashed by the colossal concrete wall.

Separated from Acrobon, I ordered the Vilvua to hurry lift Mikero, Rleon, and Chixar before the next obstacle crushed upon us. I grabbed Noelon into my back then bolted toward Jackle.

From the darkness came out an unexpected skeleton that pouncing toward him.

"Why now?!"

The building was about to fall on this side and if I wanted to save everyone, I had to run away now.

It could be any but Riurian and Yulsia had proven how these couldn't be killed.

However, I aspired to deny it and provoked my handgun hopefully it gave me a bit of time. The handgun raged continuously all sets of bullets: toxic, laser, hot, cryo, grenade, stun, corrosive, wire, penetration, distraction fly, parasite seed, supersonic, blind light, atomic nuke, and more list of my special World Void bullets. The void bullets happened to break its bones but it regenerated at the same speed it was damaged without losing its unit speed.

It didn't even stop for a second to glance at me at least. All not-void bullets were absorbed by purple flame burning around its naked skull without lessening.

Despite the situation of dying soldiers massed on the battlefield, I had no choice for Jackle. It might be selfish but Reylaw already told me, this power was only for an educational purpose and personal use. Not to save the world or anything demonstration. It remained until Reylaw obtained a method to end all Imperfect Blueprints for good and the created by his late father.

I used World Blueprint for a personal relationship with Jackle as a leader and a person who bore a similar fate as mine. One cancer didn't stop him. He was worth a second chance, unlike a boy who gave up at that time.

My World Vision screened, a magenta line flew from my blueprint territory in the colorless world, I attempted to erase the undead's existence. But that thought was eliminated when I noticed the undead World Value was replaced by {9} in all seven digits. The last digit dropped one per second like always but it rose back to nine.

That was absurd. How could its World Value add for no reason? My World Value was a lot but the first five digits had {x} for unknown. Who knows what happened if I used those to delete an existence that kept regenerating its blueprint value. I might forever be trapped in that abyss.

So without thinking any further, instead of delete, I removed the undead into alternated Alien World. I knew I shouldn't but it was the exclusive reality I had set as extra if I needed to store some existences in a harmless place without truly erasing their existences. In that reality, the Earth was much worst than here and it seemed the human population was zero, so no one mad at me if I put a dangerous living skeleton there.

World Scrolls were compressed out from its body and vanished into the sky.

As the undead was carried, the Worldline began its fixing process and World Blueprint suggested adding another alien to avert further breakdown. Broken Worldline didn't transpire but that patch had produced World Scrolls out of nowhere. A replacement existence was created, glided toward Jackle. An alien or an axot that I never saw before.

I grabbed Jackle before the attack while Materialized blueprint territory around me and set a rule that causing all construction concretes was slid to the side of an invisible sphere. I proceeded to heave two Noelon and Jackle out from the unsafe area.

Vilvua succeeded in bringing them as far as the outpost. I was a few minutes behind but escaped from the collision in time. The Broken Worldline didn't follow. My past experience had told me something regretful would pass each time I deleted or manipulated existence.

I looked at the strange alien who squashed under the building. It didn't move afterward. My World Vision told me that alien came from a Worldline or reality I never met before. Not that extra disposable reality.

As the axot cracked open, I saw something out from the arm part. It was a red-skin finger.