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墨書 Inktalez
Another brief three years of study had passed.
Life had become monotonous, but it seemed that fate played another trick on him.
The city’s borders were under a massive attack from insects. Although the warriors at the front fought desperately to defend the City Stronghold, they still suffered heavy losses.
There was another troubling matter that had arisen recently; it appeared that the connection between the two cities had been severed.
This was not a communication breakdown, but rather a disruption in the supply lines that could no longer pass through the Confronting area.
Trucks were ambushed along the way, and no one knew who was behind it. For over a week, similar incidents kept occurring.
The imported beef and various animal embryos on the trucks, along with human cargo, were completely looted, leaving only a few green plants on the Military Truck.
It was clear that they had finally uncovered the true culprit behind these truck attacks.
After thorough disguises by the Hunter Association as transport truck personnel, it became evident that this threat originated from a special race, not the Zerg. The intelligence of the Zerg did not possess the tactical ability to lay in wait like this; clearly, this was a type of creature beyond human understanding.
This being had insect-like physiological traits, could understand language, and walked upright.
Even more terrifying was its ability to withstand bullets from a distance; its scales provided defensive properties against gunfire.
Because of such creatures, they were finally classified as a Newly Evolved Biological System, marking the first discovery of a new race designated as Insectoid.
During that fierce battle, fortunately, those sent by the association returned safely; several managed to escape while one Specimen was captured alive.
However, this incident caused a significant uproar.
Before long, it subsided on its own.
The main reason was that the Human Alliance did not want this matter to be made public; experiments were quietly conducted behind closed doors.
Three years had passed, and everything had changed dramatically.
Freyr could once again live a normal life, socialize, and he had even reached the level of a professor.
However, that peace was finally shattered.
An event disrupted his calm and serene days as a professor.
While many things were bound to happen, this particular incident forced him to step forward.
At the outskirts of Slyland City, numerous soldiers had gone missing.
Although the media reported them as missing, it was well understood behind the scenes that those who had died had become sculptures resembling diamonds.
These were sculptures formed by the intense heat of fire that had refined human bodies.
Despair struck once more, leaving people with no hope for the future.
After all, this was not some so-called supernatural phenomenon; it was the result of various actions perpetrated by the known Insectoid species.
This situation severely challenged humanity's right to exist. Slyland City was a newly established city.
The military presence there was not particularly strong, but several elite troops were stationed in the area.
After all, it was a place capable of providing vast resources and food supplies, necessitating military deployment.
This was also to prevent the Zerg from invading and destroying the freshly planted crops.
Faced with such an unexpected situation, some officers expressed their dissatisfaction. If it were merely confronting the Zerg, it would have been manageable.
The upper echelons kept secrets from those below, even going so far as to place them in extremely dangerous locations to carry out their guard duties.
The military was also helpless; could they really refuse to go just because they knew it was dangerous and that people might die?
In fact, there were fewer and fewer soldiers willing to patrol the borders of Slyland City, as the threat of death was simply too great.
However, even so, there would always be brave warriors willing to face death.
In reality, dying for a cause held no true meaning unless it was for a worthy reason, and there had to be some value gained during that time.
These negative news stories were like paper balls, easily grasped with a hand.
Freyr did not want to manage this information, but ultimately he could not escape his fate.
It wasn't until he read an article that he realized how much the usual news—often filtered by his private secretary—could distort reality.
By the time it reached him, the newspaper's content had transformed into a series of optimistic articles about the promising future of Slyland's new city.
However, this time, seizing the opportunity while his secretary was in the restroom, he took a newspaper and began to read it carefully.
What he discovered made him realize that his past memories were woven into a web of lies; only he seemed to live in a blissful illusion filled with happiness.
This web of lies would eventually shatter.
He stared in disbelief at familiar letters that had been altered in subtle ways, causing him considerable distress.
Without waiting for his private secretary to handle his affairs, he took a taxi alone to the association.
He knew that many people at the association would tell him the truth. He sought out Hilbert, the President of the Hunter Association.
When the President saw him, he was clearly taken aback for a moment.
He hadn't expected to encounter him again after such a long time; the probability of this happening was simply too low.
This time, almost no one could stop him. He had to uncover the truth of the matter.
"What do you want to know?" Hilbert asked.
"I want to know everything. What is the current situation?" Freyr inquired. "I have some gaps in my memory about the past, but I remember you told me that if anything came up, I could come to you. This is indeed your area of expertise, so I just want to clarify what exactly happened back then." The question was evidently tricky, and Hilbert took a quiet breath upon hearing it. He hadn't anticipated having to answer such a question and had already mentally prepared a list of topics he could avoid discussing.
What had happened in the past could be pieced together by asking others, but Hilbert might not be aware of the intricacies behind Freyr's large family. It was precisely because he didn't want to provoke them that he could only mention the benefits that had been previously discussed.
In fact, Freyr's current network of relationships was quite simple and straightforward—just a list that could fit on a piece of paper. Perhaps he himself was unaware that his social life had its flaws; those friends and colleagues could very well be actors hired by his family, playing their roles alongside him.
The people he could talk to were all deceiving him, weaving him into a cage filled with well-meaning lies, yet he remained oblivious to it all.
However, he had now begun to sense that something was amiss and was trying to change it.
At present, only Hilbert seemed to offer some hope for clarity.
"These matters are lengthy; you must be prepared," Hilbert began casually as he pulled two goblets from a drawer and opened a bottle of red wine. "Would you like a glass? You seem much more mature than before. And listening to stories goes better with some wine—how about some snacks?" Hilbert suggested.
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