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After packing her briefcase, the Director took one last look at the office to ensure nothing was left behind before turning off the grid lights on the ceiling.
"Hey! Director Long!" A few employees, heading home together, greeted the Director with polite smiles as she exited. The Director waved back warmly, and the door behind her locked with a confirmation of her fingerprint.
As evening fell, the dimly lit office was left with only a faint glow from the streetlights outside, casting a bluish-gray hue over the sofa by the window and the safe. Deeper into the office lay a shallow darkness. The sounds of conversation between the Director and her employees faded into the background, while strange noises began to rustle in the shadows. Then, under the witness of potted plants on the balcony, a thick black liquid rose from the dark floor, melting away like ice until only a humanoid figure remained.
Cold-toned eyes first appeared on the face of the black figure, and more black substance peeled away like paint, settling back into the floor's darkness. The Stalker’s entire form was finally revealed, her gaze fixated intently on the safe beside the sofa.
Just moments ago, what the Director had analyzed as Fast Radio Bursts was actually a communication signal between Emperor Ban Sa and the Stalker. It was evident that the twinkling light in the cosmos was none other than the Judgment Day battleship and its fleet carrying Ban Sa's army.
A week before the Stalker infiltrated the Satellite Bureau, Ban Sa had sent new instructions to her, who had been stranded on Earth. At that time, she had already scanned the facial information of a homeless man she had killed and donned a nanoface mask to blend seamlessly into human society alongside an Internal Human who had arrived on Earth three years prior.
The Stalker was not surprised by Zombie Queen's failure but felt some regret. Her disappointment stemmed from the fact that even though Zombie Queen had destroyed an entire city of humans, she and her Soulless Zombie army had not inflicted substantial damage on humanity's only real threat—the Celestial Warriors. The Celestial Warriors were merely gravely injured rather than suffering heavy casualties as she had hoped.
After the zombie war came China's Spring Festival. That night, the Stalker sat at the edge of a rooftop, watching fireworks fill the city sky as they erupted with the countdown's end. She acknowledged that Earth possessed sights absent from her homeworld; however, in comparison to cosmic standards, civilization on this planet was still far too backward. Without their takeover, it would be difficult to establish a foothold in the First Star Domain's cosmic society.
“Forgive my boldness in confiding this to you, my lord,” that night, she opened an illusion connection channel and spoke to Emperor Ban Sa before her. “I believe our views differ. Vamulel should be transformed rather than completely occupied.”
“I do not oppose your perspective, my great warrior.” Ban Sa stood by the armored glass edge of Judgment Day's flagship, gazing at a distant spiral lingering near his battleship. The battleship was temporarily stationary and expected to perform a space-time tear jump in an hour.
“I admit I have been too authoritarian; however, I allow you generals to hold differing opinions. I cannot unify all your thoughts—only truth can achieve that.”
“The truth of the universe is that to grow stronger, one must embrace absolute extremes because existence itself is an unimaginably extreme reality. Those from Divine Realm can control our fates with a mere snap of their fingers; do you willingly submit to such absolute extremes?”
“Of course not,” replied the Stalker, lowering her head in humility.
“Thus, I must acquire two supernatural entities essential for creating universes—Life Crystals and Chaos Crystals. I am the only being capable of challenging four-dimensional existence within this three-dimensional world; all of time and space's fate relies on me. Until then, all obstacles must be eliminated.”
Raindrops fell from above onto her kneeling knees, shattering against the cold wet concrete before disappearing. The Stalker remained silent.
“As an assassin, do not lament too much over beautiful decay,” Ban Sa turned his face slightly to reveal patterns along his mask's edge.
“Sentiment is merely a derivative of reason; reason is the main theme of the universe. To preserve more beauty in life, necessary destruction is worthwhile.”
These final words lingered in the Stalker's mind even now as she stood in silence within the dark office. She understood she could not dictate this planet's fate; compared to her wavering thoughts over time, she preferred to trust Emperor Ban Sa's guidance. After all, it was he who made her feel life's significance and exhilaration from conquest; loyalty to him felt only natural.
The next task assigned by Ban Sa was to destroy Earth's most advanced aerospace weapons and observation systems—the Heavenly Eye telescope and its Armed Satellite Matrix operating system. This was deemed by Ban Sa as posing a significant threat to his fleet after receiving intelligence from Stalker-led infiltrators. The infiltrator Wang Hao had been captured by The Celestial Warriors Alliance but was also a valuable assistant to Stalker; he helped gather intelligence regarding plans including Heavenly Eye and Armed Satellite Matrix within Southern Gate.
The remaining dozen or so infiltrators either chose to succumb to loneliness and abandon Internal Human ideals or fully integrated into human society and life or sent information related solely to human civilians' lives while failing to penetrate deeper military or political domains.
Thus it could be said that only Stalker remained active on Internal Human's secret frontlines on Earth.
She glanced around and noticed disposable cups beside a water cooler. After pondering for a moment, she decisively took one paper cup and knelt halfway before the safe. With a tentative attitude, she pressed the cup's opening against its surface while twisting its combination lock and listening intently for subtle mechanical sounds inside as she turned it.
"Tick... tick..."
"Tick... tick..."
"Tick... tick... tick... clack... tick."
The Stalker heard the unusual sounds and, after adjusting the first ring back and forth a few times, fixed its position. She had now determined the special sound that this Safe would emit.
"Clack!"
Another ring!
For her, a top assassin, the subsequent unlocking was trivial. With her final confirmation, the lock released with a sigh of relief, and the Safe's door creaked open, revealing the Image USB Drive before her eyes.
She had done this countless times before.
While the Director was watching the footage, the Stalker was also observing. She knew that humans had become aware and that she needed to destroy the source of this possibility before they united against them.
Although they were well aware that Earth's technology was inferior to theirs, it did not mean that Ban Sa would let their guard down. To despise psychologically while valuing tactically was an essential quality for an excellent leader among internal Humans.
In the Stalker's eyes, The Celestial Warriors Alliance would certainly not dare to announce the arrival of their army; at most, they would acknowledge the existence of extraterrestrial civilizations and then reassure the public that everything was over. Because for a civilization on a planet to truly unite requires enduring a long period of growing pains, involving various cultural and ethnic conflicts. Everything the Stalker was doing now was to delay Time, turning all possibilities into impossibilities.
The Stalker picked up the Image USB Drive and glanced back at the door. A microcomputer on her wrist extended an adapter cable into the USB port and studied it for a moment before automatically generating an access port like a universal key.
The USB drive immediately began operating, and internal files popped up on the computer's display, with all Chinese text automatically retrieved and translated into internal Human language. The Stalker opened each file one by one, decisively deleting each after reviewing it. Finally, she implanted destructive viruses into several PPT presentations and papers that she deemed unimportant.
Just as she was scrolling down to prepare to remove the USB drive, she unexpectedly found another PPT hidden at the very bottom that she had missed. Its title caught her attention—
"On '088' Type Gamma Rays..."
The paper's title was long but only displayed this much; however, the words "Gamma Rays" immediately alerted the Stalker. She clicked on the paper and discovered its full name—
"Operational Summary Report of the Sixteenth Test Model of '088' Type Gamma Ray Railgun."
"Railgun? Gamma Rays?"
How could the Stalker not know about the power of Gamma Rays? She scrolled through the electronic report but couldn't understand the mountain of technical terms; coupled with translation errors, she could only skim through quickly until her gaze landed on the signature area at the bottom of the paper—
"This paper is provided by Technical Division One, text reviewed by Yang Meng... The entire Technical Division One sincerely thanks the highest secret research department of Southern Gate for their technical support on this paper."
"Technical Division One." The Stalker noted this term down. She believed there could be no delay in this matter; if Earth could develop such weapons, they must be destroyed at their source. Moreover, this indicated that besides The Celestial Warriors Alliance, Earth's threat was not as insignificant as she had imagined.
The Stalker saved this paper into her microcomputer and had just placed the USB drive back in the Safe when clear footsteps suddenly echoed from outside her office.
"Damn it, I realized I forgot my house keys halfway while driving." The Director walked on the brown marble floor while explaining over his phone about his situation; above him, corridor voice-controlled lights lit up one by one with his steps.
"It's fine, you and your son go ahead and eat, I'll be back soon." The voice suddenly rang out as the office door opened. The Director fumbled to turn on the light; this office, which he had been in for decades, still looked the same as always, and he was almost sick of it.
The Director sighed, picked up the keys from the desk, and without even looking at the safe, closed the door without a second thought.
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