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“Hey, it’s you, you bastard, pompous Tim,” the Star Marshal exclaimed, refreshing the atmosphere with a cliché insult.
“Heh, it’s me! Long time no see, Tim. You’re still alive, huh?” Hilbert's voice dripped with sarcasm. At that moment, several burly men in black stood beside the Star Marshal; they were members of the Black Armored Troop, tasked with protecting the Star Marshal’s safety.
However, these guys had extreme thoughts and looked down on the frail old man before them. As one of them approached, he displayed a clear hostility. Seeing this, Hilbert chuckled and quickly withdrew his outstretched arm.
“Heh, you’ve become more timid over the years. Fifteen years ago, you weren’t like this. Have you grown old and started to reminisce about the beauty of life? We’re both old-timers now; we need to face reality. Especially as we age, we should live younger. Those guys around you are always thinking about climbing up to our positions. We can’t let them have that chance; after all, we haven’t fulfilled our original vows yet. You haven’t forgotten our vows, have you? How did you fall so low? Ah, time waits for no one. Remember when you were called the Grim Reaper who never cried? Look at you now; old age has caught up with you.” Hilbert responded with sharp words.
“Hey, Old Guy! It’s been a long time. Hearing your voice made me realize you’re still alive; that’s good. I thought I was the only one left in this world. Since you’re here, don’t mind me; keep going. I heard everything just now; continue on without worrying about my presence.” Hilbert's voice echoed from outside.
“Not minding? Hmph, that’s not true. We care about you, old buddy! I can’t believe you’re really alive. I didn’t see you on my way here; turns out you took another flight. You’ve always been unconventional. But that’s fine; I don’t care about you since we’re both a hundred years old now. How long can we Old Guys remain in power anyway? It’s all going to be taken over by those young punks in the future.” The Star Marshal felt a warm camaraderie upon seeing Hilbert; perhaps “camaraderie” wasn’t quite right—“kindred spirits” might be more fitting. Meanwhile, the security personnel around them were growing tense; they could tolerate the Star Marshal being so casual but absolutely couldn’t stand anyone gaining the upper hand during his conversation with Hilbert.
Yet the security personnel were not fools; they had seen enough of the world to know that one was a high-ranking official of the Human Alliance and the other was from the Hunter Association. Hilbert was a madman with his own methods who had established an academy where many students later became his subordinates.
This was thanks to Vice President Clinton's support. Although Clinton and Hilbert often argued over trivial matters, their rivalry turned into a close partnership whenever external threats emerged.
Tim Sacre, leader of the Human Alliance, was a rigid old man who had climbed to his position solely based on age and prestige. No high-ranking official in the Human Alliance dared to oppose him; even if there were disagreements, they had no choice but to reach a consensus under Tim's mediation.
The difference between them lay in Hilbert being a philanthropist and educator as well as a crazy monopolist. Had he been born in earlier peaceful times, he would never have gained such influence; he was an Old Guy skilled at winning people over.
In this era of the Zerg's rise, for humanity to survive or claim territory, cooperation was essential. The Zerg managed to occupy three-quarters of the world during peaceful times because they lacked intelligence and banded together. Meanwhile, humanity only realized their civilization was on the brink of collapse when it was nearly too late; otherwise, human civilization could have faced two thousand years of technological decline due to its inherent inertia.
At that moment, a leader emerged among humanity. With his help, they learned new alchemical techniques, literature, philosophy, engineering, and even the control of computers, along with a bit of genetic engineering. Through genetic engineering, humanity developed a genetically advanced race with high IQs, bringing their relationships closer together. Even from distant places, they could connect with one another—this was the birth of the internet.
Furthermore, they developed aircraft and military satellites for outer space, including a satellite known as the Space Eye. However, the Space Eye was not designed to listen to the sounds of the universe; it actually proved that the rise of the Zerg might be linked to an alien species that disrupted the original ecosystem of their planet.
Although the ecosystem was damaged and the environment suffered greatly, humanity could not afford to halt technological advancement. The sheer number of Insectoid beings was overwhelming; without technological suppression and lacking resources, these humans could not stand against the swarm.
"Well then, everyone is here," said the Star Marshal as he glanced around. Next to Hilbert sat the Vice President of the Hunter Association, while on the other side were the President and Vice President of the Mecha Association.
The others were not as familiar with them; after all, they were still younger generations. Although they were quite aged themselves, in front of two individuals whose combined age exceeded a century, they felt like inexperienced youths.
Standing off to the side, they could only watch in silence. Nevertheless, they were all prominent figures within their respective associations and deserved respect.
"Indeed, everyone is here. What you just said was truly insightful," Hilbert remarked.
No one expected to gather in a dining hall; it hardly seemed like a meeting place.
The high-ranking officials took their seats while a few others gathered around them. They had some food; after all, this was not a formal meeting space. As they observed their surroundings, they indeed noticed some peculiarities.
"Please sit down and have something to eat; there's no rush," Hilbert said with a smile.
Despite this invitation, no one dared to make a move.
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