After Morin noticed and picked up the miniature nuclear bomb, a countdown appeared on its surface.
About ten seconds.
A device like this could obviously be detonated remotely.
As for why they bothered adding a countdown and a warning sound...
Morin thought about it and more or less understood.
They probably wanted him to experience despair.
Unfortunately.
It backfired.
"I thought you'd bring out the big guns after I cleaned up the small fry," Morin sighed. "But this? Playing dirty?"
His body flashed.
He vanished.
There were many ways to deal with a nuclear bomb.
He could dismantle it.
Despite its terrifying power, a nuclear bomb had extremely strict detonation conditions. Simply tearing it apart wouldn't set it off.
But in the end, Morin chose the option that best matched the current mood.
He traveled to the world of Pacific Rim.
The Precursor world.
Morin directly piloted the Demonblade Kaiju mecha and appeared there.
This was his first time traveling through time.
An unprecedented experience.
Three-dimensional space consisted of length, width, and height.
But now, there was something more.
Time.
Four-dimensional space.
That phrase surfaced naturally in Morin's mind.
It felt strange.
With time added as a coordinate, everything was different.
This was the power of walking through time.
Aside from being unable to return to a past he had already experienced, Morin could move freely into the future.
No matter how far.
For the Precursor civilization, the dozen or so nuclear bombs Morin had detonated before had been a crippling blow.
But that didn't mean extinction.
A civilization capable of invading others wasn't so fragile.
Some Precursors had survived using high-level technology and were already preparing to open a wormhole to invade another world.
Countless timelines unfolded before Morin's eyes.
Countless possibilities.
Countless futures.
Fortunately, his brain was advanced enough to filter what he needed.
"The vitality of a species really is impressive..." Morin sighed.
Then he chose a specific moment.
...
"Chirp, chirp, chirp!"
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
A Precursor clad in biological armor stood atop a control platform, speaking excitedly.
The message was simple.
Six months ago, the enemy struck while they were careless.
Unprepared.
That was why the loss had been so devastating.
Now, six months later, they had finally recovered.
They would gather their remaining resources.
Launch another invasion.
Crush that planet.
Take everything.
Enslave its people.
The much-reduced Precursor population erupted into cheers.
At that exact moment, a grand, familiar voice echoed across the sky.
It was transmitted directly into every Precursor's mind through their collective consciousness.
The words didn't match the atmosphere.
No.
They matched perfectly.
Just not this world's atmosphere.
The Precursors froze.
???
They understood the language.
Some humans and Kaiju had already formed neural links. The Precursors had learned human speech.
But-
Who said that?
And that voice.
That sound.
That mecha roar.
They looked up.
The Demonblade Kaiju hovered in the sky, a massive sword on its back, wings of light spread wide.
Its hands were clasped together.
A perfect New Year's greeting gesture.
The Precursors panicked.
!!!
Why was he here again?!
They hadn't even opened a wormhole yet!
How did he get here?!
The memory burned deep.
A world-ending monster.
A legend.
The being that had nearly destroyed their civilization.
And now.
He had returned.
"I didn't bring any gifts for the New Year," the Demonblade Kaiju said rapidly. "So I'll just leave a small token of appreciation. The gift may be small, but the thought is sincere. Please forgive the inconvenience."
The moment the words ended, the mecha vanished.
The Precursors stood frozen.
???
Judging by the time, it really was just after the New Year.
Was he... actually here to give greetings?
Any Precursor who thought that was immediately mocked by the others.
Fools were still a minority.
Then someone reacted.
He said... a gift?
What gift?
Less than a second had passed.
The Precursors focused on the spot where the Demonblade Kaiju had appeared.
The closest one saw it.
And shared the image.
A small, liquid-crystal display-like device.
Under the pale, setting sun, it reflected a faint white glow.
The countdown was clear.
[00:00:01]
A single thought echoed through countless minds.
"Thank you for your gift, you bastard!"
They knew what it was.
Anyone with a brain did.
[00:00:00]
An explosion erupted.
Its power rivaled all the nuclear bombs Morin had detonated before.
The shockwave spread instantly.
The flash swallowed the dying sun.
Morin, already back in four-dimensional space, watched from the best possible vantage point.
He nodded.
"It's New Year's," he thought. "Fireworks are appropriate."
His body flashed again.
He returned to the fused world of Alien and Resident Evil.
A millisecond later, he was back in his original position.
Seamless.
The only difference-
The New Year's gift the Predator had prepared for him had been redirected to the Precursors.
Like visiting houses for New Year's greetings and passing along gift bags.
Nothing wrong with that.
"All my actions are righteous," Morin decided cheerfully.
Then he headed toward the next Predator.
With the Red Queen's clearance, Morin had real-time data on all Predator activity.
Due to technical limitations, exact positions of stealth battleships couldn't be tracked.
But the Red Queen knew which branch bases had been attacked.
And with Morin's ability, as long as he spent the experience points-
Coordinates were enough.
Meanwhile, inside a stealth battleship.
"The nuclear bomb... is gone!" a Predator reported, disbelief heavy in his voice.
"What do you mean, gone?" the Predator Elder stood up.
His body was smaller and more withered, yet his presence was terrifying.
"It simply disappeared," the Predator said. "Our tracking range covers the entire solar system. It vanished the moment it activated."
"Any warp signature?"
"No."
"The natives haven't reached that level. Even we struggle with this. Without warp technology... did he destroy it?"
"This is the last footage."
The Predator activated his wrist device and projected a hologram.
It showed Morin overwhelming their warrior, discovering the beeping bomb, picking it up, and smiling contemptuously.
Then the feed cut out.
"The enemy is powerful," the Elder said, pulling a short metal rod from his waist.
He squeezed it.
The rod extended into a long spear, adorned with patterns and fur.
Perhaps age made him sensitive to the cold.
"But his conduct is disgraceful. Even with the advantage, he humiliated our warrior.
"This proves his arrogance.
"A being like that is unworthy of being called a warrior."
The Elder raised his spear.
"We will destroy him. Everything he has. We will avenge our fallen warrior!"
"ROAR!"
The others answered.
Morin knew none of this.
To him, it had just been testing an unfamiliar enemy.
Abuse?
He had too many skills.
Testing them was inevitable.
Even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
Different species.
Opposing sides.
Fairness was irrelevant.
Use whatever worked.
Still, Morin didn't act immediately.
He hadn't forgotten his main task.
He was a ten-year veteran.
He needed money.
To level up.
So how did a ten-year veteran earn money?
"Red Queen," Morin said to the camera.
"At your service, sir."
"Does Umbrella have military-related positions?"
"Yes, sir. Umbrella maintains a concealed, legal military structure. I have identified four thousand six hundred and-"
"No need," Morin waved. "Assign me a random one. Reason: 'Ten-year veteran Morin still possesses exceptional combat ability. Due to enemy strength, immediate recruitment authorized.'"
"It has been processed."
"You have been assigned the position of cook."
"...A cook?"
Morin stared.
Random was one thing.
But this?
Then again...
A lot of elites had been cooks at some point.
Fine.
"One question," Morin said.
"Yes, sir."
"As a cook, what's the bounty for killing a Predator like the one I took down? Converted to U.S. dollars."
"Based on strength, damage, resistance effectiveness, and corpse research value..." the Red Queen paused.
"For killing one Predator: ten billion U.S. dollars. For capturing one alive: fifty billion."
Morin froze.
!!!
He knew Umbrella was rich.
But this?
If converted to experience points...
Max level wouldn't be far.
His eyes lit up.
"It's awakened," Morin muttered. "Hunting time."
His body flashed.
He vanished.
Then appeared behind a Predator rampaging through another branch base.
Backstab.
Activated.
DOUBLE KILL.
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