The Interstellar Federation was a collective formed by many civilizations.
Given the Predator civilization's strength, they held a relatively powerful position within the federation. Even if conflict arose, they wouldn't be shaken.
Otherwise, knowing this area fell under Interstellar Federation jurisdiction, they would never have dared to come here to conduct a coming-of-age ritual.
Their earlier actions already showed their attitude.
They didn't take the federation seriously.
They were confident they could either hide from it-or, if discovered, leave unscathed. At worst, it would become a diplomatic dispute.
What was there to fear?
It was just an ordinary civilization that hadn't even entered the interstellar age.
But Morin's actions changed everything.
The Predators had suffered losses they couldn't tolerate.
With a coming-of-age ritual, the probability of reaching adulthood was likely under half.
Possibly far less.
They were a battle-loving species. Aggressive. Competitive.
More fighting meant more casualties.
Every Predator was valuable.
Yet in less than an hour, they had lost over a dozen.
Instant deaths.
No chance to fight back.
The loss of combat power.
The shame.
And the contradiction between prudence and their creed.
All of it pushed the Predator Elder to immediately contact the Interstellar Federation on a public channel.
He explained the situation in a magnanimous tone.
Naturally, with heavy concealment.
Or rather, a completely different version of events.
Their real goal-bringing Predators to Blue Star to hunt and capture "slaves" as xenomorph incubators-
Became:
"Knowing Blue Star falls under Interstellar Federation jurisdiction, we came specifically to deal with abandoned hunting grounds and xenomorphs left behind, to prevent a devastating disaster to humanity."
Their real actions-discovering their prey had been taken by humans, locating them, and launching a global slaughter-
Became:
"We discovered humans were researching xenomorphs. Understanding their danger, we feared a global outbreak that would destroy Blue Star's civilization. Therefore, we prepared to capture them."
"During the operation, unforeseen problems occurred," the Predator Elder said somberly.
"Those humans attacked us without provocation. To protect ourselves, we were forced to kill some of them."
His face was hidden behind a mask.
But his tone was heavy.
"We deeply regret the losses caused and are willing to provide compensation."
The federation employee responsible for the call: "..."
Are you treating me like an idiot?
"...I will report this to my superior immediately," the employee said with a professional smile.
"Thank you for your timely notification."
He could hear the loopholes.
The absurdity.
But he was only a switchboard operator.
The decision wasn't his.
Soon, the report reached a higher level.
"A diplomatic incident?" The official frowned.
He knew the Predators' reputation.
Even without firsthand experience, the stories were infamous.
Their actions were widely despised.
An interstellar civilization still clinging to ancient customs was one thing.
Using intelligent beings as living incubators was another.
Other civilizations did similar things.
But they did it quietly.
Not getting caught meant it never happened.
The Predators did it openly.
They were condemned openly as well.
"If I remember correctly," the official muttered, "Blue Star hasn't entered the interstellar era. It's only an observation target under our jurisdiction. There shouldn't be anyone stationed there."
He instructed the AI to retrieve the data.
"...Hmm?"
He froze.
"There actually is one?"
He opened the file.
"Morin. Ten-year veteran. Retired soldier of the Honor Legion?"
On Blue Star, after Morin eliminated the last Predator tracked by the Red Queen-and, following her prompts, also dealt with the released xenomorphs and the face-hugged humans-he finally exhaled.
"Settle it," Morin said.
"Transfer the money to my account."
Ignoring the Predators aboard invisible warships for now, there was nothing he could do unless they exposed themselves.
Teleportation required a destination.
So he focused on what mattered.
Experience settlement.
"Yes, sir," the Red Queen replied.
Based on the number of Predators killed, she transferred the corresponding amount.
"...?"
Morin checked his [Ten-Year Veteran] panel.
After hundreds of billions were credited-
His experience hadn't moved at all.
"So that's how it is," Morin frowned.
That amount should have instantly maxed his profession.
No experience.
No gain.
Which meant only one thing.
This money didn't count.
It wasn't legitimate experience income.
"So how am I supposed to earn it?" Morin muttered.
This was serious.
The [Ten-Year Veteran] skills were powerful.
They even unlocked a new usable energy-mental power.
But without leveling, they were meaningless.
Just as he was thinking, another message arrived.
"Sir, your phone is ringing," the Red Queen said.
"From your villa."
"My villa?" Morin paused.
"Connect it."
"Sir," a somber voice sounded.
Not the Red Queen.
"You have received a video request from the Interstellar Federation. Should I connect it?"
Morin realized something.
He hadn't fully searched his villa.
That voice-
An AI?
"I am your personal butler and work assistant," the voice said.
"You may call me Little Ai."
"Should I connect the call?"
Morin: "..."
Little Ai?
My ass.
I'll be Little Ai.
Still, its existence confirmed something.
His earlier oversight.
Since the system gave him an Interstellar Federation identity, there had to be a communication channel.
He just hadn't gone back to look.
And not only did he have a channel.
He had an AI.
Which meant-
A federation satellite.
The Red Queen couldn't detect the Predators' cloaked ships because Blue Star's tech was insufficient.
The Interstellar Federation's wouldn't be.
Finding them just became easy.
Morin's thoughts accelerated.
At the same time, he focused on the incoming call.
The Red Queen received the stream and projected it holographically.
Morin had already put away Eden's Holy Sword and positioned himself against a clean white background.
First impressions mattered.
This wasn't being crafty.
It was being prudent.
"Officer Morin!"
The person on screen stood straight and gave a crisp military salute.
East Asian.
Speaking Chinese.
Morin felt an odd sense of familiarity.
"I'm not in uniform," Morin waved. "No need for a salute."
"What's the matter?"
The other side explained the Predator Elder's report.
"After reviewing the data, we confirmed you are the provisional garrison officer for Blue Star. I'm reporting to you directly and requesting your decision."
"I see." Morin's expression remained calm.
Inside, he was laughing.
Perfect timing.
They walked straight into it.
Morin only needed a moment to understand exactly what the Predator Elder was planning.
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