Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 93 Entering the Portal
"Professor Watson, how are the preparations going?"

At this moment, General MacArthur, who had led the special forces, had already entered the temporary gathering area set up by the researchers.

Looking at the three "Minions" who were already fully prepared, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Seriously, don't you researchers have any sense of aesthetics? This looks like a rubber doll from an amusement park."

Watson, already dressed in protective gear, could only twitch his lips in response to his teasing.

He then spoke, and his voice, which came out through a small speaker embedded in the chest vent of his sealed protective suit, carried a unique inorganic quality characteristic of electronic sounds.

"No, scientists have their reasons. This outfit was chosen because of time constraints, so practicality was the priority. Besides, the appearance isn't too bad, is it?"

MacArthur shrugged noncommittally at the great scientist's somewhat sophistical words.

"Let's hope so. How's your unmanned exploration plan going? Have you discovered any of the two previously recorded monsters, or any other dangers?"

Professor Watson changed the subject, a smile appearing on his face behind the special glass mask.

"Of course, sir. And the results have far exceeded your expectations. We have discovered many loopholes and shortcomings in the original plan and have made corrections. Here is the plan, please take a look."

MacArthur had expected that the unexplored area would yield results, but he never imagined that the results would be so great that this composed old researcher would say it was "far beyond imagination."

A sense of curiosity arose in my heart, and I obediently took the thick stack of plans from the assistant beside me.

Looking at the dense text above, I frowned and began to read.

A few minutes later.

MacArthur was defeated by those logical arguments that were as convoluted as scientific papers.

He handed the proposal back to Watson, his voice filled with a headache.

“Okay, I get the general idea of ​​how significant your discovery is. But the Arabic numeral 175 following the discovery really surprised me.”

Sighed.

He had finished inspecting the scientific troops, and his own special forces team was ready to depart at any time.

When MacArthur arrived with three "Minions" to the heavily armed special forces team, all dressed in black, he began his pre-departure address and advice.

"Soldiers! Do you see that purple portal in front of you? This is the portal you saw in the records."

"According to the scholars behind me, this door can teleport to an unknown and dangerous area, the nature of which and the dangerous creatures within are unknown."

"What you need to do is go in with the researchers and ensure that the survey data is sent out intact. Do you all understand?!"

As MacArthur shouted his final command, the excited special forces members raised their weapons and shouted in unison.

"Mission accomplished, sir!!"

MacArthur, standing at the front of the line, nodded in satisfaction, clenched his fist, raised it forcefully, and finally shouted.

"Set off!!"

At this command, 24 fully armed special forces members strode to the purple portal and jumped inside without hesitation.

Amidst a series of violently surging purple lights, it disappeared from MacArthur's sight.

After everyone had entered, the last three researchers, dressed in bulky attire, also stepped onto the black stone platform.

Watson stood on the stone platform and turned to look at MacArthur, who was looking up at him.

"Sir, if anything unexpected happens on this trip, please remember to take good care of my family."

The latter was not surprised at all by this request.

"Go with peace of mind, Professor Watson. Your family will receive the best care in the entire league, and your name will be written in bold in the textbooks."

"I hope you can teach at the military academy next year. Those lads are really looking forward to your arrival, you busy guy."

Upon hearing the promise and what followed, Watson's slightly wrinkled face relaxed a little, and he smiled at General MacArthur below.

He then took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes, turned around, and jumped down. The assistant researcher and Dr. Payton beside him followed closely behind, leaping into the purple membrane one after another.

Finally, amidst a violent churning of the membrane, the three figures completely disappeared from the area.

Once everyone had entered, a group of construction workers who had been waiting nearby, along with other researchers wearing lab coats, quickly stepped forward.

Set up various emergency medical tents or refrigeration equipment near the purple portal to facilitate the rapid preservation of samples.

Only MacArthur, still standing in the same spot, wearing sunglasses and facing the blazing sun overhead, gazed at the location where the exploration team had disappeared.

He stood there for a long time, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the real world, preparations have begun to be made to welcome the exploration team back.

Meanwhile, inside the portal.

Watson felt like he had fallen into a sticky ball of cotton, and his whole body was floating and spinning wildly.

This made him feel that it was even more exciting than taking his grandson to the amusement park to ride the roller coaster last year.

Just when he felt he was about to vomit, the discomfort came and went quickly.

The next instant, the white blur before my eyes vanished, and a dark, oppressive red color entered my pupils.

He felt solid ground beneath his feet, but this sudden change in perception made him, still a little dizzy, stumble.

Just then, an arm covered with a composite protective plate reached out from the side and supported him.

Professor Watson, having regained his composure, looked down along the arm and saw that it was the special forces team members who had entered before them.

By this time, his body had recovered, and Watson, having regained his footing, nodded amicably to the soldier who had helped him.

The other party didn't say anything. Seeing that he had already stood firm, he withdrew his hand and continued to hold his gun and be vigilant about his surroundings.

Just then, a sound came from behind him, followed by two thumping sounds. Watson turned around in confusion.

Two companions wearing yellow protective suits were spotted and teleported over shortly after.

However, the two of them clearly felt it more intensely, and they both fell to the ground, struggling a few times before failing to get up.

It was only thanks to a soldier standing guard who stepped forward to help the team that they were able to avoid the embarrassment of being unable to get up due to the bulky protective suits.

After the two were helped up, Watson looked at them through the glass mask on his protective suit and confirmed that they were both in good condition.

Only then did the three of them have time to observe their surroundings.

A quick glance.

At your feet and not far away, there was a pile of yellowish-brown pebbles.

Looking further afield, it was no different from the video the robot had previously sent back; everything was a sea of ​​red.

The ground beneath my feet had a disgustingly elastic feel to it.

The rock walls above and beside you, stretching into the distance, are made of the same material as the ground beneath your feet, creating an eerie feeling of flesh and rock mixed together.

Watson felt physically uncomfortable watching this.

The dark red color scheme and eerie scenery evoked primal repression and fear within the creatures.

Fortunately, he had already prepared himself mentally with a video beforehand, so he only took a few deep breaths to adjust his mindset.

Tell yourself not to focus too much on this oppressive atmosphere.

Meanwhile, they noticed that the three of them had begun to observe their surroundings and had recovered from the discomfort of being teleported.

As the captain and vice-captain of the special forces team, they also put away their guns and came over.

"Dr. Watson, is there anything we can do?"

(End of this chapter)