From Terra to Terra, the Star Emperor's Holiday

"Wuhu! Ah Pulu Pai!"

The Archangel pulled the trigger of the gun in his hand, and the training bullet was fired out of the barrel at a rapid speed, leaving hit marks on the moving target in the distance.

Although Scout in the compartment next to her did not have the rapid-fire ability of Archangel, the sniper rifle in his hand never missed a target, which made the onlookers cheer.

This was a training center inside Rhodes Island. After sitting on the landship for a few days and feeling rusty, Exia came to see Doctor and Nyx, hoping to move around. By chance, it turned into a friendly match between Penguin Logistics and Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals operators.

"We've received the signal from the Columbian mobile city of Tremont. We're almost there."

The doctor, holding a thermos cup, appeared at the edge of the training ground, his tone slightly unnatural.

"Hmm? What's with that tone of your voice? Are you feeling uneasy?"

Si Ye, who was lying on the terraced bench, raised his head and looked at the doctor with some surprise.

"When you first learned that Precious was alive, you didn't have any such emotional fluctuations. How come you have such a good relationship with that Preserver?"

"..."

The doctor glanced at the camera that was activated by Si Ye's provocative words, and drank a sip of water helplessly.

"It's quite different. I wasn't optimistic about Friston's Preserver Plan at the time. The dormancy limit was a hurdle that couldn't be overcome. Once it exceeded the limit, awakening those dormant compatriots would require many times the resources and material resources required to maintain the Preserver Plan. Moreover, in order for the plan to succeed, someone had to be sacrificed."

There was a hint of melancholy in the doctor's tone, as if he was lamenting the efforts and sacrifices of his former companions.

"Friston created a semi-AI from his own personality template to oversee the entire Preserver Project. To avoid any problems, he truly spent ten thousand years in a state of lucidity..."

If there hadn't been a deus ex machina like Night's, Friston would have literally watched his compatriots in the sarcophagus in the Stasis Institution gradually lose hope of waking up while awake. The fact that he didn't go crazy was a testament to his iron will.

But having lost all hope, it's no wonder that Friston was willing to gather the remaining energy to help Christen open a path outside the star pod.

"Is that all? Doctor, I always feel like you're missing something."

Si Ye hooked his finger, and the sports drink on the table in the distance slowly floated up and flew towards Cintrea in the training ground, who was instructing Rhodes Island's trainee operators on how to shoot more powerful arrows.

"...Well, I once had a conversation with Friston, and I described his overly stubborn personality and plans as foolish... But now it seems that the Preservator Project has succeeded in the simplest and most brutal way, although it was due to your intervention..."

"So you're shy."

After getting the drink, Xinteleya made a heart shape with her hands to Si Ye. Si Ye responded with a hint of teasing in his tone when communicating with the doctor.

"That's a good thing. People should be emotionally active. This shows that you've gotten over the initial depression you felt after being woken up by Kal'tsit and the failure of your plans."

Think about how the Doctor looked when you first saw him. He was the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel, with no emotional ups and downs. His mind was torn between the previous and present civilizations, and he was like a machine in human skin.

Now the doctor will snatch canned starfish from Si Ye and make jokes. This is what a person should be like, and it is also proof of entering a new life and a new chapter.

“…You have a point…”

...

"Have you finished analyzing the mineral sickness medicine that came from Casimir? Can you replicate it?"

Hayden Pharmaceuticals, a large pharmaceutical group in Colombia.

An officer in the uniform of the Colombian National Defense Force took the main seat in the conference room and asked questions to the director of Hayden Pharmaceuticals without any hesitation.

"…Analysis is ongoing, and data collection has never stopped."

The supervisors were timid and submissive. As the major financial backer of Hayden Pharmaceuticals, the Colombian military had to greet them with a smile, not to mention taking over the main position. Even if they stepped on their faces, they would still have to greet them with a smile.

"speak English!"

The officer shouted loudly. After dealing with these company personnel for a long time, he could tell what was true and what was just a trick to deceive people.

"I'm sorry, but we have no idea what ingredient is responsible for suppressing the spread of mineral sickness, and we have no way of replicating it."

As expected, the scolded supervisor bowed and bent over madly.

Of course they couldn't crack it. Strictly speaking, the inhibitors and blockers jointly developed by the doctor and Precious had already jumped out of the category of drugs. In addition to the medicinal ingredients that heal the body, they were actually a piece of information code programmed based on the authority of Originium. It achieved a similar healing effect by commanding Originium to stop spreading and passivating.

Unless Hayden Pharmaceuticals can dig out a pre-civilized human with the authority to control the Originium Project, they won't be able to crack the anti-theft code for the drug's healing effect, let alone imitate it.

"…You're useless! You take so much of the National Defense Force's budget every year, yet you can't accomplish anything!"

Although the officer's tone was stern, his face showed the expected expression.

After all, if Hayden Pharmaceuticals really had the ability to crack this incredibly effective drug, [Project Flame Demon] and [Locken Tank] would not be in such a mediocre state.

"Then let me ask you, if you could obtain a stable supply of this drug or learn how to make it, could you quickly and effectively advance Project Flame Demon?"

"Definitely!"

Although he had been scolded like a grandson before, when it came to this topic, the supervisor's tone became firm again, as if he was afraid that any hesitation would lead to the military withdrawing its investment.

"The difficulty of the [Flame Demon Project] lies in how to maintain a stable state in those infected with the implanted fragments. If we have sufficient medication, we can design a circulation system to stabilize the subjects' physical condition. The [Flame Demon Project] will definitely succeed!"

As he spoke, the supervisor carefully placed a bulging envelope on the table in front of the officer.

The supervisor dared to say this with such certainty mainly because the inhibitors produced by Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals were so effective that the smallest dose of the drug obtained from Casimir could actually effectively stabilize the physical condition of those severely infected with oripathy.

Although it is unclear where Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals came from, its effect is enough to shock the countries of Terra.

"Hmph, what you said had better be true. The President personally ordered the termination of Project Flame Demon, but the military leaders of the Ministry of Defense feel that in order for Colombia to move towards greater things, we need this power. This is the only chance for you to continue."

Picking up the bribe handed to him by the supervisor on the table, the officer's tone improved a little and he revealed some information to him.

"A land-based ship registered under the name of Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals is about to land and dock with Tremont. While we're not sure if any of their entourage are developers of the mineral sickness potion, the military will conduct probing tests. However, you can't just sit there and wait. Unite several departments, whether through pressure or collaboration, to get this done before they leave."

The supervisor understood the officer's meaning and replied loudly, "I...I understand. I'll go find Rhine Life and Locke Labs right away!"

"Um…"

The officer patted the supervisor on the shoulder to show encouragement, but the gloomy look in his eyes as he walked out of the meeting room showed that he did not have high expectations of this supervisor.

"To move Colombia towards a greater future..."

Chapter 169 Interlude

Before the trip to Colombia even started, a small incident occurred.

As Rhodes Island was gradually slowing down in Tremont, a convoy claiming to be from the Colombian military emerged from Tremont, approached Rhodes Island from both sides, and continuously issued clear warnings.

"Landship ahead, please brake immediately. We are the Colombian Tremont City Defense Force. We are cracking down on smuggling. Please allow us to board and inspect!"

...

The clear warning alerted everyone, the friendly match was suspended, and Rhodes Island operators went to the maintenance room to change equipment and entered a state of alert.

"…Colombian military…what is this going to do?"

The Doctor stood in the Rhodes Island control room, looking at Kal'tsit beside him, hoping that she could use her unfathomable connections to resolve the matter smoothly.

"...Doctor, my operation in Colombia twenty-two years ago didn't leave many connections..."

It was rare for Kal'tsit to fail to demonstrate her extraordinary connections, as the emerging country of Colombia was not compatible with her.

Not only did she not leave any useful connections or favors in this country, but if someone were to look through the documents from years ago, they might find the execution order issued against her by Westin Security Company more than 20 years ago.

"How about letting M3 go? M3 can handle those teams quickly!"

Wearing an M3 similar to Kal'tsit, she opened the crystal claws behind her, as if waiting for the doctor's order so that she could rush out and wipe out the Columbia City Defense Force's convoy.

“…If necessary, I will give the order.”

The doctor sighed and gave the order for the entire ship to be on alert.

As a mobile territory, land-based ships will not allow others to board and inspect the ship at will in most cases. I don’t know what’s wrong with these Colombian people. They don’t even have the process of negotiation and communication.

"Not surprisingly, Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals' mineralogy medication is so effective, it's strange these major powers aren't tempted. I thought Victoria would be the first to give in, but it turns out it's Colombia."

Oripathy is the nightmare of this land, and Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals has the ability to solve this nightmare. Small countries may not have the ability, but the two major countries of Colombia and Victoria will definitely not sit idly by while Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals possesses this disruptive drug.

Si Ye played with the communicator in his hand, wondering whether to contact Kristen of Rhine Life to solve the problem, or to use force directly.

But in fact, Si Ye didn't need to contact them personally. Christen, who had received news from Si Ye a few days ago, would go to Tremon's interface every day to wait for news, and today was the same.

I thought I would get the spaceship I had been waiting for, but before the Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals' landship even docked, the Tremont Defense Force's convoy actually left the city.

Christen was familiar with the Colombian military's shitty nature, and when she sensed something was going to happen, she immediately took out the mechanical bird from her backpack.

“…What are you doing! I’ll come if you activate me… Stop talking nonsense!”

The mechanical bird jumped in Christen's palm, and the president's consciousness descended upon this body through the Internet.

After stretching his body, the President felt that Christen had gone crazy. The alloy-cast body frame seemed to be loosening under Christen's strong pulling. Where did Pero get such strength?

"Did my father call me again? If you waste my time, I'll fine your company!"

"The Preserver has not communicated."

Christen stopped the president who was about to attack, grabbed him and faced him outside the city, where the silhouette of a landship could be vaguely seen.

"But Mr. President, your army is about to intercept the landship where Mr. Preserver's compatriots are. Is this your order?"

As she spoke, Kristen took out the communicator that could contact the preserver, looking as if she was about to file a complaint.

"F**K! What are they doing?! I'm going to contact the head of the city defense force right away!"

Christen obviously wouldn't joke about these things, and the president got angry all of a sudden. He finally got the recognition and praise from the preserver a few days ago, and now what do you insects want to do?

The President in Christen's hand suddenly stopped moving. Apparently, it had diverted more threads to contact the military.

...

"Boss, the other party did not respond to our request to board the ship."

In the city defense convoy, the communicator at the front repeated the request for boarding inspection, but Rhodes Island's communication channel was still dead silent.

"...Sure enough, there's a problem. I'm going to force a login..."

"'Extremely filthy Colombian swear words'!"

Before the leader of the convoy could give any orders, a voice with the highest authority forcefully accessed the convoy's channel.

"What do you want to do? Who allowed you to act on your own?!"

A stream of curse words spewed out from the communication channel. As a veteran who had participated in the great pioneering, the team leader could certainly hear who was forcing access to the channel with high-level permissions.

Colombian legend, the great president Marcelo Bielsa.

But why would the president suddenly access the channel of their small fleet and curse so vulgarly?