The Bio-Supercomputer Awakens
The reason I didn't bring everyone here is painfully straightforward.
'Too many people here and it's all fucked up.' Even if having many oarsmen can row the boat to the top of the mountain, having more oarsmen doesn't always mean it's better.
I was staring at the Bio-Supercomputer’s glass container, which was starting to crack, while loading special modified ammunition into my shotgun.
Originally, I only used regular slug rounds, but during the time I came here, I had already removed some of the shotgun shells and completed the on-the-spot modifications.
Unless it's regular lead rounds, shotgun shells have a plastic outer structure, so modification was easier than expected.
Leaving that aside.
"From now on, I'll explain what you all need to do. Duho, you protect Ahn Moon-ho. Ahn Moon-ho, install bombs on all the power sources connected to the Bio-Supercomputer. The bombs I prepared are in the backpack, take them out and use them."
I threw the heavy backpack to Ahn Moon-ho, and with my body lighter, I started to relax my muscles. Even in this short moment, the cracks in the glass container were getting larger.
"Are you planning to blow the whole thing away?!"
"If that thing hadn't been there, I would have connected directly to the Bio-Supercomputer to restore system privileges, but because of that thing, it became a soap bubble."
"Then... this space station is finished, right?!"
"Don't worry. I'm only blowing up part of this sector. Why would I leave the lower levels to the other guys? If I blow this up, they can farm from the lower levels and escape together."
Hearing my answer, Ahn Moon-ho reluctantly picked up the backpack.
Immediately after.
The massive glass container shattered completely, and the dark slime mass shed all its restraints and was released.
It was like the dam's water level rising high in the rainy season and hurriedly opening the floodgates, with the contents gushing out in a torrent, enough to make even me, who was watching, feel refreshed.
Without time to enjoy the freedom, the one who reacted first was Duho, who seemed to have the richest nutrients.
But Duho wasn't there to face it; he had another role to play. Without hesitation, I shot the special modified ammo at the thing that was lunging at me.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Fragments of gunpowder, incendiary material, and slug rounds that I had finely chopped and shot together.
Inspired by the actual Dragon's Breath shotgun round, it was made, but it didn't have the expected power, but it was enough to provoke it.
Shudder!
In the chillingly cold space, the moment I noticed the spark that damaged its evolved body, it felt like countless unseen eyes were staring at me.
"What?"
Kwaaang!
With that one word, the fierce spikes stabbed into me, gouging out the spot where I was.
The thing was already a boss-level Machine Spirit that had evolved to the point of fusing with the Bio-Supercomputer, so despite having no separate mechanical body, it showed excellent combat ability.
Of course, I had fought the real boss Machine Spirit that fused with a massive bipedal walking robot in EFD, so it wasn't particularly new.
'At that time, the massive bipedal walking robot was cool, but this thing is just moving shit.'
It was even unnecessarily large, and every time it moved, the surrounding metal frames bent, and the entire facility shook with a rumbling sound.
In such a situation, what was threatening us wasn't just that thing.
'Yeah, when the big shots hit, the little ones come rushing up.'
I was casually dodging the slimy bullets flying at me at a fierce speed, while at the same time capturing the Machine Spirit crawling down the wall of the massive common area.
Originally, they should have been gathering at the rear guard holding the lower levels, but how could I ignore the boss's announcement over the internal broadcast saying 'If you think you're ready, come out.'
Duho was the insurance for that, and the reason I didn't bring all the rear guards here was the same.
If everyone came together, it wouldn't be a cool final battle episode but a terrifying group wipeout bad ending.
I know the difference between romance and reality to that extent.
"Damn! If I had known this, I would have come down together!"
Only Duho, who didn't know my deep intention, was cursing and vigorously hammering the approaching Machine Spirits with his hammer.
Under Ahn Moon-ho's precarious protection, I started installing the hastily made bombs one by one. It seemed Ahn Moon-ho understood my intention in making the bombs.
It wasn't just installing bombs haphazardly here and there, but concentrated on the metal frames and supports of each structure connected around the Bio-Supercomputer.
'The core is this thing.'
I was staring at the boss that had started to imitate the form of a living being from the amorphous, bizarre existence, and clicked my tongue lightly.
The fact that it started to form its own form without fusing with a mechanical body was evidence that it had a wide knowledge of other life forms or structures.
In other words, it had reached the stage of constantly pondering how to hunt humans more efficiently and evolve into superior beings.
A being that progresses through self-thinking, self-experimentation, and self-deriving results.
In any ecosystem, most such beings reach the top of the food chain.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Of course, since I had no intention of sending it out from here, I was pulling the shotgun's trigger madly to interfere with its structural learning.
If it tried to form spider legs, instead of shooting its legs randomly to damage it, I targeted the joints maintaining the long legs to cause failure.
Low-level life forms don't care about repeated failures, but high-level life forms with some intelligence feel anxiety when failures repeat.
In a world without even a fellow (high-level life form) to give a warm word like "Failure is the mother of success," can it really stand up after repeated failures?
'No way.'
Boom! Crunch!
Eventually, every time I broke one of its legs, it created two or three more legs in succession, using its power to open its own path. But the result was disastrous.
It wasn't like a spider with a long body, but because its legs were unnecessarily elongated, it couldn't overcome its own body weight pressure and imbalance and fell over.
The bitter failure that this evolved life form tasted! Not to mention it was a failure it made itself, but a defeat deliberately staged by an entirely different life form, the sense of loss is out of the question.
"While this is going on, the good onion bad onion experiment from my childhood comes to mind."
There happens to be a very large onion(?) here, and this onion is designed to feel human malice very well. Because it's an onion that grew eating humans.
Then, now that the onion's position is reversed, does the human need to say good words to the onion? Why bother?
"Surrounded by samples that are not only plentiful but rotting to the point of overflowing, a bastard who can't even make one proper leg."
Clang! Bang!
"If I were you, as soon as I popped out, I would have immediately fused with the cool machine and said 'Beep, the era of the shit is over.' But with no self-respect, I just showed off and got hit in the soft flesh with a true doom?"
Clang! Bang!
"No, Machine Spirit. I told you to fuse, right? Or is it that your mother is being blackmailed by the raiders so you can't fuse? You're such a good son, good son."
Clang! Bang!
"While all that, did you want to do some arm-wrestling? You gathered all the neighborhood thugs. Ah, if I were a thug, I would have stabbed a knife in his back and inherited the throne. You're giving me advice, really."
Clang! Bang!
"No, is it normal for a thug to fight harder than the boss?! Eh? It is normal? Why is it normal?"
Clang! Bang!
With the consecutive fact beatings, the slug 'I'm putting it in' became a great stimulus.
Did the thing think this wasn't good either, or instinctively thought this prey was a bit too difficult?
Suddenly, it swelled its body greatly and started shooting out slimy tentacles everywhere.
While Duho hurriedly picked up Ahn Moon-ho and threw his body to barely dodge, I swung my Pretty at the tentacles flying towards me, slicing them with my Alloy Steel Jungle Road and maintaining momentum.
After thinking for a moment what such a desperate-looking desperation meant, I suddenly realized that the tentacles it shot out weren't just aimed at us.
Grr. Grrgrgr!
The large and small Machine Spirits that had been pressuring us from around and continuously inserting gens were caught in the tentacles and sucked in.
The Machine Spirits absorbed by it completely disappeared, leaving only the metal bodies, and the remaining metal bodies were all reconfigured into protective outer shells for the thing.
Because of the fusion that stuck to the ears like dandruff and was shouting fusion, did it become blackened?
It wasn't just fusion, it had absorbed and fused.
"I didn't want this kind of hardcore play..."
Kwaaaang!
When it brought down a massive mechanical arm, the metal plywood and frames where I was standing completely collapsed, and coolant shot up like a fountain.
It seemed it judged that there was no need to painstakingly reconstruct its body to imitate a specific form anymore, so it used the metal outer shell around it to create large, beautiful mechanical arms and fragment projectors.
A massive mechanical arm as thick as the pillars of the Parthenon flew towards me again, and with the power of the Modular Exo-Suit, a fragment projector was aimed at me as I was jumping madly.
Now that it had a large lens-shaped 'eye' emitting ominous red light, it was tracking me without any error.
Tatatatatatatatatata!
An enormous amount of fragments rained down like bullets, grazing my skin and clothes.
If I hadn't received the help of strength enhancement and the Exo-Suit, I would have become a space hedgehog by moving 'slowly' at the cost of it.
But my line calculation and stamina distribution were as precise as a knife.
Much more than back then, when I manipulated my character directly through the screen.
'For a moment, I was scared. Since it was the thing that fused with the Bio-Supercomputer, its computational processing ability is amazing.'
Without ChatGPT, can you have learning ability at this level?
I admit it. You are equal to or better than me now!
"If you weren't a newbie species that lives for half a day."
Of course, because every Darkzone regenerates every time prisoners come in and out.
Just as the previous you couldn't surpass today's you, today's you also can't surpass tomorrow's you.
This is the reason why veteran players' strategies keep working unless it's changed by 'version update patch'.
"So, now it's a slime that sinks deep when stepped on and doesn't eat close-range attacks because it's hardened?"
Don't forget.
I am a man who has also defeated a boss Machine Spirit that fused with a huge bipedal walking robot.
"The fact that the thing has become hard means it's time to start chopping up close-range hitters."
I, who had casually given orders to the fixed pot team members, returned to that time and muttered to myself while pushing off the ground and running towards the thing.
Jumping over the already bent metal frames, plywood, servers, and collapsed supports that were submerged in water but not crushed, like stepping on a tightrope, approaching the thing at ultra-high speed.
The thing was waiting for that, so it raised the metal outer shell of the mechanical arm into a sharp blade shape and swung it at me.
This one shot felt a deep desire to erase me without a trace.
"If you were going to swing the arm, you should have exploded the entire metal outer shell with fragments to tear me apart."
In that case, maybe my arm or one leg would have been blown off.
Thud! Dadadada!
I jumped up like a gymnastics athlete to avoid the arm that was swinging like a windmill, landed softly on the air above the thing's arm, and immediately jumped up.
"Hammer!"
"Take it!"
Duho threw the hammer with all his might in response to my signal without any questions (third rule!).
And I, who caught the hammer in the air, pulled the output of the Exo-Suit to the maximum, and gave a full-power downward strike as if in text.
"Since I completed the mission well, I should receive the reward?!"
Kwaaaaaang!
For just a moment, I was confident that this blow had more destructive power than the armor-piercing rounds fired by a tank.
The proof was that the part corresponding to its 'head' had turned into a hot dog man who generously gave away goodwill.
It was the season of full-body paralysis where the day was cold and the thing's head was shattered.