The Best Way to Counter Alien Creatures is to Unleash Our Own Alien Creatures (1)
Of course, no matter how thoroughly I explained things...
I couldn't handle all the minute details myself.
So, just like always, I pulled my signature move: "The rest is up to you guys!"
While the two leaders hammered out the detailed operation plan, I decided to spend the time mass-producing the Black Scourge units they'd need for it.
Sure, I could work hard at it, but this was Milano-V—a frontier planet deep in colonization.
There was no ecosystem here yet—no wild animals or naturally growing plants.
Above all else, I was short on biomass.
I let out a sigh laced with quiet lament.
How much could I even ramp up production?
But that worry didn't last long.
My thinking was based on the common sense of my original world—the "modern era" of the 21st century.
This world's tech level?
It didn't just surpass 21st-century norms.
It chucked them straight into the trash.
"Biomass might run short. Hope that's not a problem."
"Any specific types in short supply? As long as it's registered in the server database—biological materials or genes—we can just whip it up with the Matter Disassembler and Molecular Reassembler."
> "Considering Lady Benya's exceptional scientific prowess, you're probably more worried about equipment overload from mass production, haha."
"Hmm... yeah, that's fair. I'll order some extra assembler lines installed ahead of time."
They casually brought up the Matter Disassembler and Molecular Reassembler like it was no big deal.
Of course, I'd never seen or used one before.
I kept my cool as best I could.
Then I tapped into the gallery users—my personal walking encyclopedia in my head—to dig up info on it.
I crafted a careful question post and uploaded it.
'Heh heh, what a bunch of jerks.'
Lately, I'd been feeding them plenty of aggro and dopamine, so the nonsense had died down a bit.
But not this time.
My earnest question got nothing but worthless replies.
Still, if the users acted like this, I had my own countermeasures.
A little later...
Here ya go.
Now spill on the Matter Disassembler and Molecular Reassembler quick.
No info, and for the next 24 hours, the gallery floods with full-body exposed Abomination Marvena pics.
'TL;DR: It's some insanely OP thing anyway.'
Aggro pulled in the users en masse.
I sifted through the sane comments, ignoring the weirdos obsessed with that "Yardrang rice ball" meme.
As the last anon said, it was a game dev convenience to avoid overwhelming complexity.
I could solve things I couldn't ask others about this way.
Pretty handy, all things considered.
About a week after wrapping up that exchange...
"The Black Scourge horde currently stands at 3.5 million in Milano-V's underground tunnel network, plus 400,000 to 500,000 each in the hives under every city."
"Nice setup. But if anyone finds out, won't that be risky?"
"We've cleared it with the city mayors. Demonia Empire HQ has no issues either."
"Not that—won't the planetary government or the system government on Milano-III kick up a fuss?"
"Didn't expect you to worry about that, but no need. The Heisenberg City mayor—no, now Union Chair—has rallied the other mayors for political agitation on the relevant bills."
"Hmm."
"Plus, the mining sats on Milano-VI, asteroids, moon colonies across Milano-III, -IV, and -VI—they're desperate to deal with the Red Scourge right in front of them."
"So they're actually glad we're ramping up like this?"
"Yes. It's 50/50 for now, but..."
"But?"
"Show some real results wiping out system Red Scourges a few times, and we'll get not just welcomes, but extra support from sats and other planets... or so the Heisenberg Chair messaged."
"Heh."
"And the spaceport's ready: Union and our cruiser-down-to-destroyer squadrons, plus capsules for marines and Black Scourge. All set to deploy on your 'request'."
"Got it. So now we just wait? My deputy."
"Exactly."
Just as Illyena finished her long report, declaring all preparations complete...
> BEEP!
"Hm... perfect timing. Our branch's glorious first off-world expedition has arrived."
"Subtle reaction."
It was like they'd been waiting for this.
A request rolled in from the company owning a mining base on Milano-VI's moon—plagued by Red Scourge.
They wanted them purged.
The real deal was starting.