Immersed in thought, Hubert grew increasingly bewildered. The more he ruminated, the more he felt as if Theodore deliberately left his scent behind as a form of protection. The first time Theodore had left his scent on him was to deter the zombies near the meteorite. Subsequently, sensing Hubert in mortal peril, he had come to his rescue. Now, his scent spread across a wide radius seemed to grant Hubert peace of mind for rest, a fact disclosed too late by Baron. Theodore was too good to him, triggering Hubert's memory of a phrase Theodore uttered the first time they shared a bed: "A soldier only loves one person in his lifetime..."They were not blood brothers, so Theodore's "love" could likely be no jest. Could it mean Theodore truly loved him? Hubert found himself swirling in a chaotic mess of thoughts. After a moment, he decided not to think further, as it only gave him a headache."Ah! We should get moving!""Early to start, early to finish."Canis agreed with Hubert, commencing

Under the guidance of Hubert and Canis, Lancelot was led into Winston's sanctuary of study. Here, Winston had ensconced himself for five long days, with every meal brought to him by devoted servants. Upon Hubert's entrance, a visible delight illuminated Winston’s countenance. But, it faded quickly when Lancelot came into view, replaced by a shadow of displeasure. He inquired: "Why has he come here?" "He possesses uncontaminated seeds. I wish to collaborate on experiments on fertile soil and planting these seeds." Winston's furrowed brows followed Lancelot as he wandered the laboratory without another word but a mere nod of acknowledgment. Although they had worked together for three years, no moment of camaraderie had been shared. Fortunately, Winston’s regular duties kept him from too many encounters with Lancelot. Otherwise, they might have come to blows countless times. Only Theodore and Canis faced Lancelot daily, enduring his endless antics."This research chamber is truly magn

Though two millennia old, these bullets had been meticulously stored in specialized vaults, hence were in impeccable condition. With his astute sense of choice, Lancelot picked the best rifle and ammunition. Slinging the gun over his back, he walked ahead, peering into the distance, and remarked: "Given their pace, those zombies will cover 500 meters in just a few minutes." As he spoke, he instructed Hubert: "Fetch me a gun rest. I need it for continuous firing, or my arm will get numb.""Alright."Hubert nodded, dashing a few meters away to fetch the requested item. He set up the gun rest within seconds, allowing Lancelot to aim."From this distance, how can you possibly hit them? That's easily a thousand meters away." Hubert exclaimed, skeptical. Even though the rifle was powerful, its range was limited to six hundred meters. To an average person, they could only see a dark swarm approaching. To discern what exactly was advancing required binoculars. The rifle did have a scope, b

"My brother and I will go. This is, after all, a matter of our family, and we don't wish to inconvenience many. Phelan and Nathan will come along as they, too, seek a life-type Superhuman. I'll take half of the Edwards family's squad with us. We can use a small number. We're just headed to City B, and with Lancelot's aid, a small team will suffice." Hubert appealed in a torrent of words, then turned expectantly to Lancelot. With a narrowing gaze, Lancelot assured Hubert that he would unflinchingly come to his aid even without asking. With an unwavering voice, he proclaimed: "In City B, none shall dare harm him. On my turf, I reign supreme." His haughty demeanor might irk many, but none voiced their displeasure, knowing they soon tread on his domain. It was wise to stay in his good graces, to cajole and flatter him. "Prepare two seven-seater vehicles. Once all wounds are tended, we outline in half a day." Canis promptly ordered the preparation of essentials for their quest to fin

Hubert was utterly perplexed by Lancelot's sudden shift in tone and the audacity of addressing him with such familiarity. However, contemplation could wait, for the distant marsh seemed gripped by a rising fury. Its tumultuous surface became increasingly violent; water vortexes formed, and spouts spiraled skyward. Like guided missiles, pillars of water hurtled towards Hubert and the other metal Superhumans.Lancelot, while still clutching Hubert close, retreated several steps. His hold on Hubert was as effortless as cradling a small creature, evidently reaping the benefits of his imposing stature."We have no idea what the water from that marsh might unleash." Hubert warned: "we must be extremely cautious. If it's acidic, we're done for."He struggled to free himself from Lancelot's iron grasp, unwilling to be hauled around like a ragdoll. After several pointed jabs to Lancelot's ribs, the latter reluctantly released him, grumbling: "You're so aggressive!"But Hubert had no time for