As soon as we approach the exit, a thick, black wall of smoke covers us. The planes above us are burning the field with fire. There are scattered remains of the planes shot down with the SAM turret, but the number is nothing compared to the army of planes on top of us.
- Mirai, what do we do?
- Open the arsenal and summon a Gas Mask. I will summon a Frost Gun to cool down our path, then we find higher ground.
We run through the thick layers of smoke. The cold beams of the Frost Gun help to extinguish the fire and cool down the temperature a lot, but it still feels hot. After we get out of the smoke, there is a forest in front of us to hide in, and we manage to get away from the bombardment, as well as reach the cliff. We get a clearer view.
- The SAM turret is very durable, but we need a counterattack plan. Yuusha, trigger the EMP device.
- Yes. - I take the EMP device out and activate it.
An electromagnetic pulse pierces the sky. The planes in the sky start to lose direction, and some of them are falling. Intruders emerge from the planes, holding weapons. Mirai takes out a plasma sniper rifle.
- Yuusha, you deal with the Intruders on the ground. I would be dealing with the flying units.
- Got it. Please send a signal if I need to retreat.
I hold my gun tightly, and I track the way back to the battlefield. Finding a good corner, I sneakily shoot down the Intruders one by one. Not long after I can kill some of them, the other Intruders notice me. About sixty eyes glare at me. Full of vengeance. My chest is full of laser-red dots.
Just when I think my life will end in the first mission, a missile coming from above flies past me. I can feel the heat, as vividly as my first-ever trial. The next moment, everything in front of me is blown up, and small pieces of dust, sand and rock shoot up in every direction, covering the field with smoke again. My spectacle vision lights up again.
- Yuusha, use your gun to kill the Intruders up close. They are technically immune to normal physical damage.
- Roger that.
I dash out of the hidden corner and approach the confused Intruders. I quickly take their lives with my last few loads in the magazine and retreat.
- Good job, Yuusha. The field is clear. We will retreat before further reinforcements arrive.
Utilising the time frame we secure from clearing their first wave of reinforcements, we have safely reached the plane, and we fly back.
- It will be another fifteen minutes, so I will just briefly summarize what we got for today's training mission. Firstly, we manage to identify more towers that we do not know existed before, and we will deal with them later. Some of them are in very remote places, such as this island, while some are in places that you would never be able to imagine...
And we get back home, not having any major injuries. Just a bit of scratch from the flying rock fragments, but I can treat it easily.
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2050, Counter-Extraterrestrial Association Headquarters, New York City
- Lieutenant Colonel, an anomaly was detected at 26 degrees North, 142 degrees East, near the Ogasawara Islands area. Recently, our satellites near the region receive mysterious signals, and now all of them seem to suffer from an EMP attack, and temporarily stop working.
- Noted, Sergeant. Deploy Units 1 and 2 from sub-division 1, Asia branch to investigate the area. Concentrate offensive satellites Unit J1 to these regions in case things go bad. We have been tracking this entity for quite a long time already. Do not let anything escape!
This is the atmosphere of the Counter-Extraterrestrial Association, CEA, a government-funded multi-national association that has been protecting the well-being of humanity against foreign threats. Their headquarter majestically sits in the centre of the prosperous New York City, continually sending satellites, planes and signals across many more branches around the world. The office is a huge room, filled with all kinds of cutting-edge devices and control panels. Every minute, the clock keeps ticking, and officers run around, continue collecting more vital information, as if their lives depend on it. Literally, the fate of humanity also depends on them.
Lieutenant Colonel walks around the room, smoking a piece of cigarette, a satisfied smile on his face. He takes out a communication tablet, sending information regarding the traces of Intruders to other branches. Working nearly twenty years as a top member of CEA, he is full of experience, solving mystery after mystery. And this may be his next one.
- Everyone! Continue to work! Your blood, sweat and tears will pay off when we return the alien threats to their pitiful nest!
- Sir, yes, sir!
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- Yuusha, I have collated every piece of information into the Codex. You can read them anytime. By the way, dinner is ready. Just come down once you finish with your work.
- Mirai, sometimes, I just feel like you fulfil my life. With you here, I don't even feel like needing a girlfriend...
- Say one more word and this kitchen knife will be friends with your pitiful skull forever. - Mirai holds a kitchen knife in her right hand.
I should have programmed a "sense of humour" file and inserted it into her hard drive.
The evening is strangely peaceful. The carpet of moonlight covers every corner of the metropolitan city, lighting everything. The streets are so empty, that you hear the sounds of the evening breeze. I finish my work, shut down my laptop and have the dinner that Mirai has prepared for me. A plate with classic white rice, with some slices of finely cooked pork and a bowl of vegetable soup using the pork broth, simple but tasty. My past self is surely lamenting his unlucky life before receiving this package.
Following my perceptually sumptuous dinner, I have a good bath, just to get caught in Mirai's lessons about the Intruders' profile and the usage of items in the arsenal after it.
- Now, Yuusha. It is time that we seriously need to learn. Sit down.
Mirai waves her left hand, closing every door and window in my living room. The light dims to a somewhat dark yellow colour. The hologram of various types of Intruders is projected clearly from my three-dimensional television screen. Out of nowhere, she summons a long stick, as if she is a teacher. She points it at the hologram.
- Intruders are classified into many classes and ranks. Classes decide how they function, and ranks decide their power. This one, which you fought earlier, belongs to the Physical class and Soldier rank, which simply means that they do not have any special abilities besides hand combat and simple weapon wielding. However, they may outnumber you in real combat, so do not let yourself fall into that obvious trap. Any questions?
- Yes, ma'am. I have a question.
- Yes, Yuusha. What is your question?
- When is our break time?
Swoosh!
A metal stick flits past my forehead, and I can feel my skin burning from how fast the stick is moving in the air. It hits a ceramic plate full of fruit on it, and the moment the stick makes the impact with the plate, the clangorous cracking sound of ceramic covers the entire room.
- Again, any questions?
- No... ma'am...
- Ok, now, let me introduce to you different classes of Intruders. Physical class does physical damage, no abilities. The engineer class uses advanced technology to wield heavy mechanical weapons, which also have various abilities, but are focused on attacking. Engineer and Physical class will directly fight on the battlefield.
- Oh, noted.
- The technologist class assists the Engineer class with remote air assaults such as satellites and missiles. They are also in charge of maintaining weapons and devices. The scientist class works in headquarters, and they are responsible for utilising resources extracted from Earth and developing weapons. They can only do brain work, so if you manage to approach close to them, they stand virtually no chance.
- Yes.
- Lastly, the Commander class. This one Intruder controls the Intruder army on Earth, and contacts with other branches or the higher entities, which we have no clue about. They seem to have every stat abnormally high, so the only edge we have over them is caution.
My last few working neurons are begging for mercy, counting down before self-destructing themselves. As if I can survive this long to beat each of them.
- Ok, now, let's move on to the...
- Can we stop here? I need some time to digest this new information. - This time, I genuinely ask her to stop.
I hear a yawn from Mirai. Although being a robot, I see the apparent disappointment on her face. The screen turns off, and all windows and doors open.
- Haizz... This time I acknowledge that you are exhausted already, so get your sleep. We will continue the lesson tomorrow. - Mirai says and walks towards the charger stand.
I make sure that Mirai has received the power supply from the stand, and then I go straight to the bedroom. It has been very long since I graduated from my university, and taking lessons for a cause is still a pain.
The lights are off, and I finally get to bed, exhausted. Maybe I am exaggerating things. Is this brain work supposed to drain so much of my energy? No point thinking about it, anyway.
I start the next morning with the sound of a sigh from Mirai, holding her head as if she is worried. The serious atmosphere is slowly taking control of the living room. I take out a cigarette from my shirt, burn its end with a lighter, and give her. - Hey, maybe you have smoked a cigarette once when you are still alive. This modified cigarette has chemicals that help to cool down electronic systems when burned, so for robots, it may feel like a relief feeling. - Thanks. Mirai is reading the collected data from the tablet, which are just a bunch of graphs and numbers dancing and constantly changing. On the left corner of the tablet screen, there is the world map, densely marked with crosses, from green, to yellow and red. - As you can see, this graph here shows the distribution of the Intruders' force on Earth. There are about a million of them, with one Commander. If the Commander has an overall rating of a hundred per cent, and a normal Physical-class
It is another day living under the same house with a person, I mean with a pseudo-human robot, and also another day working a freelancer life, and I do not feel a single moment of regret. At the very least, that is what I think as of now... - Yuusha, today, we will continue with your physical training. As mentioned, we will attack this storage, somewhere about one hour of flight from our base. This time, I will teach you how to control a plane. - Mirai instructs me about today's mission while I am trying to finish my breakfast. That is how life works for a person living double lives like me now. Everyday routine, as Mirai says, will start with a training mission in the morning until early afternoon, either 'simple' callisthenic and stamina exercises, or trial missions at real, green-level Intruders' facilities, where I gain simple skills such as weapon mastery, plane riding and strategic planning. Then, I do my projects in the afternoon, sometimes until the evening if t
A quick update on our current dire situation. The Intruders' aerial vehicles approach very closely to us, and even if the EMP device jams their vehicles, the sheer number of them parachuting and landing on the storage will outnumber us. - Let's come to our main course for today! - Mirai seems to get eager as she takes out two remote-controlled planes, equipped with bulletproof, explosion-resistant layers, laser guns and flares to destroy incoming thermal missiles. I hold one of them and quickly observe the plane. Mirai taps on the remote control icon on my tablet and tunes the frequency of the remote control to match the planes. - Since the automatically-operated drones cannot effectively avoid missiles, we change to manually controlled planes. You know how to play a remote-controlled toy plane, can I presume? - Yep. - Well then, let's rock the field. From the entrance of the storage, there emerge two heavily armed drones. The cameras built
- Hi, can you finish fixing this code line by tonight? And this part is bugged, hopefully, you can check it after that. - Yes, Mr., I will check through it and send you the completed version as soon as possible. Thanks for choosing me for your project. It is midday, and I am sitting at my desk, meticulously doing the project I am hired for. The room is filled with a sense of silence and concentration. All that is left are the typing sounds of my mechanical keyboard, the beeping of the system, and maybe the air-conditioning system cooling my room. Besides that, there are rows and rows of neatly arranged books about programming and different stuff sitting on the shelf behind my back, as if they are supervising me. The clock continues ticking, but the important thing now is that I have only a few hours left to send out the files for checking by the customer. In another room, there gives out a more professional vibe. Mirai is carefully analysing the samples we brou
- Good, good, you are making some progress here. Your strength, stamina, agility, flexibility and reflex status have improved by forty percent. - Mirai nods her head as she is noting down some numbers on the tablet. - Haha, no need to praise me. I am a quick learner after all. - I laugh victoriously after the compliment, although the neutral response written on her face turns my mood off. It has been quite a few months of nothing but hectic physical training sessions. Using my backyard as a practice field, I practice all kinds of things. From basic callisthenics, typical exercises to improve physical fitness, to simulated combat exercises with fake targets, where I learn to make on-the-spot decisions and weapon proficiency. Once a week, we go on practical combat, where we cooperate and attack a green-level facility or two. The unrelenting sun of the noon, although for an autumn day, is coating everything below it with a layer of scorching sunlight, and then who
- Anyway, fire grenades and flamethrowers are must-haves. I will escort you to a safe sniping spot, then we split up. In case things turn bad, call in air support to distract them. - I suggest the idea as a last attempt. - Sure, let's make do with this first. In the snowy weather, we flee across the forest. Soon, we see a hill, which is again covered in layers of snow and complex terrain. At the top of the hill, we can see the military camp. I help Mirai to set up a camouflage, which simply consists of a white suit to fit the snow and a disruptor to conceal their electromagnetic radar. Then, I leave the hill, across the forest, towards the military camp again. Things do not go as easily. As soon as I reach the forest, a few Intruders have been deployed to search for us in the forest, and if not thanks to my sharp instinct, I could have exposed myself. I hide behind a boulder and update the field through my tablet. About twenty Intruders with light arms are p
Hi. This is Masunori_M_D, and welcome to A Backpack, a Gun and a Codex, a science fiction novel. Other elements are included, but it will revolve around science fiction as its main theme. Before I talk about anything, thanks for reading my novel, although it is just one or two chapters. As an amateur author, I sincerely value your reads, as the reception would help me improve my novel. For now, the first few chapters may be a bit boring. However, the story would (hopefully) be more interesting after about ten chapters. Let me guide you through our content until now. 'A Backpack, a Gun and a Codex' has a total of four arcs, named Training, Escape, You and I, To Where it All Begins, and Showdown. As of now, we are in our first arc of the novel. In this Training arc, we would have sub-arcs, which include the following sub-arcs. The content of the future arcs will be reviewed in the future. I) Training (100 + 7 chapters) 1) Introduction (11 chapters)
2050, It is mid-November. The festive atmosphere of another Christmas has taken over every nook and cranny of metropolitan New York City. Roads are lit with a light blue colour, resembling snowflakes. Every corner, there are sounds of the bells jingling and the sound of excited people, talking to each other while holding big boxes of presents. The sense of business can be felt even more than a month before the real festival, as people rush to buy goods before prices start to spike. In the centre of the city, the headquarters of the Counter-Extraterrestrial Association sits majestically like a king. In the office room, Lieutenant Colonel is sitting behind the big screen, watching every dot moving on the digital world map. Numerous abnormal activities have been detected recently, mostly in remote areas, and there have been countless times that he and his comrades have received sudden calls at midnight because something has been found. The burden is not only on him but also thousand