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 inside the planes send us live footage to view the outside battlefield. I control the plane with the tablet, like a game, while Mirai can sync her sight with her plane and directly command it by transferring signals. Immediately noticing the threat coming from our aircraft, some thermal missiles are launched from the Intruders' planes. However, we dodge all of them, and after all of the missiles have detonated in the air, we retaliate with the laser guns.
- Mirai, two planes at bearing 270, two others right in front. Split up!
- Noted! Initiate laser guns. You go left, I go right!
The Intruders' planes continue relentlessly firing missiles in different directions, and with our expert-level plane controlling skills, none of them hit. Numerous planes have been shot down by us, and everywhere, we see scrap metals piling. We will recycle them later. Soon, we have already finished dealing with the smaller planes, leaving the biggest one.
However, something feels off. This biggest plane is not moving or reacting at all, and just floating in the air, so I zoom in to take a closer look at it. Through its windows, the control room of the plane is as clear as daylight, but the captain is nowhere to be seen.
- Yuusha, watch out! - Mirai suddenly pushes me to the side, right before a bullet flies past and burns my skin.
Right as I expect, albeit too late. The captain has already left the plane and searched for our location. Behind me, the bullet hits a rock wall, and a part of it collapses. At the entrance of the storage where we are hiding, there stands a humanoid Intruder, with heavy weapons and armour.
- Tsk! These brats. - The Intruder speaks.
- Yuusha, that Intruder is a Technologist class, overall rating of 50. Every statistic is above average, and intelligence is slightly higher than the rest. Get ready to engage in combat.
We prepare our weapons and step out of our hiding area, face-to-face with the menacing aura coming from the Intruder. And of course, I have some spare toys in my backpack, in case things get serious.
- I do not know how you rascals manage to discover our plan, although we have been very surreptitious right from the start. But, regarding the threat level you can pose to us, it is best to kill you before the information gets leaked. Now, prepare to meet your ends. - The Intruder arrogantly declares and opens fire.
Instinctively, we split in two opposite directions to dodge the bullets and decide to outnumber them by flanking. It is time that I use my toys.
- Mirai, flash and smoke grenade out! Cover your ears and eyes!
- Nice cover!
This Intruder seems to realise it and activates its face shield. Of course, this will be useless against an intelligent Intruder, but this is just a decoy. We drag him out of the storage, where the field is piled with the metal scraps from the falling planes. There is much cover here, and we will have a better advantage.
- Huh, trying to be funny, is it? - The Intruder, after turning off the face shield and seeing nobody inside the storage, furiously runs to the battlefield, where we would retaliate.
We swiftly move between the plane remnants, rapidly switching our positions to confuse the Intruder. The laser beams seem to be rendered useless compared with the armour of the Intruder. The only way is to closely approach it, and then blow it up with a pack of C4 explosives. But the real question is, how we even approach it.
The worst thing is that this Intruder seems to understand its weakness, and is very cautious whenever one of us comes near. Even if the gun barrel drifts aimlessly around our direction, any random bullet will tear us into pieces if we cannot dodge them in time.
- I have been wasting a lot of time here with you human. How about we end here? - The Intruder snaps its fingers, and from the big plane, some heavily armed Intruders parachute to the battlefield.
- Oh, so you think that we do not have any toys to play your game, is it? - Mirai calls out various drones that only wait for our command to charge.
With both sides ramping up their firepower, the battle escalates. We need to fight the minion Intruders, and with the assistance of our drones, approach the boss one and kill it.
Explosions are everywhere. The sounds of us finishing off the mobs, the sounds of the drones shooting from above, and the boss Intruder shooting down our drones, everything harmonises into a bloody symphony. All the burning and shooting create thick walls of smoke, covering the battlefield.
- Yuusha, fire grenade incoming!
- Roger that. I will provide cover fire! - I summon a Flamethrower and use up everything in the fuel magazine.
We try to burn the boss to see if it works, but it seems unscathed except for the lasting fire sticking to its armour. Its weapon seems to melt a bit, and I suddenly have this idea.
- Mirai, I will set up the Orbital Solar Gun! You buy me a few seconds.
- Understood!
The Orbital Solar Gun, in layman's terms, is just a gigantic flamethrower that orbits around the Earth. It concentrates the light rays coming from the Sun and forms a lethal ray that burns anything.
I open the tablet and key in the location of the island cluster. The estimated time for the satellite to move and shoot is five minutes.
- Tsk! Next time when I see your filthy faces again, I will not let you away as easily! - The boss seems to understand what we are trying to do, and it plans to retreat by levitating towards the plane.
- Oh no, you do not! - Mirai throws a sticky grenade at his back. It blows up, damaging the weakly protected propeller of his jetpack. - You will stay here.
The boss Intruder, unable to escape, snaps his fingers. From the big plane, every mob jumps from the plane, armed with cutting-edge electronic equipment.
- EMP attack incoming! - I activate the EMP device which I still leave in the storage.
In a brief moment, all the weapons of the Intruders are disabled. They quickly take off their equipment.
- Now, the game is fair. - I put my submachine gun away and take out a Gatling Gun. In a few seconds, the boss Intruder still becomes the only one left.
- Oh, so that is what you want, is it? - The boss Intruder grows furious. He charges at me, spraying the bullets randomly.
Mirai throws a plate on the ground, right in front of me. It transforms into a Compact Shield, blocking the charge attack. The full power of the attack causes the shield to immediately explode into pieces, with the earth-shaking vigorously.
This boss cannot escape, so it is attacking all out to drag us down with it. It does not show a calm and arrogant face anymore, but a serious look. The look of a suicide soldier.
The counter says four minutes remaining. I hold the gun tightly in my hands and take a deep breath. The atmosphere is still as intense as always, as I prepare to block another attack. Right before I take out a grenade, another plate flew in front of me, transforming into a Compact Shield and blocking another attack. I collapse on the ground due to the impact.
- Yuusha, this Intruder is way faster than normal Intruders of rating from zero to ten. Let me deal with it, and you provide cover fire! Agility Combat Module activated! - Mirai presses a button on her right arm. A submachine gun appears on her right hand, while a photon knife appears on her left. There are sounds of motors running at full speed, and suddenly she becomes quicker than normal. Mirai dashes forward, right before I realise.
The boss Intruder, even when holding a heavy weapon, is still as fast as a hare, quickly changing stances and positions. Mirai is also on par with that superhuman speed, rapidly dodging the swinging guns and bullets that seem to fly anywhere. I am cowardly hiding behind the Compact Shield, waiting to counterattack.
At some point, either of them will run out of stamina. The countdown timer says three minutes. I need to do something. Desperately flicking my finger through the screen of the tablet, I try to look for a game-changer. Then, I finally have an idea, as the screen moves to the heavy weapon section.
I tap on the tablet, and in a blink, a Railgun appears on my arms. A railgun is a gun that propels projectiles by electromagnetic force. Each bullet has devastating firepower and can easily penetrate and destroy even an armoured vehicle, but at a cost of massive energy consumed, and very high fire interval due to recharging. This is used before the laser weapon series is adopted into the human army, and soon forgotten thanks to laser weapons completely outperforming in terms of every statistic, except damage. Now, the boss Intruder is distracted, which is the best time to use the railgun.
Carefully mounting the railgun on the ground, I recharge it. With the aim assist, the bullet locks onto the boss.
- Mirai, dodge! - I shouted as I press the trigger.
I can feel the extreme recoil that pushes my lying body backwards, as the bullet goes out of the barrel at an unparalleled speed. Right after Mirai jumps away from the Intruder, the bullet penetrates his layers of armour, followed by a devastating detonation that blows up his lower body. I can feel the tremor when the bullet makes the impact. The boss is neutralised, and I put the railgun back into the arsenal.
Without the legs, he falls onto the ground, but his consciousness is still there. He tries to hold his gun and shoots, but a shot from my submachine gun blows it away from his hands. He is completely rendered powerless.
- Tsk! This is why I hate brats like yours. I have sent the data about your existence to the higher-ups. Even if I die here, this is not the end for you. Interfering with us is your first fatal mistake. You will... - The dying boss is trying to provoke us.
- Mirai, let's go. The Orbital Solar Gun will roast this island in a minute. He can just lie down here, blabbing about his life. - I cut in before this guy finishes his speech.
We leave the island on our plane. Right after that, a yellow beam is sent onto the island cluster. Not long after that, the island cluster becomes filled with burning flows of melted earth, completely erasing the existence of this particular storage.
- 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
- Geez, these damn locusts just come without an end! Mirai, from the hill nearby, is busy setting up SAM turrets on the ground to repel the endless waves of autonomous drones that have been jamming our communications. Upon receiving the bad news, she is now handling even more burden. For my side, the drones by Mirai are helping clear some of the enemy drones from above, leaving some space for me to access the arsenal, although limited. I take out the Agility module, which is simply a pair of rollerblades with propellers, gear up and rush through the camp, in the direction of the two Intruders. Blasting through the air at the speed of a horse, I quickly catch up with the Intruders, who have noticed my presence. I withdraw the flamethrower and mercilessly roast their armour with the scorching streams of fire. They try to counterattack, but the module quickens my reaction, and I effortlessly dodge all the attacks. At a closer range, I withdraw a photon shotgun, and withi
- Okay, thanks for contacting me. I will arrange for a one-week accommodation for you in Perth, from 11 December to 18 December 2050. The visit to Huntly Mine will be guided by one of my people at the University of New South Wales from the applied science department. But why do you suddenly want to visit our bauxite mines? - My company is importing minerals, and I am asked to go around to check the quality of the ores in some places that the bosses ask me to visit. Sorry for bothering you near the end of the year. - Don't fret yourself about it. It has been quite long since you contacted me. Bye then. - Bye! I shut the holographic video call. The person that was on the screen is one of my classmates during university, Issac. He studied with me at Tokyo University, but after graduation, he decided to work as a professor in material science in Australia, where he had access to resources such as mineral ores and synthetic materials. We have been i
The bar becomes a mess, with all the gunshots scattering around, damaging the furniture inside. The bar is built with bulletproof and soundproof materials, so the bartender freely goes rampaging inside. We run to hide behind some tables. Luckily they are also bulletproof. The bartender slowly walks towards us, with the menacing barrel directed towards our table. I take out the photon shotgun SG-01 and quickly reload it with a full photon shell tube. Contrary to its brothers in the photon series, photon shotguns are generally not as strong as projectile shotguns, but that is the point. We need to keep that person alive. Mirai throws a flash grenade towards the bartender. It detonates and makes his vision blank. With the built-in propeller in her legs, Mirai kicks the table straight into the bartender's face. The table flies at him and breaks in half. I embrace the opportunity and shoot at his right hand. The impact blows his rifle away. I leap at the bartender, holding him down an
- Quick! Secure all exits of the television studio. Initiate first-level protocol. Focus security around studio 4-A. Hurried footsteps echo through the corridors and halls, as fully-armed police and military personnel impose a lockdown on the studio and check every nook and cranny for any intruders. The studio that hosts the game show is located in a fairly remote region near Cairo. As a national studio that produces most of the programmes in the country, its level of security is on par with a military base. The specific information of measures implemented is obfuscated to the public. Still, with some observation, one would realise that making any move within the studio needs meticulous planning from the most intelligent of humanity. As soon as every staff in the studio is mobilised, the girl starts to move. The trip sensors she installed throughout the studio have simultaneously triggered, capturing a huge movement.__________- The twelfth question is another
- ... and despite being the country with the largest area in the world, boasting up to eleven different time zones, Russia is surprisingly not the country with the most time zones in the world. In fact, it is France that claims the crown as the country with the most time zones in the world, with twelve different time zones ranging from UTC-10:00 to UTC+12:00! This is attributed to the fact that France has many territories worldwide, which also highlights their significant presence worldwide.- Wow, that is a very detailed description, although it may be difficult for the audience to grasp what you are trying to say. But yes, the correct answer to the country with the most time zones is B, France! Let us give another round of applause for the amount of wisdom this fortitudinous man possesses! With Mirai's assistance from somewhere outside the studio, we breeze through the first ten questions ranging in all sorts of topics and requiring countless hours every day look
- Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the thousandth show of the series "Who Wants to Be the Zillionaire?", a weekly trivia game show every Tuesday only available on Al-Hayat TV. I am your host, Ali, and today, to commemorate the thousandth show, the stakes have been raised. There are still fifteen questions, but each question is exponentially harder. In return, once the player clears all fifteen questions, he will win up to... A billion Egyptian pounds, approximately three billion yen or twenty million US dollars. That is ten years' worth of my previous salary or more. For thirty-three years of my life, I have never thought about this, because the odds of reaching the final question are as high as winning a lottery. However, with Mirai's help, getting the winning prize will be a breeze.- Let's welcome our player for today! Due to special circumstances, we will refer to him as T. Mr. T, please come in. The door to the game show arena opens., and I am immediately
- It has been so long since we last talked in person. So, how have you been? - Let's say, my past few years have been a mess. You? - Same on my side. You cannot imagine how difficult it is to live around that woman. - From what I see, she is a very intelligent and awesome person, no? I envy you for having such a partner. - It is because of that so-called intelligence you praise her for, that I do not even understand what is going on in her head. I have a better chance of winning a lottery than guessing her mood. We quarrel almost every day. - However, if you think of it, it is those days that you argue that make you appreciate the days that you two live harmoniously together. Of course, I cannot speak for you, because my marriage is very peaceful back then... - I think I have mentioned this before, but please do not compare our dynamic with a married couple. - You are overthinking, brother. Albert and I
2060, Sahara desert... Project Ashita... After the brief exchange with the Colonel-ranked Intruder named Lamabula, Mirai and I spent countless hours after the construction observation duty hours to devise a plan. After careful consideration, the seeds of Project Ashita are sown. Before introducing the project to the CEA survivors, Mirai initially hesitated, but she ultimately discussed it with Lamabula. Without a doubt, he burst into his signature, explosive laughter and rejoiced the moment Mirai mentioned the scale of the project, and willingly lent a portion of the base's space for the construction of the colossal battleship. So long as he deemed us subpar compared to the Intruders, he would continue lending assistance. However, the dangerous part of this rigged contract is that we do not know until when he would deem us sufficiently dangerous and suddenly cut all support. However, that has never been Mirai's concern, who can fight head-on with Lamabula, and whose distrust a
Counter-Extraterrestrial Association, Egypt branch, 2060, From the outside, it looks like a small stand-up comedy house within the bustling tourist area of Cairo. However, in the basement, its true form is revealed. More than half of the basement area is for equipment and vehicle storage, and in the corner, a hydraulic lift is responsible for carrying them to the first floor. Deeper into the basement is the meeting room. Around the table, Mirai and Wilhelm sit next to each other, on the largest seat designated for high-ranking officials of the CEA or important people. Then, Ernst, Gottlob, Arthur, Maric, and I sit on the remaining seats. At the centre of the table, a hologram depicts the images of the current situation. Under the table, each seat will have a mouse which resembles a ball, so anyone can freely rotate or zoom in on the hologram projection for better observation. - Thank you everyone for being here. Before we start the impromptu meeting, two more people wo
And then, the two hands of the clock of fate met. What happens is bound to happen, and humanity is none the wiser. After being separated from the tomb's lid, the mysterious device's defensive mechanism went off, resulting in vibrations across the entire pyramid. The team immediately fled from the chamber, with Wilhelm leading and Ernst in the back. Gottlob and Arthur kept close to Maric, the only person without any firearm or combat experience. - Mileva, you stick to us at all times. We will handle this. - As if I have another choice. - Watch out! A stone fragment cracked from the ceiling and fell down. Ernst charged forward, pushing both Maric and Arthur forward, right before it hit the ground and shattered. - I told you, stay vigilant! - Sorry, sir. The only things Maric could hear were the chaotic rustling and the humming from the vibrations. Never would she think that a life-and-death situation occurred to her simply due to
Humans immerse themselves in illusions, but who dares to break through such sweet dreams and pursue reality? - Wow, look at this artefact, guys. - Let me see, let me see. - So cool! The next day, Maric's group visited the cluster of pyramids in Giza. To avoid the tour buses flocking in and causing an influx of tourists to roam around. Thus, the poor soul who returned to the hotel late after the stand-up comedy show was sleep-deprived, against her gang whose energy and enthusiasm were over the roof. Waking up as soon as six in the morning to have an indulgent breakfast and catch the earliest bus, they reached the foot of the most colossal one, the Great Pyramid of Giza at eight-thirty. They shared money to book a guide for the entire visit, and the man in summer clothing and a hat was already there, waving at them. The pyramid visit was expected to last half an hour. Because there were few people in the tunnels, the occasional breeze that traver
To leave everything behind. For the greater cause. Ever since then, the words echoed in her head, like an enclosed chamber with a perfect reflection. The words were stuck there, and it made her unable to think properly. What did they mean? - What is on your mind, darling? - Nothing. Just weird, personal stuff. After getting close to a science major graduate from the University of New South Wales, the two decided to come together and live under the same roof. They had a lovely child, and their road ahead was paved with rose petals. Of course, no happiness is eternal. On that fateful day, she heard the words. _____________________________________ - Huh, Egypt? Of all places? - Come on, you are a sociology bachelor. Why so sceptical? Just consider it a cultural appreciation trip. Her group of colleagues were planning to visit another country during their precious holidays. Unlike everyone, who seemed to be very ecstatic about the tr