- 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 patrolling, and their boss is standing on slightly higher ground, guarding.
I cannot move out of my hiding spot. There is simply no blind spot. But then, sitting here until I get exposed is no different from digging my own grave.
The temperature sensor registers a drop in temperature, and I feel the winds becoming stronger. The time has come. A snowstorm.
Very shortly after, the menacing winds swirl the forest, blowing up the snow. The pine trees firmly rooted to the ground also cannot withstand the impact, and they start tilting. The vision has turned pretty bad, and I turn on the thermal goggles to look more clearly. I slide out of the boulder and beam the Intruders with my guns. A slightly improved version, not only piercing effect, but also improved heat damage. They will either die from the shot or thermal shock. The higher damage output is at the cost of higher vulnerability to wear and tear.
From the hill, Mirai is providing cover shots. From a distance of approximately three to four hundred metres, the pulses of penetrating laser take down the weaklings, one by one. The boss one is regaining his caution, when we have knocked down essentially his scout, and I have approached him with a flamethrower. The snowstorm also quickly ends, leaving the turbulent field with dispersing pine nuts, snow and some dirt.
This Intruder is no good news. As soon as I get to see it up close instead of through the blurry goggles, it is a 6-foot figure but now has changed to another form. It is now covered with lightweight armour and close-combat arms. I jump backwards right before he draws a combat knife and swings it across my face.
I put the flamethrower onto my back, and take out a submachine gun with a long photon bayonet. The Intruder dashes forward, holding two short knives. I dodge the charged attack and counter with a few shots, but they do not do well in penetrating the armour.
I throw two sticky grenades at him. They stick to the armour and explode, but besides irritating him, there is no significant impact.
The weather has turned for the worse. The sky is again greyish with clouds, signalling another spine-chilling snowstorm. The vision would shrink, and it will be either escape or death.
I snap my fingers, and a swarm of Suicide Drones emerges from the air, attacking the boss Intruder. Some are deflected, but they explode and blow up the snow surrounding him. The wind comes and coats the forest, again, in a thick blanket of mist. I grab at the chance and run from him, towards the direction of the camp.
The winds blow and stop periodically like waves, making evasions and camouflage more convenient. Near the camp, I set up and trigger the EMP device. A strong electromagnetic pulse emerges, temporarily disabling the electronic devices of the Intruders nearby. Combined with the weather that would discourage anyone to fix them, I launch a blitzkrieg.
- Mirai, launch an air strike now. We have a few minutes before their air defence system works again!
- Roger that!
Sitting in a corner, I open the tablet and watch the swarm of blue arrows from every direction. In the sky, despite the blizzard raging, it is overwhelmed with the sirens from the military camp, along with the loud engine noises from our planes. About twenty big ones, half of them are Pyro-planes, and the rest are typical aircraft carrying ballistic missiles and planes with electric rays. There are also swarms of small Suicide drones, tracking Intruders with sensors, charging at them and exploding upon impact.
The camp is scorched with raging fire, even though the temperature is low. Missiles plunge at the big infrastructures like plane storages and dorms, decimating the low-rating Intruders. Aircraft blast deadly electric rays towards the ground, damaging electronic devices and electrocuting the remaining Intruders trying to escape.
Their air defence system automatically calibrates and aims at the planes, but the squadrons of Suicide Drones attach themselves to the barrels of their launcher and detonate, bringing their last resort down. After a few minutes, up to ninety-nine per cent of their infrastructure has been reduced to ash and metal scraps, and I halt the air assault. The tablet shows exactly five red marks left in the middle of the military camp. Seems like the Intruder who chased me before has retreated after hearing of the air attack.
- Mirai, the field is cleared. Please direct the satellite towards the coordinates I mark on the map, and move to a nearer location to standby and observe. Prepare to engage the five bosses.
- Thanks. The satellite will be ready in five minutes. Permission to trigger another EMP attack.
The updated version of the map of the military camp has been uploaded onto the tablet. The five red marks are seen to disperse to hold different corners. I will wait for them to be sufficiently far from each other.
Mirai has found a nearer hill. She is currently setting up the railgun. The strategy is that since we cannot attack them head-on, we will assassinate them with a critical hit from a railgun, and buy some time to recharge.
The first one is currently patrolling in the North-East section. After confirming the distance, the wind direction and locking the target, Mirai presses the trigger, making the first shot. At a muzzle velocity of nearly eight kilometres per second, the bullet, packed with massive kinetic energy, penetrates the layers of protective armour of the first Intruder, piercing through its core. The first red mark disappears from the map, and the four other marks are seen to gather around again.
- First shot, hit. Please recharge for the second shot. I will distract them before they can reach the corpse and analyse where it comes from.
- Roger. Recharging electricity takes ten minutes. The satellite is on standby, ready to attack when called.
Another snowstorm comes, blowing dirt and snow everywhere. I infiltrate the camp, heading directly towards North-East.
Anywhere I walk past, there are metal scraps and blocks of reinforced cement broken into pieces, collapsed on the ground into piles. There are also scents of smoke in the air, despite the strong winds trying to disperse them, showing how devastating the air attack is. Sometimes, I can see the remains of one or two unlucky Intruders, unable to run away from the rain of missiles, thunder and streams of fire, taking all the damage and getting burned to death. The eerie atmosphere of a "fresh", living graveyard, plus the unrelenting vibe of a cold winter with shrieking gales, makes my blood run cold.
The North-East section is one of the strongholds located near the border of the military camp. Other strongholds are the South-East, the North-West, and the South-West. The last one is the only one right at the centre. Attacking the central stronghold will give away a free advantage for the remaining Intruders since it is a rendezvous that can give easy access to the whole military camp. Attacking the corner one, while still raising their alert and forcing them to gather, there is a good chance that they will gather at the point where their ally is killed. And they did.
All of a sudden, my gut feeling tells me that something is wrong. From the tablet, Mirai's voice propagates through the air, as clear as the daylight.
- Yuusha, their communication system has been recalibrated. The EMP system will be useless for the next few hours. With proper communication, they will be able to transmit information and scan the whole military camp. At the moment, they may be heading for you, please retreat...
The voice suddenly stops. In the sky, flocks of bird-like drones blanket the blue colour one would normally see. Observing their behaviour, they are autonomous aerial drones from the Intruders, which jam any of our electromagnetic signals. The tablet's interface shows a signal disruption, and the only data it manages to save is the instantaneous map, with four red marks pointing at a direction that is no longer towards the North-East section.
They are pointing towards me.
Losing connection with Mirai is equivalent to me unable to use satellite attacks or call out anything from the arsenal with the tablet. Right now, in my backpack, I have to make the most out of a flamethrower with a full fuel chamber, a bunch of tactical grenades, a submachine gun with a photon bayonet, and some other useless item. I cannot combat in this state.
In a desperate state, the ultimate decision is to buy enough time with whatever I have, until Mirai fixes the problem, and gets the second shot locked and loaded.
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
The second day of the trip to Australia comes. It is early in the morning, when one can still see the faint image of the moon in the sky. And yet, someone is interrupting my sleep. Someone that everybody in the world knows. - Wake up. We need to prepare for the expedition to Huntly Mine. Their people will arrive at the hotel to pick us up at eight sharp. - Mirai is throwing a pillow at me, who is currently half-awake and trying to hold his ground on the bed. For a freelancer whose life is always threatened by unexpected project invitations and weird customer demands, getting to sleep in bed is nothing less than a brutal fight with time. And now, as a self-proclaimed hero, there is no difference. - No... Five more minutes... - I cover myself with the blanket. - After drinking that big jar of draft beer and getting back to the hotel, you immediately pass out, and I have to bring you to bed. And it was only like nine o'clock. - Mirai complains and throws a
We are put in a very passive situation. I do not carry any weapon, and Mirai obviously cannot reach out to the tablet. We need to keep a low profile to enter the mine, yet push comes to shove, and now, we seem to have no choice. I try to make eye contact with Mirai, but she seems like she has an idea in mind. No, the overwhelming confidence on that calm face means that she has planned for the worst-case scenario. - Oh, sorry. The thing is that I lost my left arm in a car accident. My arm is currently replaced with a metallic prosthetic one. Here. Mirai detaches her left arm. She holds the arm with her right hand and brings it towards the screening gate. It beeps (obviously). The officer still raises his eyebrows in suspicion, while Mirai is attaching her left arm back. Eye to eye with him, with gleaming sincerity, Mirai is trying to guilt-trip the officer into believing in her narrative. - OK, I can believe you regarding that. - He sighs. - But just in case,
After about ten minutes, a train arrives at our station. As expected, it is just the driver's carriage when you look at it from the outside. After the door opens, Albert signals us to step in. I withdraw my thoughts. The interior of the train is upgraded to match the standards of a commercial train, even more luxurious than a typical commercial train. There is air conditioning and air filters installed, and even the tiniest details are spotless. The carriage contains the driver's chamber, which takes half of the space of the carriage, partially separated by the table area, taking the other half. Albert enters the driver's chamber and scans his card on the receptor placed in the centre of the steering wheel to register a driver. After that, the set of buttons and levers emerges beside his driver's seat. He presses a button. We hear a long beeping sound, then the engine starts working. Yeah, this train has definitely been around since the twentieth century. It is shaking from a
- 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