PGVCW 81

Playing God in Various Catastrophic Worlds

Chapter 81: The Ancient Records of the Mother Planet

While the Yunxing military vessels scoured the sector back and forth in search of Xia Wang'an, she and 007 had in fact never departed.

Instead, utilizing spiritual qi, she had erected a subtle concealing array matrix. The pair sat comfortably atop a drifting meteorite, nonchalantly observing detection drones hopping between spatial debris.

They even engaged in casual conversation.

"Their response speed is remarkably swift."

Observing the densely deployed, highly disciplined military vessels below, Xia Wang'an's thoughts drifted to the armed forces of the Xia Kingdom.

Although the Xia Kingdom possessed no spacefaring vessels, nor the advanced spatial traversal technology of Yunxing, the tactical discipline of both armies appeared strikingly similar.

The Secret Conversation

007 nodded in agreement, though his gaze carried a lingering trace of subtle vigilance whenever it swept past the Yunxing personnel exploring in their fur-covered beast-forms.

He privately resolved to sprout a pair of furry beast ears for himself as well.

"Do not sprout animal ears; what if you confuse your human identity?"

007 opened his eyes wide in surprise. Upon his handsomely crafted human visage, a characteristic expression of system obedience mingled with sheepish self-consciousness manifested.

His face virtually broadcasted the query: How did Host discern my inner thoughts?

Xia Wang'an found his reaction adorable and reached out to pinch his cheek. Though the tactile feedback differed from soft animal fur, when it came to comforting familiarity, she still preferred 007.

"You write everything clearly across your face."

007 clutched his face in sheepish embarrassment.

Having inhabited a human form for only a brief duration, he had yet to adapt to possessing facial features capable of broadcasting emotion.

Xia Wang'an smiled brightly: "Very well, I shall refrain from petting them. At worst, once we resolve the Corrupter threat, we can adopt a small kitten together."

007's spirits brightened instantaneously, and he nodded with earnest enthusiasm. Fully cognizant of his host's aesthetic preferences, he immediately declared:

"We shall adopt a small white kitten."

The Assembly of High Commands

While the duo chatted idly, the deployment of detection drones and bestial search squads yielded zero results.

The universe was simply too vast. The inhabitants of Yunxing had long assumed they had thoroughly conquered the cosmos—at least the sectors accessible to their exploratory technology.

Yet today's extraordinary event compelled them to harbor profound doubts.

Could there exist another branch of humanoid life form dwelling within the boundless cosmic expanse?

The inherent advantage of an interstellar civilization lay in its technological prowess, which fostered an expansive worldview.

When handling sudden operational anomalies, their institutional protocols mirrored the Xia Kingdom's approach closely.

First, deploy military forces to execute comprehensive reconnaissance under maximum safety protocols. While field squads scoured the sector, domain specialists across diverse disciplines were either dispatched directly or provided secondary video logs, commencing rigorous analysis of the mysterious maiden.

The video archives comprised recordings captured by passing civilian starships as well as internal surveillance footage from the rescue vessel.

A specialized investigative team formed rapidly, analyzing the footage frame by frame. Their initial conclusion definitively ruled out optical fabrication or digital alteration.

"She genuinely possesses the capacity to breathe naturally within the vacuum of space. While our Yunxing citizens can endure outer space for limited durations in beast-form, we cannot execute respiratory exchange in space without specialized rebreathers. Beast-form survival relies entirely on sustained breath-holding; yet her physiology differs fundamentally. Observe here—her thoracic expansion displays a rhythmic respiratory cadence."

"Her behavioral patterns display extreme alignment with baseline humanity. We suspect she may indeed be human, albeit following a evolutionary trajectory distinct from Yunxing."

"Her flight dynamics violate standard biomechanical principles. No propulsion apparatus or auxiliary flight gear can be detected across all recorded angles. In other words, she achieves unassisted levitation—an operational impossibility under known physics."

As the research teams worked feverishly, extracted intelligence reports were funneled directly to the highest echelons of the Federation.

A council of formidable Yunxing figures—each capable of shaking entire planetary systems—gathered around a central briefing table.

The Botanical Verification

Had it merely been a humanoid entity capable of open-space respiration, it would not have commanded the presence of so many high-ranking dignitaries.

What truly galvanized their attention was the fact that this maiden, possessing a human countenance, had produced a verified specimen of natural flora.

"The atmospheric analysis team has finalized testing. Residual airborne particles within the vessel confirm the authentic signature of natural plant matter."

"The medical team has completed full physical evaluations. Pilot Temiao of military vessel QIN-3249089 has regained full cognitive lucidity, his genetic frenzy has been suppressed, and his extracted blood profile displays perfect equilibrium. Ingestion of natural flora is confirmed."

"Comprehensive physical examinations have been conducted on all onboard witnesses, comparing current metrics against previous baseline health records. Every individual's psychic stability metric has surged upward by thirty percent. Subjective statements align uniformly; all subjects report immediate physiological relief upon inhaling the botanical fragrance."

"Surveillance telemetry indicates the botanical specimen possessed a green outer skin, cylindrical geometry, a hollow core structure, and a white fibrous root base. Neural database cross-referencing confirms identity matching the [Scallion], a species declared extinct thirty years prior."

A series of meticulously documented, rigorously verified dossiers were presented to the Yunxing high command.

The Ancient Legacy

After a protracted silence, a general spoke up: "Hence, natural flora is not extinct. Within this vast universe, other living botanical specimens remain."

"Splendid. Now for the troubling intelligence: public discourse across the Interstellar Net is escalating out of control. The military's official channels are flooded with demands to release this supposed 'new technology' to resolve frequent starship incidents."

Another general seated nearby chuckled softly: "The favorable news is that we can declassify the rediscovery of natural flora. I trust the public will redirect their entire focus toward botanical recovery, ceasing their pressure regarding nonexistent technological breakthroughs."

A Grand Marshal slammed her hand onto the table: "And subsequently, they will demand we locate this abruptly manifested humanoid entity! My search units have practically turned that entire sector upside down, yet haven't uncovered a single root hair of natural flora! Are you absolute certain these video feeds aren't sophisticated fakes?"

Her outburst resonated with several attendees. Every official present had authorized units to join the botanical search operation, yet none had secured tangible results.

Volatile temperaments characterized every commander in the chamber, a reality accepted as standard protocol. The genetic madness lurking within their bloodlines exerted relentless pressure, with those possessing larger beast-forms enduring proportionately severe affliction.

That they could remain seated calmly in this chamber reflected extraordinary personal discipline.

Therein lay the tragic despair of Yunxing: regardless of rank or competence, every citizen carried a self-destructive genetic frenzy within their DNA. Even legendary Grand Marshals and decorated war generals suffered progressive psychological erosion over time, enduring agonizing internal torment every single second.

Just as the atmosphere in the room reached a boiling point—saturated with the volatile urge of "I'm going insane from not finding natural flora, let's just brawl"—a civilian official possessing a smaller beast-form and milder genetic affliction spoke up with relative composure:

"Although her attire appears completely unfamiliar, our neural database cross-referenced her design against ancient mythic archives from our Mother Planet dating back thirty thousand years."

"We are currently assembling a team of top archeologists..."

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