Multi-Gene



As the crew members occupying the control station bore witness to the bone-chilling scene unfolding before their very eyes, a suffocating sense of dread swept over them, causing panic to ignite within their hearts. Fear tightened its grip, rendering them helpless, their voices stifled to mere whispers as they choked back sobs, fearful of making the slightest noise that could potentially draw the attention of the monstrous presence lurking in their midst.

At this moment, the man with gills on his fave as well as the Kirkard and the two others who had managed to fight off the remnants of the Pirates burst through the door leading to the passageway.

Upon seeing them, David warned in a serious tone. "Retreat backwards, this guy is extremely dangerous!"

The man with peculiar gills on his face let out a snort, expelling a mouthful of gas that dissipated into the surrounding air, resembling evaporating steam.

"Even if he's considered dangerous, do you really think he can withstand the collective strength of all five of us?" questioned the Kirkard, his head nodding in agreement. He further commented, "Those pirates are nothing more than insignificant scoundrels. Dealing with them should be a breeze. Based on my observation, that individual is merely a mediocre brat with a mid-galaxy rank."

With a solemn shake of his head, David declined to utter another word. He firmly believed that he had given his absolute best, and if others were so insistent on tempting fate, he had no intention of assuming the role of a parental figure who would cater to their needs and ensure their well-being.

"Kill that damned pirate!" Eliminate that accursed pirate!" With a thunderous roar reverberating from the Kirkard, the four charged toward the young man with wild abandon.

Distinct energy waves radiated from each of them as they launched their consecutive assaults.

The moisture in the air coalesced before the man with the gill, transforming into an enormous trident that aimed to impale the young man. 

The Kirkard unleashed a resounding bellow, accompanied by a decisive slap. His hands rapidly expanded, morphing into a massive crocodile-like claw, its sharp claws fiercely lashing out toward the young man's chest.

Meanwhile, the remaining two assailants, lacking in physical prowess, relied on energy-based weaponry to bolster their strength. The third individual brandished a hammer surging with propulsive jet streams, erupting with tremendous force. Simultaneously, the fourth mercenary, a female combatant, hurled numerous diminutive objects infused with compact yet devastating explosives in the direction of the young man.

David furrowed his brow, squinting his eyes as he closely observed the relentless onslaught from the four assailants. Their attacks were formidable, executed with remarkable speed and brutality. It became glaringly apparent to him that an ordinary individual with a mere galaxy rank would have no conceivable chance of enduring such a barrage of assaults. The sheer strength, precision, and ferocity displayed by the attackers was astonishing. There was no way a normal galaxy ranked individual will be able to withstand such attacks. 

Sadly, the young man wasn't even close to normal! He spread his hands wide as though to welcome the incoming attacks. 

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" The resounding echoes of explosive reverberations filled the air, shaking the surroundings with a tremendous force.

In a dazzling display, an array of radiant lights burst forth, illuminating the scene with a mesmerizing brilliance. Deadly shockwaves surged outward, unleashing their destructive power upon the environment. Pressurized air and compressed wind collided with unyielding vigor, unleashing a chaotic tempest of energy.

The sheer magnitude of their attacks was akin to a warhead supercharged with unrelenting force. The aftermath of their onslaught left naught but devastation in its wake, obliterating everything within a vast twenty-meter radius. The once-intact space ship now bore the scars of their assault, as a colossal hole had been ripped open at its pinnacle.

Fortuitously, this was no ordinary space ship. Its construction had been meticulously planned and executed, possessing a remarkable fortification in the form of an additional layer underneath its primary exterior shell. This structural design rendered it more resilient and capable of withstanding internal attacks.

The second layer of the space ship acted as a safeguard, serving as a barrier against the destructive forces unleashed by the assailants. It absorbed the impact, preventing the full extent of the devastation from penetrating deeper into the vessel. Thanks to this strategic construction, the space ship remained intact, its integrity upheld despite the ferocity of the onslaught.

Within the chaotic aftermath, a tense moment of relief washed over the passengers.

But in the blink of an eye, In a mere moment, swift as the fluttering of an eyelid, the man adorned with gills on his face, alongside the formidable Kirkard being and the two additional combatants, were abruptly propelled backward through the air. Blood gushed forth from their mouths, cascading in crimson streams, while their bodies left behind four distinct human-shaped indentations upon the nearby wall.

The impact of the invisible force proved fatal for the two mercenaries, their bodies convulsing as they expelled blood mixed with fragments of their internal organs. Their lives were extinguished in an instant.

As for the Kirkard and the man with the facial gills, they swiftly reached for and hurriedly used various medicinal substances, diligently injecting and swallowing them into their system.

Gradually, the effects of the attack and their grievous wounds took their toll. The Kirkard, his robust physique yielding to the strain, faltered and succumbed to unconsciousness. His towering presence was diminished as he collapsed, a mere shell of his former formidable self.

Similarly, the man with the intricate gill structure on his visage, gasped for precious breaths, his vitality fading with each labored exhale. The medicines coursing through his veins fought valiantly against the inevitable, yet even their potency had its limits. Ultimately, he too succumbed to the relentless onslaught of weariness, his body surrendering to unconsciousness as he slumped to the ground.

The scene was now cloaked in an eerie silence, broken only by the faint echoes of labored breathing and the somber specter of impending demise. 

David stood completely still, his body immobile and devoid of any action that could aid the situation. His gaze, devoid of emotion or discernible expression, fixated on the young man before him.

After a brief period of silence, David's voice broke the stillness. "Are you heading for the Millennial Genius Meet?" David suddenly asked. 

This question instantly made the young man freeze and his unbothered face finally showed signs of interest. 

Ignoring the two who aren't dead, he looked towards David with a look of surprise. "How come you know about that?"

"There are a lot of things in this world that I know which you wouldn't be able to comprehend."

The young man stared at David as though to see if he was actually serious before he chuckled. "It doesn't matter how you knew anyway. You are simply too weak to get an invitation needless attend. Though capped at peak-galaxy rank, those at the early-galaxy ranked would absolutely decimate you."

David remained silent, rendering the entire cockpit as well as passageway silent. Suddenly he David shook his head and tutted. 

"Hmm. Tch-Tch-Tch. I really hoped you were much stronger."

This time, the youth's face darkened. "You dare mock me!?"