I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 1024: Chapter 629: The Meaning of Life_1 Chapter 1024: Chapter 629: The Meaning of Life_1 Earth, Spring 2909 A.D.

It was a time of renewal on Earth when all things came back to life, and winter turned to spring.

In the Nameless Fleet, Tiffany Bell slowly rose from the cryogenic chamber. Countless pieces of combat suits flew out of the eight storage boxes next to her chamber and spun in the air, quickly assembling onto her one piece at a time.

Her cryogenic chamber was unique, with a separate large storeroom.

Next to her chamber, there was the T100 Folco Armor, which had been modified countless times over the years, making it completely different from its original model years ago.

This was to make it convenient for Tiffany to enter the armor and join the battle immediately upon awakening in case of an emergency.

For many years, she had been the backbone of the Nameless Fleet.

Now, the situation was no different, and perhaps more important than ever before.

In the hearts of any generation, her existence held a lofty significance.

Successors of the fleet had never witnessed the rise of humanity from a single star and the slow, stumbling progress through the entire Morrowind Empire. They had no reverence for the generations of pioneers who colonized the stars, thinking it easy for humanity’s technology to travel from one planet to another and take root.

They subconsciously ignored the hardships of those early pioneers described in historical materials, neglecting the brutal struggles against alien nature when technology was not yet advanced enough for them to leave Earth and venture to the distant stars.

A small abnormal storm or a crack in the wall of an alien base could instantly obliterate a base with hundreds of thousands or even more inhabitants. These people would die without even being able to let out a single wail.

People in the Free Will Alliance took what they had for granted, thinking the storms they encountered while colonizing planets, alien invasions, and disastrous ship malfunctions that wiped out entire fleets were only myths of ancient stories, rather than the blood and tears shed by their ancestors.

However, during their growth, almost everyone saw, with their own eyes, the legendary Tiffany Bell charging into enemies with armor that had been broken and repaired countless times.

Everyone knew that because Tiffany had given up her soul to become humanity’s sharpest blade, the most fierce warrior, and the most responsible instructor, humanity had been able to avoid the risks of exposure one time after another during the long journey of two hundred years, reaching the current position and giving birth to the current population.

There was no doubt that Tiffany was a living legend in the fleet.

The Free Will Alliance denied the significance of the fleet’s progress, the lofty ideals pursued by the First Generation, the vows upheld by the pioneers like Quentin Cooper, but they had never denied Tiffany’s courage to face sacrifice and the fame she earned from countless battles wearing the armor.

The coup staged by the Free Will took place during Tiffany’s regular hibernation period.

Some even wanted to secretly take Tiffany, who was in cryogenic sleep, with them, hoping that when the totem awakened, she would see a new strain of human civilization in another stellar system.

But what was destined to happen would eventually occur.

Humanity’s sharpest blade is only unsheathed in times of utmost danger.

Tiffany Bell, who had linearized all her emotions, possessed both the most compassionate benevolence and the most ruthless determination.

She no longer considered the meaning of life or whether her enemies were human, Compound-Eyed Observers, or something else entirely.

In her world, there were only two points and one line.

The two points were herself and the enemy, while the line was the trail of blood spurting out as she razed her enemies.

Tiffany completed the information exchange with the Doomsday Suppression Program in just 0.1 seconds.

Her combat retinal projection immediately marked targets.

Tens of thousands of ships and billions of combat units were marked in two colors.

The lesser portion, red, represented the enemy – humans.

This was the first time since human and the AI Star entered the interstellar era that they had marked their own ships as red.

In the course of history, some things were bound to happen eventually, and they were unstoppable.

Due to Harrison Clark’s presence and his legacy, the birth of the red belonging to their own people was postponed for hundreds of years, but some things were only late, never absent.

Civilization was like a person; throughout life, the body was destined to produce some cancer cells.

If the immune system suppresses them in time, these cancer cells would quietly disappear.

If left unchecked or if the immune system fails, the cancer cells will continue to spread until the person is consumed.

The T100’s self-check system activated.

The self-check was fast.

1%, 5%, 11%… 80%…

As Tiffany’s armor self-check was about to complete, a squad of Free Will Warriors in portable armor appeared outside Kamilia Camp’s door.

Boom!

The door was blasted open.

Kamilia was hovering by the window, silently staring outside.

She could no longer see the beautiful virtual starry sky.

The ripple effect of the war initiated by the Free Will Alliance had destroyed the aesthetic purpose of the simulated starry sky projection.

Kamilia didn’t turn to face the commotion behind her; instead, she continued to gaze into the darkness from afar, her left hand on the window frame while her right hand gently stroked her lower abdomen.

Kamilia’s strange calm confused the armor-clad soldiers at the door.