hotmtlnovel Chapter 12: A Death Notice with a 99.8% Success Rate
Chapter 12: A Death Notice with a 99.8% Success Rate
[Date: February 6, CE71]
[ZAFT Army, Kruze's flagship - Gamov]
The bridge was as cold as iron.
With a light tap of his fingertip, Xiao Ran sent a combat plan called "Necklace" to the tactical mastermind.
On the screen, the data stream weaves a perfect trap.
The prey: the Archangel, and the Eighth Fleet advance team that was eager to die.
"Captain Kruze."
His voice came through the communicator, steady and without the slightest fluctuation.
"The original plan had too many variables, all because the irrational emotions of the enemy commander were underestimated."
"The 'noose' plan fills all the gaps, luring the enemy to the EB-3 meteorite reef area. The magnetic field interference in this area will reduce the enemy ship's radar effectiveness by 40% and block its retreat."
"The success rate of capturing or annihilating the enemy will increase from 73.4% to 99.8%."
Data is his only belief.
Foolish mistakes caused by excessive emotion must be corrected by absolute rationality. As for the lives lost on the battlefield, they are merely a necessary cost on the path to the "optimal solution."
A moment later, Kruse's cheerful voice came through the communicator.
"A very interesting plan, Xiao Ran. Your data is always so...pleasant."
"Granted."
[A secret manor on the Orb colony]
The sun is warm.
Su Yunxiu was pruning the withered leaves of a Dendrobium orchid, the golden scissors flying lightly between her fingers.
Suddenly, a barely perceptible vibration came from the terminal on my wrist, which was disguised as a silver ornament.
A few "future silhouettes" vanished in the air in an instant.
A series of shrill noises filled with the twisting and exploding of metal.
A cold, cosmic coordinate system.
A name flashed through the gaps in the noise—"George Alsta".
Su Yunxiu paused for half a second while trimming.
Destruction, location, victim.
An "accident" targeting the commander of the Eighth Fleet is about to occur within hours.
She picked up the encrypted terminal without making a sound, her slender fingers dancing rapidly across the virtual keyboard.
"Investigate all of Jorge Alsta's recent movements and ZAFT's Kruse team's plans. Top priority."
The instruction has been issued.
She gently put down the scissors, picked up the bone china teacup, and took a small sip of Ceylon black tea. Her gaze drifted to the starry sky outside the window, and a faint smile curved her lips.
The brutes on the chessboard have once again resorted to the least efficient form of violence.
Earth Alliance Army, Alaska Base, Three Levels Underground
The smell of disinfectant pungently entered my nasal cavity.
Chen Kai was strapped to a cold metal bed with restraints, and drug withdrawal symptoms caused every muscle in his body to spasm.
He gritted his teeth, letting out a low, animalistic panting sound, his prison uniform soaked with cold sweat.
From the news broadcaster in the corner, a clear and official tone came through.
"...My valiant Eighth Fleet advance team has successfully broken through ZAFT's defenses...The overall commander of this operation is none other than..."
"Alstar..."
The name was like a red-hot iron rod, scalding into his chaotic consciousness.
The fire in Heliopolis, the VIP girl he risked his life to protect... that was his daughter.
Then, he became a prisoner of ZAFT, then "supplies" of the Combine, and finally, here he is a "reinforcement part" that cannot be spoken of.
His cheat system, the "Burning Life" berserk system, gave no hints.
But the deep-seated hatred for the words "Earth Alliance" was clearer than any alarm.
He slowly closed his eyes.
live.
Then, he tore these pieces of trash who treated him as cogs, along with their fleets, visions, hopes... into cosmic dust.
[Archangel, Bridge]
"...They are expected to rendezvous with us at the designated coordinates in ten minutes! Repeat, we're saved!"
Maru Ramias's suppressed excitement echoed throughout the ship via the internal broadcast system.
The bridge was instantly engulfed in a wave of jubilant cheers.
"Very good!"
Frey Alstar wept with joy, clutching Kira's arm tightly beside her, her face bearing the purest and most radiant smile since the collapse of Heliopolis.
"Kira, can you hear that?! It's my dad! Dad did it!"
Amidst the jubilation, only Ling Yu stood out awkwardly in the corner.
The system terminal on his wrist, disguised as an ordinary watch, was flashing a scarlet alarm that only he could see.
In my field of vision, the cold stream of data cascades down like a waterfall, devoid of any emotion.
[Warning: High-intensity isotopic interference detected!]
[Analysis of Interference Source Attributes: 'Order', 'Logic', 'Optimal Solution'.]
[Worldline Correction: A meticulously calculated ambush has been planned and adopted by the enemy. The plan is logically flawless and will exploit human weaknesses to create a fatal trap.]
[Analysis result: The survival probability of the key plot character 'George Alsta' has been revised to: 0.01%.]
[WARNING: The key plot character 'Frei Alstar' is in an extremely unstable mental state. Her father's death will lead to an irreversible 'Revenge Princess' path of corruption.]
[A "Chess Player Conflict" event has been detected, generating an epic limited-time quest: [The Vengeful Princess Who Turns the Tide].]
[Mission Objective: Break the logical loop of the 'optimal strategy' and ensure George Alsta's survival.]
[Task Reward: [Technical Data on Miniature Nuclear Fusion Furnace (1/3 Incomplete)]]
[Failure Penalty: Frey Alster is completely corrupted, the worldline deviation increases by 70%, the Archangel faction will trigger an "Internal Strife" event, and subsequent missions will be upgraded to "Hell" difficulty.]
Ling Yu's pupils suddenly contracted.
Appositive Interferator... Another "Player"!
This isn't a plot device; it's a man-made disaster!
That bastard hiding in the shadows, codenamed "Optimal Solution," treated the lives of thousands of people like numbers on a calculator and simply pressed the delete key for his so-called "strategic advantage"!
He suddenly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the cheering crowd and landing precisely on Frey's face, which shone with hope.
This glimmer of hope is a lie.
This hope is poison.
It was a death notice, handwritten by another "player" and delivered by Kruse, with a success rate of 99.8%!
"Hold!"
Ling Yu cursed under his breath, and the playful smile and cynicism on his face vanished without a trace.
Instead, there was an almost insane determination.
Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, he suddenly sprang out from the corner, shoved aside the celebrating Miriam, snatched the CIC communication headset from her head, and put it on!
"Ling Yu! What are you doing?!"
Natal Bajiru shouted sternly, her right hand instinctively pressing against the pistol at her waist.
Maru stood up in shock: "Ling Yu! Get off your position immediately!"
However, Ling Yu completely ignored their warnings.
He frantically pressed buttons on the control panel, his fingertips creating a series of afterimages as he forcibly activated the emergency public address channel.
He spoke into the microphone with all his might, unleashing a hysterical roar that instantly silenced the entire bridge.
"This is the Archangel! Repeat! This is the Archangel! Can you guys in the Eighth Fleet hear me?!"
"Your flight path is a trap! An encirclement lies ahead! A massive conspiracy!"
His voice cracked with excitement, sounding like a madman driven insane by immense pressure.
"Believe me! I saw it clearly! There's at least one full squadron of King lying in ambush along your flight path! And...and...that's right!"
A glint of madness flashed in his eyes as he roared out the line he had long wanted to shout out.
"And Char! The red one! The one in the Zaku! He's coming at three times the speed! Run! If you don't run, Frey's dad will turn into a space ghost and come to talk to you every night!"
The entire bridge was deathly silent.
Everyone, including Natal who had just been shouting at him, looked at him as if he were crazy.
There was no anger in those eyes, only shock, incomprehension, and deep pity.
It's as if you're watching a pitiful person who was blinded by immense hope, only to be completely crushed by the pressure of war.
Only Frey Alsta's smile froze.
She didn't understand anything about Char or triple speed.
But the phrase "Frei's father is about to become a male ghost in the universe" was like an ice-cold awl, piercing her heart.
Ling Yu was breathing heavily, ignoring all the gazes around him.
He just stared intently at the green dot on the control panel that represented the friendly fleet.
The crazy talk has already been uttered.
Now, it's up to you... whether you believe a madman or not.