Jason followed him toward the trench, then turned back and raised an eyebrow at Malin — compared to Sostak No.3’s cautious attitude toward biochemical humans, Jason seed to have a natural fondness for Konen, as if an elder toward a younger generation.
anwhile, Mr. ng walked up to Malin: "This child... A child born of humans and biochemical humans, has a natural curiosity about firearms. Unlike his predecessors, he doesn’t seem bad at handling firearms."
"Are you worried the biochemical humans might start mastering firearms?" Malin asked.
"Yes, their physiques are already naturally stronger than humans. If they gain mastery of our technology, perhaps the era of biochemical humans will truly arrive."
"They can’t even forge an axe without bending the blade, and yet you’re worrying about such distant possibilities. Yes, this child is a half-blood, but think about it, Mr. ng — how many humans would truly fall in love with them? In this world, people mostly follow their ’five senses’ when it cos to the ’three views’ of humanity. That’s still the mainstream, isn’t it?" Malin was not entirely dismissive, and his words made Mr. ng reluctantly acknowledge so truth in them.
"You’re right..." Mr. ng replied, then looked up alongside Malin, as both of them heard the sound of gunfire.
Jason’s reprimanding voice rang out at the sa ti: "I told you to aim along three points in alignnt, and you did that — but how did you manage to shoot the ground beneath your feet on such a short distance? Fire another shot."
Malin watched the child raise the firearm and fire another round.
Very steady, with no trembling due to recoil.
"...Mr. Malin, can you co over for a mont?" Jason stared at the trench silently for a while, then turned his head to look at Malin.
Malin, taking Mr. ng along, walked over to see the buffaloes lying at the trench bottom — most of them had broken their legs. The earlier gunfire had triggered their genetically inherited fear of humans, causing them to instinctively try to flee. However, with broken legs, they could only collapse helplessly on the ground.
"Kid, what’s going on?"
"I... When I fire the gun, my hands shake uncontrollably." The child turned to Malin, answering with so embarrassnt.
Malin instructed him to fire another shot and, sure enough, witnessed the phenonon clearly this ti from his side — the gun barrel shifted unnaturally as he pulled the trigger.
"It’s genetic-level behavior. Though this kid is mixed-blood, this particular trait has been passed down — an involuntary hand tremor during aiming and firing. Must be a European thing," Jason muttered to Malin.
No wonder biochemical humans mostly stick to lee weapons.
Malin sighed, then swapped the child’s gun for a double-barreled shotgun with the stock and barrel sawed off: "No need to aim. Point at the target and pull the trigger, try it."
"You’re a genius." Jason clapped his hands.
This ti, Konen didn’t tremble — the pellets from the shotgun accurately hit the buffalo in the trench.
"This gun is yours now, kid." Malin patted the exhilarated Konen’s head, then turned to Mr. ng: "Tonight, we’re having beef. Get your soldiers over to start moving them."
Mr. ng watched as each buffalo, wrapped in Malin’s spiritual energy, levitated out of the trench. He quickly called out to the soldiers behind him pushing carts, who naturally sward forward — though buffalo at was tough, they were difficult to hunt, and the sheer number today ant the soldiers could savor the taste of at for the days to co.
"The ship fleet will rest here for the next week. We’ll stockpile enough food and continue along the coastline, rounding the southern tip of India until we reach Jidaport. This region is dangerous. There’ll be Indian rafts, Chaos fleets, and those undead pirate ships appearing along this stretch of the voyage."
"Undead pirate ships still?" Malin asked curiously.
"Yes. No one knows where these undead ca from, but their ships look incredibly ancient. The trouble with them is that you can’t eliminate them completely — even if you destroy their ships with cannon fire, you might still see that sa ship leaping out of the sea again soday." Mr. ng lanted. "We’ve always tried to establish a northwest overland route, but factors like the mountainous terrain of Central Asia, the omnipresent Chaos, and the crazed Spirits and different kinds are our frontier group’s greatest foes. Despite the enemies at sea, it’s comparatively safer."
"Relatively safe," Malin chuckled.
"Indeed, relatively safe." Mr. ng and the fleet mbers laughed out loud.
......
That evening, everyone enjoyed dinner heartily. Malin used spiritual energy as a knife to slice thin pieces of beef and added seasonings, allowing everyone to relish the joys of barbecue. Although the at was tough, Malin used his spiritual energy to break down the tendons and fibers, making the beef effortlessly tender — truly lt-in-your-mouth.
After dinner, Malin walked alone to the top of Deyar Port’s lighthouse.
The subtropical climate made the night air warm. Sitting at the top, Malin gazed at the night sky, where the galaxy shone brightly.
"You seem to really enjoy stargazing." ng Quyi peeked her head out from the lighthouse stairwell, resembling a groundhog poking its head adorably from its burrow.
She climbed up and stood beside Malin, looking at the stars.
Soon, she grew bored. The girl turned her attention to Malin instead.
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