"It is just very unfortunate for everyone else that I could kill everyone. But fortunately for everyone else, there is a certain breed of species that could stop …
…You."
There was a certain feeling that crawled through the back of Zac's neck as he heard that. He knew what Riley was capable of; what he was truly capable of. Perhaps aside from Aerith and Caitlain'Ur, he was the only themarian that knew.
Even Princess Es only knew of a part of his strength, but not the full extent of his capabilities. Zac was a witness of that during their first eting in the bar at Galpath—he was flying across the skies when he saw the weird white beam that shot out from that bar… erasing everything within its path, and even sending a number of themarians to their Eternal Death.
Of course, most of the themarians there were weak—strong criminals would usually fight until their eternal death, after all. But even so, in a single second, Riley dispatched almost a dozen of them.
And now, Riley is telling him that there could be thousands of him out there; potentially terrorizing the rest of the Known Universe?
While it is true that Zac is confident that they could subdue Riley if he decides to go on a rampage on Theran, what about a million of him? And their only weakness is that unlike their Original, they could easily die.
But while fighting, Riley's clones could still produce thousands and thousands more clones.
It will be… war.
But if a war were to happen between Riley and Themarians… wouldn't that an that the rest of the Known Universe would have already lost? Trillions and trillions of lives, tortured and killed.
Zac could potentially stop that destruction now if he just reports it to the Overlord of the Grand Militia. But why…
…why does he feel sowhat excited at the thought of war?
No, the answer to that was simple—he belonged to a race of warriors. And what is a warrior without war? Their last war was way before his ti, the war against the evaniels.
Perhaps… it was ti?
"!!!" Zac then blinked a couple of tis as he instinctively touched his face, which was already smiling unbeknownst to him. Zac imdiately shook his head as he looked at Riley.
No, the possibility of Riley actually destroying the Known Universe was close to none. If he rembers correctly, there should still be those Universal soldiers called the Guardians. If they were to amass all of their forces, they could stop the spread of Riley's clones.
And although Zac was completely unaware of how strong the Evaniels and the other Higher Races are, they should be able to defeat an army of Rileys with ease—after all, they wouldn't be in the sa category as the themarians if they were weak.
"..." Zac once again shook his head off of the thoughts he was having as he once again looked Riley straight in the eyes.
"You seem to be lost in thought, Star Sergeant Zac," Riley then finally said sothing as he tilted his head to the side, "Are you perhaps also in the spectrum?"
"I… don't know what that is," Zac could really only sigh as his thoughts started to calm down; his neck and arms, shivering by themselves, "But I will request a change of topic, Lord Riley. The talk of war is… doing sothing to my body."
"Hm," Riley nodded as he started walking again; his eyes, straying toward the stalls and stores that were in front of the border, "I have not tried truly cooking themarian cuisine before, perhaps you have an idea, Star Sergeant Zac? I would like to cook for Aerith once I am awarded the chance to do so."
"I… am afraid my knowledge of food is not up to par," Zac could really only sigh as he followed Riley, "Soldiers of the Order are starved for years on end as a sort of training."
"Hm…" Riley placed his hand on his chin as he let out a deep breath, "Then I believe I have nothing to do, Star Sergeant Zac. My clones are doing everything for now."
Riley then suddenly just stopped where he stood; any expression on his face, fading away completely.
"I…" He then whispered,
"I'm bored, Star Sergeant Zac."
"That… don't you have anything you want to do?"
Why did it suddenly feel like Zac was now a chaperone instead of an officer tasked to follow Riley?
"Why don't you try and request to be allowed to take missions from the Credit Board?" Zac then said as his voice slightly beca high-pitched, "Princess Tifa might be able to grant you that. In that way, I could also hunt monsters with you underground… it's been a while."
"Hm," Riley nodded, "I will forward that to my clone. But for now, I have nothing to do, Star Sergeant Zac. Searching for Aerith will be futile since she does not want to be found."
"...What about searching for your mother?" A small smile then crawled on Zac's face. Although the Grand Militia was completely unaware of what Riley was doing, Zac was still keeping up to date on whatever was happening with Caitlain'Ur—and right now, their last sighting of her was when she sent several of his comrades to Eternal Death.
If Zac was to be the one to find her, then wouldn't that an a real promotion?
"Searching for mother?" Riley blinked a couple of tis as he looked Zac straight in the eyes, "I already can't find Aerith, Star Sergeant Zac. Mother is completely untraceable."
"...That's true," Zac sighed, "What do you usually do in your free ti back on… Arth? Earth?"
"My free ti on Earth?" Riley blinked a couple of tis as visions of death, torture, and more death surfaced in his mind, "I—"
"Wait…" And before Zac could hear Riley's words, Zac suddenly stretched his arm to the side as his eyes widened, "…Lord Jas should still be waiting for you in the Cal's inn!"
"Who is that?"
"Lord Jas, Cadet Fionn's father!"
"Oh," Riley's eyes also turned wide, "But it has been a month, Star Sergeant Zac."
"It's only been a month! Although I don't really advise you in eting him, if I am going to be stuck with you, then so action would be fun…" Zac's eyebrows then started dancing as he nodded several tis at Riley, "...If you know what I an."
"I know what you an, Star Sergeant Zac."
"That—wait, are you sure?" Zac could not help but take in a small gulp as he saw the smile growing on Riley's face.
"I truly thank you for your suggestions, Star Sergeant Zac," Riley then breathed out as the smile on his face grew even wider, "The thought of doing my pasti back on Earth did not really occur to since arriving on Theran. After all, even with Aerith already showing what your race could do, I still sowhat underestimated your strength and durability."
"...What are you talking about, Lord Riley?" Zac once again nervously chuckled.
"You asked what I liked doing earlier during my free ti, Star Sergeant Zac," Riley's feet then started leaving the ground,
"Well, I kill people—usually in the millions at a ti."
"..."
"I obviously can not do that here on Theran, but one at a ti?"
"You're not… No."
"We have our first target, Star Sergeant Zac."
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