Chapter 143 - To the Alien Planet
WAIFUs all changed into their skin-tight space suits. Myrrh and Fei wore sleek, white plugsuits that clung tightly to their sexy figures, accentuating every curve with unapologetic precision. They weren’t the only ones dressed like that; every WAIFU assigned to the LOLICON wore the sa striking ensemble: bold, form-fitting, and undeniably eye-catching.
As for us support units, our plugsuits were made from a similar leathery material but were reinforced with thick, visible paddings across the chest, torso, and shoulders. Unlike the WAIFUs, we would be stepping onto the alien surface without any personal defense systems. No high-tech particle shields. No sleek armor transformations. Just our suits, so basic shielding, and a prayer that the suit’s plating could absorb more than one hit.
We began to board the spaceship. From the upper balcony, we paused for a mont to glance back at the Kaiserin and her entourage of SENPAI WAIFUs. The Kaiserin flashed us a cheerful, almost childlike smile and gave an enthusiastic wave, as if we were going on a school field trip rather than a potentially fatal expedition to an alien world.
“Make sure you get back safe and sound!” Kaiserin Grace Arcaliburn called out with unnerving sincerity.
“Roger that, Your Excellency!” Agent Feena replied crisply, snapping into a sharp salute. The other WAIFUs, including Myrrh and Fei, mirrored her motion in perfect unison.
I raised my hand in a salute too, though mine felt stiff and half-hearted. I couldn’t stand the Kaiserin’s cocky confidence or the dramatic flair she carried around like perfu. But even I had to admit, the strange ritual she perford to activate the WMD Series was a ga-changer. If there’s a chance to speak to her again, I need to get answers about that. I have questions, many of them.
Inside the bridge, I saw my crewmates already strapping themselves into their seats, the atmosphere turning tense and silent. Just as I reached for my harness, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Agent Feena.
“Wait,” Agent Feena said, her voice low but firm.
I turned to her, puzzled. “What is it?”
“I know this ship can launch at extre velocities,” she began, her eyes narrowing with focus, “but if we really want to end this war quickly… we’ll have to use that.”
She reached out gently and placed her hand on my left arm, where pale blue circuits pulsed in a steady rhythm beneath my plugsuit. The glow reflected faintly in her eyes.
“Can you activate the portal gun?” she asked.
“You an the Rift Generator?” I replied, already knowing the answer but needing confirmation.
“Yes. That’s it.” She gave a solemn nod.
I exhaled and opened the holographic interface of my WEEB System. The flickering UI projected from my wrist, casting a cool light across my face as I navigated to the WMD Series. The icons and labels appeared one by one, ominous and clinical, as if each option carried the weight of a catastrophe.
[Weaponry Enhancent Engineering Bios]
[Weapon of Mass Destruction Series Unlocked]
I scrolled down through the arsenal.
[Level 1 – Particle Cannon]
[Level 2 – Uranium Blade]
[Level 3 – Shadow Curtain]
[Level 4 – Lightning Storm]
[Level 5 – Particle Accelerator]
[Level 6 – Proton Slicer]
[Level 7 – Ion Cannon]
[Level 8 – Tisphere]
[Level 9 – Rift Generator]
[Level 10 – Fusion Link]
The Level 10 weapon sat at the bottom of the list like a forbidden fruit. Fusion Link. I couldn’t deny the urge to try it—sothing about it called out to the part of that wanted to win this war fast, decisively, and with firepower the universe wouldn’t forget.
But no matter how tempting it was, I reminded myself about a famous quote from a professor: there’s a ti and place for everything. And now wasn’t the ti to burn all my cards.
“I can use it,” I finally said to Agent Feena, my voice steady.
“Great,” she replied with a confident grin. “Just make sure to use it on ... once the ti is right.”
She revealed her morpher before glancing back at . Her gaze was serious, but underneath, I caught a flicker of excitent.
“O-okay,” I said, nodding awkwardly.
Without wasting a second, Agent Feena turned to face the entire crew. She cleared her throat and projected her voice with authority that filled the bridge.
“Listen up! Mister Zaft Callahan here will open a portal that’ll cut our travel ti to a blink. We are expecting heavy resistance once we enter the atmosphere of the unknown planet above. And that giant woman? She’s not going to waste ti watching us get comfortable.”
Her eyes swept across the crew like a general before a decisive charge.
“All WAIFUs and support units, prepare for imdiate combat protocols. Once we hit landfall, you’ll be in battle mode. No warm-ups. No hesitation.”
“Ma’am, yes ma’am!” the WAIFUs and support units responded in unison, fists clenching with purpose.
“That’s all,” Feena said, her voice softening just a bit. “Godspeed to all of us. This mission is for the Kaiserin.”
“For the Kaiserin!” the entire bridge echoed, fists now raised high.
After her concise yet fiery briefing, Agent Feena stepped away from the command center. As she passed by, she gave a casual tap on the shoulder. But that tap lingered just enough to feel... suggestive. Not inappropriate—just loaded. Like your superior inviting you to a private conversation with far more layers than orders or strategy.
[Feena Arcaliburn Registered]
My WEEB System chid softly in my ear, confirming the connection. Then, without another word, she disappeared beyond the bridge doors.
I finally strapped myself into my seat. My WEEB System remained in standby mode, its glowing circuits dim but ready. On my right sat Myrrh, and on my left was Fei. Both were already strapped in, eyes flicking back and forth as tension filled the air.
We exchanged glances, then smiled at one another, each of us letting out a short, nervous laugh. That laugh didn’t erase the anxiety, but it helped make the silence feel less heavy.
“This will be my first ti inside a combat-class spaceship of the Xyraxis,” Fei said, her voice a mix of excitent and apprehension. “I’m kind of thrilled... but also scared stiff.”
“Don’t worry, Fei. This is just like boarding a regular space shuttle,” Myrrh said, trying to sound reassuring.
“Well... except that I’ll be tearing a hole in the fabric of reality to shorten our trip,” I muttered, lacing my voice with heavy sarcasm.
Myrrh shot a smug look. “You better take care of us, you goon. Our fate’s in your hands now. If you accidentally open a portal straight into the heart of the sun, or worse, a black hole, it’s all on you.”
“Thanks for the motivational speech, bitch,” I replied flatly. But in truth, hearing her casually list those catastrophic scenarios did make my palms sweat just a little more.
“I’m kidding,” Myrrh said with a snort. “The WAIFU holding the Rift Generator controls the destination, rember? Like when I opened a portal to Jupiter while carrying that anti-matter bomb. As long as Agent Feena’s the one initiating the rift, we’re good. She’s precise.”
I gave her a long, wordless glare.
In response, Myrrh stuck her tongue out at , playfully, deliberately, and absolutely adorable. I hated that she could disarm so easily with sothing so childish. But she was cute. I decided to let her win this round. No snarky coback. Just silence and surrender.
Without warning, the ship’s P.A. system buzzed to life, followed by the crisp, synthetic voice of the pilot:
“This is Pilot Steve Nawakita of the KAWAII Departnt,” the voice echoed from the ship’s P.A. system, smooth and unnervingly casual. “I’ll be your pilot until we reach our destination on the alien planet. Departure will comnce after the countdown, so please fasten your seatbelts and enjoy the ride.”
A thirty-second countdown appeared on the main screen. Each tick of the clock felt longer than the last, dragging out the anticipation. My hands clenched my harness. Across the row, the WAIFUs had gone quiet, eyes forward, focused. We were strapped in, breathing in the recycled oxygen of the pressurized cabin, bracing ourselves for whatever ca next.
“Five... Four... Three... Two... One...”
Pilot Steve’s voice ca back, now laced with a flare of theatrical flair.
“Land Orbital Logistics Interceptor with Celestial Optimization Nexus, launching!”
Then ca the blast.
The ship’s engines ignited with a roar that shook through our bones. Gravity collapsed inward and pressed against our chests, shoving us into our seats like a crushing wave. My vision trembled at the edges as we pierced through the sky in a pillar of fire and montum.
Through the radio, Agent Feena’s voice cut through the rumble. She sounded like she was outside, enduring the storm head-on.
“Fra Unit, Awaken!”
In that mont, the sensors captured a blinding flash behind the ship. Agent Feena activated her transformation, her human form vanishing into a towering ch—white and pink armor gleaming with reactor light. Her massive humanoid Fra Unit gripped one of the rocket’s external rails as the LOLICON ascended at breakneck speed, her grip steady even through the turbulent airstream.
Then, her voice ca directly through my WEEB System, sharp and commanding.
“Now!”
I didn’t hesitate. My fingers tapped across the WEEB interface, selecting the Level 9 weapon from the WMD Series.
“Rift Generator, Activate!”
In sync with my command, Agent Feena’s ch manifested a white, hyper-advanced firearm in her hand. It looked like sothing carved out of pure energy and alloy, humming with spaceti distortion.
She raised the gun upward, locking onto the trajectory above the ship.
And then, she pulled the trigger.
A ripple tore through the sky. Light bent and folded into itself as the portal opened- a brilliant vortex of swirling colors and fractured reality. It looked like the mouth of the universe yawning open to swallow us whole, revealing a world of a foreign god.
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