Chapter 30: "I... I’m back?"

Chapter 30: "I... I'm back?"

Daniel's favorable consideration by Rick Technologies' personnel may be attributed to Fox's report to the organization.

Rick Technologies harbored an intricate connection with the Mechanical Dawn, serving as a facade company under its control. Within the Rick Technologies building, the headquarters laboratory of the Mechanical Dawn lay concealed.

Jonathan pondered deeply as he walked home carrying food from the convenience store.

Mechanical Dawn is a deep shadow upon his mind, a sword of Damocles hanging over his head. After days of observation and analysis, he had gleaned some superficial understanding of the organization.Nevertheless, he remained unknown to its true power extent, the purpose for its inception, and its principles.

All he could do was deduce the power of the organization from certain details.

The strike team that executed the port demolition consisted of individuals who were, at the very least, Class C Awakened. Among them, Fox, Rose, the Bartender, Crystal, and Meteor were Class B, some of whom possessed super abilities unsuited for combat, such as the Bartender, a reconnaissance type. The Snake Python, the lowest-ranked member of the strike team, was merely Class C, albeit with combat prowess equivalent to Class B.

As for Red, Jonathan suspected he was at least of Class A. Given that he had won the loyalty and respect of so many Awakened, his level of awakening couldn't possibly be lower than Class B.

Regrettably, the information Red provided contained no mention of his super abilities. Perhaps the original body knew and excluded him from the dossier.

In addition to Red, the Mechanized Dawn was likely to harbor a multitude of Class A Awakened individuals.

While the government officially concealed the existence of the Xenobiotics creature from ordinary citizens, they did not withhold information about the Awakened. High-ranking Awakened citizens could elevate their civilian class, with Class D Awakened ascending directly to Class 3, on par with certain government officials, clearly showcasing preferential treatment.

Nonetheless, under such circumstances, a significant number of high-ranking Awakened individuals were recruited by the Mechanical Dawn.

What attracted these Awakened individuals to the organization? By what means did they ensure loyalty? This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.

The longer Jonathan remained in this world, the more questions arose within his heart.

Setting aside other doubts, for the time being, one pertained to himself.

How had the original body, an individual without even awakened super abilities, become a core member of the Mechanical Dawn?

How was he involved in critical missions like the port blast?

What qualified him to be a teammate of so many high-ranking Awakened individuals, even serving as the deputy commander?

Was it merely his intellect and undercover identity, or was there a more vital reason?

Red's attitude towards him was quite egalitarian, displaying no airs of superiority. However, he did not treat other team members in the same manner; rather, he revealed a degree of arrogance as a superior, issuing orders in a commanding tone.

This commanding tone was Something Red had never employed with him. When discussing matters with Jonathan, Red was always open to negotiation, sometimes considering his situation and opinions.

Jonathan's status within the Mechanical Dawn was somewhat peculiar.

"Deputy Commander, the port data for the final area has been scanned and transmitted to headquarters," Rose reported.

"I see," Jonathan replied.

Upon entering his home, Jonathan told Red, "Our data scanning work here is completed."

Red responded, "We'll need one more night. Sigh, having Fox around is indeed convenient."

Fox's super ability was most advantageous at the port, as controlling liquids was an incredibly versatile power.

In truth, Jonathan was exceedingly envious of Fox's ability, though he could not act against Fox just yet.

Unaware of Jonathan's dark musings, Fox was simply delighted to see him come home with food, eagerly tearing open a bag of chips and munching away in bliss.

After finishing a piece of bread and a yogurt bottle, Jonathan retreated to his bedroom to study.

He planned to study all night, sleep during the day, and patrol on the night shift tomorrow.

His schedule was full and compact; he had never exerted himself to such an extent, even during periods of the test.

....

Robert couldn't help but mutter, "Something's not right... Why haven't we seen anyone? Usually, we'd catch at least one or two people using drugs..."

The night was too quiet, eerily quiet.

As Jonathan passed a rusted shipping container, he suddenly felt a drop of cold liquid on his neck.

He wiped his neck with his finger, and under the night vision goggles, this drop of liquid appeared dark.

Then Jonathan smelled blood, and another drop of liquid dripped down, this time onto his night vision goggles.

Jonathan's face changed drastically. He drew his gun and pointed it upwards, shouting simultaneously, "Something's up!"

Robert and Luke also raised their guns, scanning their surroundings cautiously.

Jonathan saw the object above him. It was a leg hanging from the top of the three-meter-tall container. A gust of wind blew, causing the leg to roll and fall with a thud in front of Jonathan, splattering blood on his shoes.

It was a severed lower leg! The break was smooth and clean, as if it had been precisely sawed off with an electric saw.

Jonathan's mouth twitched, and the hairs on his arms stood on end.

"Xenobiotics creature !" With his vast experience, Luke had a grim expression on his face. "Judging by the cut, it's a Sickle Demon. Captain, we need to..."

Before Luke could finish his sentence, Jonathan's danger avoidance instincts were triggered.

A fierce gust of wind came from his side, and a long object whipped towards him with lightning speed, as swift as a hunting black mamba snake.

Jonathan reflexively dodged and immediately felt a chilling sensation in his abdomen. His high-fiber bulletproof vest had been instantly cut open by the object, leaving a massive gash across his stomach with blood pouring out.

Jonathan would have been sliced in half if he had been even a fraction of a second slower!

"Jonathan!" Robert fired his gun toward the direction of the attack, but it seemed Something had managed to avoid the bullets.

The twisted, horrifying Xenobiotics creature revealed its true form. It was smaller than Jonathan had imagined, about half a human's height, and resembled a praying mantis. It had a triangular face, eyes as big as light bulbs, and two tentacles on its upper body. These tentacles were connected to the bone blades of hooks, chitinous and curved.

Blood was still visible on the pair of bone blades, including Jonathan's.

The Xenobiotics creature licked its bone blade contentedly before springing forward like a mantis, closing the distance. It swiftly whipped its flexible tentacles again, aiming straight at Jonathan.

In his panic, Jonathan fired his gun repeatedly. Only three bullets hit the creature, and its chitinous exoskeleton blocks them all. The speed and defense of this monster were nothing short of unbelievable.

At the very last moment, Luke's bullet hit the soft part of the Sickle Demon's tentacle, causing it to retract, and Jonathan narrowly escaped the attack.

"Reinforcements are on their way!" Martin said over the communication channel. "Hold on!"

Injured, the Sickle Demon became even more frenzied, wildly swinging its tentacles and leaving deep marks on the metal container.

At that moment, the port's lighthouse began to flash irregularly. This signified that midnight had arrived.

A new day had begun.

Simultaneously, Jonathan's vision was suddenly engulfed in darkness.

The Xenobiotics creature, Robert, and Luke disappeared, as did the pain from the gash in his abdomen. Even the gun in his hand vanished.

Jonathan found himself alone in the dark, a familiar sensation welling up within him—this was the scene he had experienced when he had traveled to the second world!

He blinked, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a soft bed, looking at a peeling wall. A pile of books lay on a small table beside the bed, and next to the pillow, a phone with a lit screen rested silently.

On the seventh day of his journey to the second world, Jonathan returned to the first world as the day officially ended.

His heart pounded fiercely, and due to overwhelming emotions, he felt slightly dizzy.

Jonathan clutched his abdomen, the pain from the gash inflicted by the Xenobiotics creature's bone blade still seemingly present. However, the skin beneath his fingers was smooth and unharmed.

"I... I'm back?" Jonathan whispered incredulously.

He had left that cold, cruel world and returned to the ordinary and real human world.