Chapter 8

Seeing Marshal Stake leave the treatment room, Dr. Celine gazed at Hail through the glass wall, swallowing hard.

She tightened her white coat, accentuating her curvaceous figure, and her heart raced despite her deep breaths. She opened the door and entered the temperature-controlled treatment room, approaching Hail.

"Be brave, Celine. No perverted acts in front of others, or you'll reduce the time you can spend with the research subject!"

Dr. Celine mentally encouraged herself, warning herself to maintain a professional, serious, and cold image as a medical doctor, so she could spend more time with the research subject.

"Don't let your lips curl, curling makes you look like a pervert."

"Your eyes must be cold, like looking at ordinary people, they are just moving pieces of flesh."

"Ah～～～～～No, how can he be so perfect."

Dr. Celine struggled with her inner turmoil, but as soon as she saw Hail's body, her face became entranced, her legs pressed together, and she trembled as she reached out toward Hail's chest.

She couldn't resist her perverted desires.

In her eyes, every part of this body was glowing, every part was emitting an alluring fragrance, and every part made her drunk with desire.

How can I resist this!

In her mind,

On the left, an angel with a radiant face said, "Be brave, Celine, it's okay to touch."

Suddenly, a black demon appeared on the right, wielding a mace, smashing the angel to a bloody pulp, and crying out in pain, "Celine, you must resist. If you can just hold out until midnight, you can mate with the research subject naked."

In the end, Dr. Celine couldn't resist, and her slender fingertips touched Hail's shoulder.

"Ah～～"

Dr. Celine let out a gasp, her fingers as if suddenly electrocuted, causing her to recoil in shock.

She covered the fingers that had touched Hail's body, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Just then, as she touched this perfect body, this body she revered as a god, a loud "Get lost" echoed in her mind.

It was like when she was a child, and her mother said, "Don't touch the iron," and the clever Celine licked it with her tongue.

The forbidden temptation, which was both repulsive and alluring, made Celine unable to resist.

She knew that this god-like being could likely control the magnetic field of the body, transmitting a message to make her go away.

But the moment Dr. Celine heard the rejection, she couldn't leave.

"Lick it!"

A perverted faith rose within her, a faith to serve this god, and a perverted desire to get closer to this body. She intended to use her most agile tongue to lick the most perfect body, the most perfect god in her heart.

Her swan-like neck moved forward, and a small, pink tongue emerged from her red lips, gently touching Hail's shoulder. She was afraid of desecrating the god but also yearned to suck deeply, ultimately just lightly licking the broad, muscular shoulder.

"15."

Dr. Celine's body trembled, and she covered her mouth with her hands, tears streaming down her face.

The god has responded.

He told me to lick 15 times!

Marshal Stake entered the bright conference room, his eyebrows twitching.

Apart from the creation of the 'Pan-Pacific United Defense Force' in Hong Kong, he had never seen such a complete assembly of 21 countries.

Usually, only a few major countries would send representatives to meet with him.

Now, all 21 countries were present, with some even sending their presidents. The 21 screens filled the entire wall.

After greeting the Secretary-General, Marshal Stake asked about the sudden convening of the meeting, and the representatives of the countries began to state their intentions.

"Marshal Stake, the Jaeger Hunter program has effectively prevented monsters from invading human homes and destroying the Earth's environment. After discussions, 21 countries have decided to increase the funding for the 'Pan-Pacific United Defense Force' by 50%, hoping you will intensify efforts to completely curb the monsters' landings," the Secretary-General spoke first, acknowledging the achievements of the 'Pan-Pacific United Defense Force.'

Other countries also expressed their recognition of the 'Pan-Pacific United Defense Force' under Marshal Stake's leadership.

"Thank you for your recognition and support."

Marshal Stake's gaze swept over the expressions of the representatives, and he felt a sense of suspicion. A 50% increase in such a large amount must mean something significant had happened that he was unaware of.

"Meanwhile, General Jericho of the Army in Alaska and General Augustine of the Air Force in Texas are stationed at the Anchorage base," a representative said.

Marshal Stake's eyebrows twitched. Good grief, both the Army and Air Force are stationed at Anchorage. Why not bring the Navy and the Ford-class aircraft carriers?

However, Marshal Stake thought carefully. Aircraft carriers were indeed not suitable for the Pacific, as the monsters' base was in the Challenger Deep near Guam, and it would be difficult to ensure their safety.

But Marshal Stake believed that if there were no monsters, the Ford-class aircraft carriers would definitely be sent.

So, what has happened?

"21 top biological and medical teams from various countries are rushing to the Anchorage base."

"Stake, you need to transfer to Hong Kong to lead the Jaeger Hunters in handling the monster situation. We require you to suppress the monsters' appearances and seal off the Challenger Deep."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Marshal Stake interrupted the representatives' incessant talking.

Hearing that each country was sending top biological and medical teams, Marshal Stake thought of the person in the treatment room, the one who fell from the sky and broke the leg of the dangerous wanderer Jaeger.

Nothing else could warrant the simultaneous appearance of 21 countries.

"I need to understand the situation. What exactly is going on?"

"You are increasing funding, asking me to go to Hong Kong, and to completely suppress the Challenger Deep and the monsters, while also sending the Army and Air Force to guard the Anchorage base."

"I think you also want to send aircraft carriers, but the monsters make it inconvenient."

"And 21 top biological and medical teams from various countries."

"Surely, these actions are not just to check the health of everyone in Anchorage."

"Stake..."

"Listen, 21 countries know, which means the whole world will soon know. So don't try to keep it a secret from me. The sooner I know, the better I can handle it. Otherwise, I won't back down and won't easily transfer to Hong Kong."

Marshal Stake guessed that the biological and medical teams were sent for the person who fell from the sky, but there must be other reasons behind the 21 countries, and he wanted to know more.

With 21 countries knowing, how can you still hope for secrecy?

Perhaps a lot can be deleted from the internet, but the rest of the world will certainly know. By the time this conversation is over, the whole world might already know.

All 21 screens fell silent, with many representatives communicating with the outside world, and some being replaced.

Ultimately, they concluded that Marshal Stake should know.

"He's not human, Stake!"

"Do you think we would suddenly increase funding?"

"He's a person who appeared through a wormhole in the sky."

"He's an extraterrestrial visitor."

"He's an alien."

Several representatives expressed their concerns.

"We suspect that an extraterrestrial force in space is targeting us."

"Like the 'Axehead' that destroyed the Golden Gate Bridge and three cities, he is here to scout."

"Stake, the increased funding is to ensure you strictly limit the Pacific monsters' destruction of human civilization."

"You need to solve the Pacific problem as quickly as possible."

"We also need to face invaders from space. Human civilization is under threat from both the ocean and space, and could be destroyed at any moment."

"This is not negotiable."

"Stake, drive the monsters back into the wormhole, destroy the wormhole, or die! Or let the Earth be destroyed, there is no other way."

"We need to deal with the alien."

Only then did Marshal Stake understand what the countries were worried about.

The person in the treatment room is an alien.

After all, no human weighs 1700 kilograms, and no human has a base strength of 8000 tons.

Especially one who appeared suddenly from a wormhole in the stratosphere.

Now, the countries are relieved that the wormhole in the stratosphere was a temporary one that disappeared immediately, otherwise, it would have caused even more panic.

"He looks human..."

Marshal Stake instinctively objected. He had planned to build a new Jaeger for this superhuman to drive, intending to drive the monsters back into the wormhole and close it.

Even after learning from Dr. Celine that this human was far stronger than a Jaeger, he hadn't given up on having this human help him eliminate the monsters.

He hoped this person would wake up and communicate, helping him.

"Stake, you can't look at him with human eyes," a representative sternly rebuked.

"He's an alien, not to be trusted."

"We need to execute him immediately!"

"His appearance is human, or he might be able to communicate."

Marshal Stake hesitated.

If the opponent can communicate, the actions of these countries could thoroughly alienate him, leading to disastrous consequences.

But if the opponent is really here to scout Earth, just by walking through a city and going online, humans would have little left to hide.

This is a human, unlike the monsters in the Challenger Deep.

Those aren't even human-shaped.

After a brief consideration, Marshal Stake decided to advocate for communication with the person who fell from the sky.

Of course, it would be a closed communication.

"Stake is right, perhaps..."

"No perhaps, is he human? Is he human?"

"No one weighs 1700 kilograms, no one has a strength of 8000 tons!"

"He's an alien monster! We should kill him while he's unconscious."

"Support killing him, don't let him wake up."

"I support communication after he wakes up, because as a human-shaped being, it's too easy to gather information about Earth."

"Once the aliens send another person to the city, humans will have no secrets left."

"Oppose communication, this puts humans at risk. We should prevent all space life from entering Earth."

"Oppose communication, non-humans have different intentions. Countries on Earth already have economic and military rivalries, should we trust an alien from another planet just visiting?"

"..."

"Strongly oppose communication, I suspect he will immediately send a message to the aliens to attack Earth once he wakes up."

"We can't let him wake up."

"Kill him."

"Best to act as if he never came to Earth."

"I still support communication."

"We can't leave the choice to the alien."

"He suddenly appeared in the stratosphere, likely a refugee, so... killing him is the safest. We can't risk a bigger crisis. We already have one in the Pacific."

"Yes, he could be a scout. Killing him while he's incapacitated is the safest."

"We don't know how he communicates with the aliens."

"Countries... act as if he never came to Earth."

The countries were in a heated debate.

Marshal Stake's gaze swept over the screens, and 15 countries supported killing him.