Chapter 1009 It is Called Resolve (1/2)

”What is that light?”

Her eyes widening and staring fixedly at the light flashing through the horizon, Elma's brain worked as she watched the light appear and eventually vanish, the depths of her heart surging with curiosity that won over her dejection.

After a moment of silence, she quietly murmured, ”…such a profound power. I am shuddering though it was just a flash and there is unfathomable distance between us…”

”The intensity of that power is new to me as well. It exudes a presence superior to the Imperator, even across such distance…”

Beside her, Creed appeared unsettled as well after seeing that light. Since his ability was lacking and yet to reach Supreme, his only perception of that light was 'danger' as compared to Elma, who felt it more intricately.

However, upon seeing Elma finally react and not close herself off due to the shock from Imperator Amos's actions, Creed at once forgot his threatened instincts and quickly told her, ”Let's leave that aside. That light gives me the sense of a great threat—let's hurry away to someplace safer!”

In Creed's mind, even the Court Dome itself was not safe. He could not wait to urge Elma to resume her plan to leave the Court's borders immediately and hide in a secluded place. In the period as the Ultimate Plague wreaked havoc, the more prosperous planetary systems were at greater risk due to the more substantial exchange of information. It would instead be more peaceful in the backwater worlds in remote corners of the cosmos, thanks to the sheer stillness.

When the time comes, whether he would wait for rescue teams from Mycroft or simply live in seclusion with Elma in the remote world, it would still be more secure than staying in the Court which was right within the heart of the storm…moreover, there was the remarkably vile Imperator Amos—heaven knows when what harrowing thing he would come up with out of 'interest', since the death of a trillion Amoses was simply entertainment to that Champion.

”Such power…”

Even so, Elma did not move. Inside her warship body, the translucent lady form stared straight ahead of the bridge as she quietly muttered, ”If I have such power…can I change things?”

Don't be too greedy, Elma.

The voice of Imperator Amos echoed in Elma's mind once again. Though it was Elma's recollection and not his actual words, she could not help but laugh bitterly. ”Right, I am so greedy that even my imagination is of such things far removed from reality.”

”The light that moved across space is definitely no spark that has vanished in a flash, nor would be a stream without origin or a tree without roots…it is certainly something gained over a long time, when a champion has made their resolve to train hard without stopping.”

So…resolve?

The alien lady spoke softly, as if falling into ponderance. Creed was therefore left making a helpless face in a corner.

Quietly, the wheel of emotion whirled without rest.

Then, Creed's delighted cry, as if having discovered something, broke the silence.

”Elma, look!”

Spiritually connected, the pair could relay information and share all that they were sensing simultaneously. It had been a link established due to the language barrier and to make communication convenient, which Creed was now using to relay volumes of information as he excitedly showed an extract of a message sent from the Redemption System. ”Look, it's a countermeasure for the Ultimate Virus! Our champion of Mycroft and Nature Magister, Aydril Galanoud, has developed a set of measures to temporarily stop the infection from spreading!

”See, the Ultimate Virus isn't invincible. It's preventable! The Nature Magister is still researching now and attempting to create a real vaccine against it, and while it may be difficult, it's not impossible!”

The human captain was chattering away, not noticing the brightening light in the gaze of the lady beside him, with Creed's tone carrying a sense of pride as if implying 'Mycroftian technology is the best in the world!'

”I believe it would just be a little while more before the vaccine against the Ultimate Plague would be completed! Blessed Mycroftians, the other Multiverse races will also be saved!”

Meanwhile, as she listened to Creed bragging about his own race, Elma's expression turned from initial surprise and delight to appearing troubled. Her humanoid form blinked, and curiously asked, ”Creed…have you Mycroftians always been so generous? The prevention itself is simply a hole in a paper window—it's simple after you've learned about it, but to really put it to use and create a vaccine would take a long time. And yet, your race has actually publicized such information…is the Redemption System itself such selfless sharing?”

”But of course!”

Unsurprised by the Amos' doubt, Creed answered seriously despite his great sense of pride over his own race. ”But this isn't generosity, but the fight itself! The fight against the callous Multiverse, which is filled with sudden deaths and repetitive cycles! Since there is such a being spreading the Ultimate Virus to harm other intelligent life for its own ends, we have to forge a measure to stop it, and to spread it faster than the epidemic itself—it is the only way to stop the culprit from getting what it wants, and to truly defeat the Ultimate Virus!”

It was when he finished speaking that Creed felt that he seemed to have been too thrilled, and therefore scratched his head shyly before mumbling quietly, ”Life is about fighting, that was what the Commander said…I really hope to be a person like him, which was why I had bought a few of his memoirs, even unwittingly imitating him just now…”

Elma certainly did not think that he had gone overboard. She simply leveled a gaze of mixed emotions to Creed's own, which was brimming with resolve.

To the Amos who had lived for centuries, the human who was in his twenties was essentially a young child who was just born. And yet, such a youth actually embodied determination of such scale—the individual called Creed appeared ordinary, but like gold hidden in silent shadows, it reflected radiance when light arrived.

He undoubtedly had the depth and talent to become a champion.

”I understand.”

Suddenly, as if grasping something, Elma smiled and spoke softly, her expression and voice regaining vigor.

Creed watched happily as she regained spirit thanks to the good news, only to be left stunned as she continued.

”Using my own body to personally experience the Ultimate Virus, deducing and creating a medicine against the Ultimate Virus? I have to say that it really is a good idea…I can definitely do it.”

”Do you have to do that?! It's too dangerous!”

Creed almost leapt up at Elma's words, and hastily dissuaded her. ”No, Elma—the Nature Magister is a Legendary-advanced champion, and more or less a General-class in Amos hierarchy. She would stay immune from the Ultimate Virus as she creates a vaccine, but you can't! You are a Supreme-tier who can barely resist the Virus itself, and it wouldn't be impossible for you to be corrupted—and isn't it totally unnecessary?!”

Elma, however, smiled calmly despite Creed's rather agitated reaction, which stopped the human captain to quiet down by instinct, even though he seemed to have more to say.

”Creed, I know that the Amoses who were infected were unimportant foreigners, even enemies attempting to repel and invade your kind.”

Rising from her bone seat, Elma walked to the bridge window of her warship window and looked at the Void beyond, softly saying, ”If I did not wish to rebel and hence restored your body to gain a little acknowledgement from you, wouldn't you rather have died than helped me?”

”That's true…” Creed admitted with difficulty, ”But mainly because you had certainly showed kindness, and…”

”Even so, I finally understand it now, Creed,” Elma interjected, and turned to the human with a serious expression. ”The first emotions that prompted me to rebel was not hate towards Imperator Amos's inaction, but my most earnest sentiment towards the Amos and the Court.”