Ch.256″The moment you don’t pay attention to.”

Meanwhile, after assessing the situation at the auction house and marketplace.

While Icarus was going through a period of anguish, moaning “Hoeeeng” and wondering what to do next.

At that very moment, the Superhumans who had completed all the “daily quests” assigned by Icarus were having a rare gathering during their appropriately timed break.

But all the Superhumans except for Jessica, who assisted Icarus, and Partia.

That is, everyone including Marian and the newcomer Tiamat—the feeling of that gathering was, how should I put it…

“Is everyone here?”

“Hmm…”

Perhaps it was because they were using a conference room with all the lights turned off, with only special holograms glimmering.

It gave off the strong impression of plotting something sinister, like a secret shadow council manipulating the government from behind the scenes.

It truly looked like they were about to proceed with some dark and evil plan, so if Icarus were to see this.

-“Wow! What the f***!”

He would certainly be more than shocked to discover an unidentified Superhuman secret organization operating within his base.

But contrary to such appearances…

“Um, so…”

“Do we really need to meet like this?”

“True, we all know each other anyway… it feels a bit much, doesn’t it?”

“Then let’s turn on the lights.”

The place that had been filled with a villainous atmosphere instantly transformed into a bright space when someone turned on the lights, complaining that while the room was dark, the holograms were too bright and hurting their eyes.

“…What exactly are we gathered here for?”

“Oh, I guess this is Tiamat’s first time participating.”

“That’s right, you’ve been too busy with carrier aircraft training to have much free time until now.”

Tiamat (first-time participant), watching this spectacle, had her face filled with doubt, wondering what on earth they were doing.

But that thought didn’t last long.

“Now that everyone’s here, I hereby declare the meeting open~♡”

“Then, as always, let’s proceed with the first agenda item.”

“Agenda?”

“That’s right.”

“The most important item that Griyanar proposed last time♡”

“???”

“The grand plan that is the purpose of this meeting—extracting the Commander’s genes to distribute one Commander clone per Superhuman.”

“The so-called ‘Commander Supplementation Plan’ progress report is our first agenda item.”

“…”

From Tiamat’s perspective, who had entered knowing nothing, it was, well…

The Superhumans weren’t gathering for a social club, nor forming a faction within the base.

Instead, they were devising a strange and sinister plan to acquire the genes of Icarus, the base commander, to create one clone per person.

Wondering how she should take this, her expression became increasingly contorted.

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And while our poor Tiamat was having an existential crisis…

As soon as Pashtra announced the start of the meeting, Berial, who was on one side, immediately began to criticize Griyanar…

“You usually claim you can do anything, so why can’t you create a clone of the Commander, Griyanar?”

“Keuuk.”

“Incompetent.”

“Nnngh!”

Given Berial’s normally FM-like personality, she typically maintained a one-sided relationship with the usually smooth-talking Griyanar, always criticizing and avoiding her.

But this time, as Griyanar was repeatedly failing in her specialty field of ‘science and research’…

Seeing Berial throw all kinds of FM-like jabs at her and turning her own teasing phrases back on her,

Griyanar trembled, accepted reality, and shook her head as if to say there was nothing she could do.

“As I’ve already mentioned, you can’t create something from nothing.”

“Hmm…”

“In the end, to create a clone, we need not just a small amount but a large quantity of the Commander’s genes… and the problem is that it’s extremely difficult to collect.”

“That’s right. As Professor Griyanar says, extracting genes from the Commander is extremely difficult.”

In response to Griyanar’s reaction, Smeraghi and Pashtra each raised their hands and asked questions.

“Can’t we infiltrate the Commander’s bathroom through the plumbing, like we did with that Rakan guy last time, meow?”

“I was thinking the same thing. Even if not the bathroom, there must be ventilation ducts or something we could use.”

But to their questions, Professor Griyanar and her assistant(?) Rain responded that it was impossible.

“We have tried, but…”

“Surprisingly, the Commander’s room has a completely closed and spatially isolated system.”

“It’s structured to be disconnected from all plumbing, wiring, and other life lines in the base, except for communications.”

Of course, this was all due to the system’s protection, a kind of “obsessive security,” but…

The women gathered here had mental blocks preventing them from understanding the concept of “system protection.”

Therefore, breaking through this issue was, literally, impossible.

“If we could just get a sufficient amount of genes, we could use the things in the ‘Nest of Life’ to clone as many as we want.”

“With enough resources, we could fill the entire base with clones of the Commander.”

“…Isn’t that why we’re having this meeting because we can’t do that?”

“That’s right, that’s exactly the problem.”

While Berial, Pashtra, Griyanar, and those influenced by them—Smeraghi and Rain—were racking their brains…

Ignis, who had somehow become the most senior member in the base, unlike the other lust-filled Superhumans, brought up a thought that had suddenly occurred to her.

“But if we can mass-produce clones like that… couldn’t we create a clone Superhuman army using our genes?”

“Huh?”

“Ignis, that’s not what we’re discussing right now…”

Of course, such an out-of-nowhere comment made the other Superhumans question what she was talking about…

But only for a moment.

“I mean, if we overwhelm with sheer numbers and achieve impressive results, wouldn’t the Commander bestow his grace upon us?”

“…Hmm.”

“Instead of trying to force it, and with Griyanar clearly unable to hide her intention to extract from him, aren’t we just making the Commander more vigilant?”

At those pinpoint remarks, the other Superhumans acknowledged that she had a point.

But Griyanar and Rain, who would actually have to create these “clones,” suddenly turned pale.

“Unfortunately, inserting Superhuman genes doesn’t automatically produce Superhumans.”

“Why not?”

“Life isn’t that simple. Even if we create clone armies using our genes…”

“They would only look and act like us, but would have none of the special abilities needed to be Superhumans.”

“Ah… I see.”

As Griyanar firmly shook her head and declared it “impossible,” Berial and Oxianor nodded but felt a lingering doubt.

“Wait… your reaction suggests you’ve already tried this?”

“Yes, I once replicated from stem cells and checked, but it only produced something that looked similar to me.”

“Aha.”

“But it had low intelligence, completely normal physical abilities like a regular person, yet the same personality, so I just threw it into the chimera production plant.”

“…?”

Faced with Griyanar’s bright and confident attitude as she revealed she had used her own clone as biological components for the chimera production plant,

The two could only nod and express agreement at her borderline insane demeanor.

But regardless of the process, looking at the result, the plan to create a clone of the Commander had failed again, so…

Except for Ignis, whose mind was in a flowery state simply wishing for one more Commander,

The rest of the Superhumans were determined to someday achieve the future of one Icarus per person.

Meanwhile, Griyanar was secretly burning with the intention to snatch the original for herself while giving clones to the others.

Of course, Tiamat, who had been half-dragged into this meeting and was listening to all this, couldn’t possibly understand any of it.

So, with a pure face showing complete ignorance of their bizarre obsession, she uttered one sentence.

“But the Commander is a kind person, but is he really worth going this far?”

“What did you say?”

“What.”

Of course, Tiamat’s behavior was no different from a normal person telling obsessive fans “I don’t find your character attractive.”

As a result.

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<Event>

<Tiamat’s favorability has decreased because she was forced to hear excessive defense of you!>

<Tiamat’s current friendliness: +25(-5)>

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“What is it this time.”

Icarus, who had been spacing out to neutralize mental stress, was suffering from an unfair treatment as he saw the unexpected favorability decrease event pop up.