Chapter 252: Eggs!

Right now, at a certain building near the shore, a white-haired, haggard-looking man was working hard in front of his equipment, analysing data and inspecting probabilities. His work ethic was proof that every deduction he made was backed by meticulous calculations.

This working man didn’t know that there was a person in the continent who was watching every step of his deductions, calculations and conclusions. This person knew everything he was doing before his microcomputer.

Cillin checked the latest main fighting forces’ distribution map near the shore. The crowded areas on the map were places where the sea kings had shown up. Luckily for the man, the place he was working at just missed an attack and thus wouldn’t be under threat for a short while. On the other hand, there was no telling if the short moment of safety would last longer. After all, it was one of the places where the sea beasts had climbed onshore and invaded. The sea beasts would retreat when the mist was about to disperse, and Cillin had seen more than enough after-battle footages to know what kind of damage they could cause to a city while they were retreating.

Cillin thought that this man would be of great help to him. Although some of the man’s data were inaccurate, his lines of analysis were mostly correct. At the very least, he was more reliable than the minor noble’s research organizations.

A moment of thought later, Cillin sent two copies of the skin data he obtained to the man at the shore.

Stappen was busy with work in front of his computer when two data tables suddenly popped into his screen and caught him by surprise. However, his attention was immediately drawn to the data tables. Suddenly feeling an injection of a new spirit, Stappen deleted some of the conclusions he arrived at earlier and inserted the data Cillin just sent to his computer for a precise analysis.

However, Stappen ran into some problems again after the new data was inserted to the equations. Every time he was stuck, Cillin would help solve the problem quickly. And so two men worked together to analyse the situation on the same network from two different parts of the continents.

Cillin had disguised the network in a way that prevented anyone from finding out that he was working together with Stappen, even if on the unlikely occasion where a purposeful hacker like York had suddenly hacked into this network for information.

Right now, Stappen was feeling incredibly excited. For so many years he had been fighting and hanging on by himself. The beat down, denial and rejection he had suffered for the past tens of years had thrown him into depression for a time, but his final obsession towards his homeland that ultimately pulled him from the brink of despair. Today, after Cillin had lent him his aid, Stappen suddenly felt a surge of motivation and energy coursing through every part of his body. He wasn’t fighting alone on this planet! Stappen didn’t care who this mysterious and unknown person was, or how he managed to obtain these accurate info on the sea kings. All he needed to know was that these data were extremely useful to his analyses.

After working together for a while, both Cillin and Stappen had arrived at several conclusions: One, there was no way a king of the sea like the sea kings would experience a reproductive decline. Therefore, the conclusion that a sea king could no longer give birth to an offspring was absolutely false. Two, according to the some of the cases Stappen had gathered and the analyses of the sea king’s habits, this life form was absolutely not a dumb animal who only knew how to charge towards the enemy blindly. Finally, Stappen had made a probability map of an answer.

The sea king was the king of the sea, so it was only natural that this species had far greater thinking that the other sea beasts. It was a creature who considered the future from a racial standpoint and set long term goals. That was why it was qualified to be called “King”.

“Who are you?” Stappen typed these words on his computer.

The duo could only communicate by text because Stappen didn’t have the ability to transmit any sound or images with the limited tools he possessed. Some of the equipment on the battlefield was too broken to be functional, not to mention that it was a lot safer to just work with text. Sound and image files were just too easy to discover.

Cillin stared at the line of text that had appeared on his own screen and typed a reply: “Does it matter?”

Stappen knew that his network had been invaded by an unknown party, but not only was he not angry, he even sent the message with the intention of befriending Cillin. Stappen was grateful because Cillin had lent him a helping hand. If this stranger wasn’t willing to reveal his true identity, then Stappen wouldn’t force him to act against his wish. Plus, he thought that the stranger was probably afraid of being discovered by the noble. If they were found out, both their lives would be in great danger.

With Cillin’s aid, Stappen sent the conclusion they analysed to the planetary government under an anonymous name. However, the government was furious when they saw it: how d