The Genius of Cloning in the Academy City

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Failure always becomes someone else’s responsibility. However, the circumstances of adults are quite complicated, so sometimes it’s hard to even gauge the weight of that responsibility.

Under the cold blue light from the monitor illuminating the meeting room, the voices of the generals turned sharp as blades.

“I want to ask seriously.”

Director Zhukov’s voice trembled.

“Is the information about the Foundation truly accurate? The operation regarding the relics failed, and before the senators even had their biometric trackers implanted, they escaped the cage and have already nestled into Restraid’s embrace. What do you plan to do now?”

“What should we do indeed.”

On the other side of the video conference monitor, Laihan responded dismissively, as if it were a joke. Director Zhukov’s face turned instantly crimson.

“My subordinates! Do you even know how precious and elite they are? Damn it!”

The fact that the valuable Navy Special Operations Unit had evaporated in the middle of that dangerous zone was enough to make the Navy generals participating in this operation furious.

On this day, the long-standing conflict between the Air Force and Navy was momentarily set aside, and all the generals spoke in unison, unleashing their wrath.

“Do you know how much force was mobilized?”

Another general gritted his teeth.

“The location you mentioned, the stalemate corridor or whatever, was not safe. Just look at the senators we lost!”

“The urgently dispatched air support mechs were smashed to bits!”

An Air Force general slammed a fist on the table.

“Do you know how much that cost? Once the Luminessa barrier was lifted, there was nothing left, not even corpses. Did ghosts come by? Once the barrier came down, aside from a few scraps, everything disappeared without a trace! If it was just the Foundation’s Blocking Authority, fine, but suddenly some unknown rabble intrudes!”

While Laihan watched the generals on the screen, he saw them like children throwing tantrums.

Instead of throwing back a scoff, he kept his graceful smile and replied gently.

“Failure can sometimes turn into new opportunities, can’t it, generals? Still, haven’t we dealt a significant blow to the Blocking Authority? According to our intelligence network, an entire strike team reportedly evaporated. Let’s think a bit more positively.”

Director Zhukov roared.

“Stop the nonsense! All my subordinates are dead! The elite forces trained over years!”

Before his words could finish, Laihan made a genuinely shocked face, as if he could not comprehend.

“Isn’t it just a matter of recruiting more soldiers? To be honest, I am disappointed in you all. With the support we provided, you still failed to produce results?”

“Do you think our soldiers are your toys?”

One furious general slammed the table and roared, and a subtle smile crept onto Laihan’s lips, as if he were observing a funny insect.

“Were they not toys? They were falling like toy soldiers.”

“What… you bastard!”

Amidst the generals’ faces twisted with hatred filling the screen, only Laihan’s calm smile shone coolly.

“You bastard! If I had known it would come to this, I should have never accepted your proposal in the first place! What’s with your attitude now? You’re thinking of separating from our Federal Army, aren’t you?”

“A Homo bastard, less than a dog chasing a man!”

Laihan laughed awkwardly for a moment.

“Oh dear, in this day and age, such discriminatory expressions should be avoided. They can be quite hurtful, you know?”

“Shut up!”

“And you are… misunderstanding one thing. I do not only like men. I also like men, you see. How many people in this world appreciate a man’s intellect regardless of gender?”

His gaze landed on an officer.

“Hey, officer! What do you think of me?”

As Laihan elegantly swept his green hair back, the generals were left dumbfounded.

That is, until in a moment, the officer suddenly raised his hand and shouted.

“Yes! I love Chairman Laihan!”

“What… what are you talking about…”

The general who turned his head in confusion shot a look of horror as his subordinate began to melt away into a formless mass.

In an instant, all the soldiers began to twitch like jelly and charged at their superiors.

“Shape-shifter! Aaaah!”

The translucent jelly-like creatures filled the meeting room and perfectly bound the generals.

“Now, what do you think of me?”

“We love you, Chairman!”

The jelly beings cheered in unison.

Chairman Laihan’s laughter, filled with glee, echoed through the room as Director Zhukov, thrown to the floor, desperately cried out.

“You madman! Are you out of your mind? Do you really think the Federation will just sit back after this?”

Laihan replied with a graceful sneer.

“Yes, do you think I have no other friends in the military aside from you? After all, you were a secretly dispatched force. Everything was sufficiently coordinated with the higher-ups, so disappearing won’t be a problem. As you know, there are far too many with stars on their shoulders in the Federation. Let’s think a bit more positively. Let’s just say we’re solving the issue of your juniors’ promotion backlog… Now, everyone, begin.”

“Yes, Chairman!”

The shape-shifters responded with cheerful voices as they pulled out syringes in unison. The eyes of the generals widened in horror upon seeing the scene.

What squirmed in the syringes was undoubtedly a brain-neuro parasite.

“No… stop! Aaaah!”

The desperate screams quickly faded, and moments later, looking at the generals who struggled to stand, the chairman murmured.

“I didn’t want it to come to this… but I had no other choice. Let’s switch to another plan.”

The chairman’s gaze shifted to a screen containing different records.

With the data obtained from Luminessa, a prominent purple phoenix symbol was clearly embossed.

The information collected and recorded by the Foundation’s follow-up team, who arrived late at the scene, was spread out before him.

“…Could it be Ariel Group?”

Laihan murmured, filled with deep uncertainty.

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“What is this?”

“Bomb!”

Once again, it was a peaceful day at the Violet Factory.

After spending time on vehicle modifications and minor rocket productions, we were ready to start a new challenge this week.

Making aerial bombs. Naturally, we moved our workspace closer to the airfield.

“Let’s begin work!”

We dragged over thick steel plates and roughly cut them down to the necessary sizes.

No need for intricate plans. A rough line drawn with a marker or chalk is the schematic. As soon as the drawing was done, other Violets rushed in like a tidal wave to the steel plates.

“Starting the cutting!”

Metal processing began. The high-precision machinery, 3D printers, and such were unnecessary for us. Shaping the steel with a magically-imbued knife was all we needed.

The thick metal slices through like paper, easily taking on the desired shapes.

The Violets charged at the cut plates, pulling and hammering away.

With that, the basic processing was done.

*Clang! Clang!*

The sound of hammering echoed cheerily. As we hammered, the steel plates curled up naturally.

Time to bring out the welder.

“Alright! Let’s start welding!”

As the blue flames sizzled, the once separate steel plates melded together as one family in the heat.

After a few welds, a gigantic cylinder was finished!

We added a door for filling it and drilled holes for screws and bolts.

On the front, we even welded a rounded dome-shaped head.

An artistic form considering aerodynamics emerged.

“It looks like a fish!”

“Team tail! Hurry up and bring it!”

The Violets carrying safety pins dashed over in a fluster. After welding the pre-made tail section, we opened the cover and filled it with contents.

The main components included poppy, monster bone fragments with high ether affinity, and a liner made from large monster fragment mold ensuring everything was lined perfectly.

“Wow! It’s packed tight!”

Now this is the crucial part. While filling the contents, the other Violets kept busy assembling.

A gigantic glider, big enough for an adult to fit in, appeared before my eyes. It was our masterpiece made from external expert tech advice and schematics.

With a Violet in front, controlling the levers and pedals connected to the tail, every move resulted in the temporary glider’s wings creaking up and down, right and left.

“Function check complete!”

As the metal and cloth wings moved smoothly, I secured them onto the bomb and tightened the bolts.

Now our massive bomb had an awesome set of wings.

After the final checks and moving it, today’s work was done.

One last step remains. Once the detonator is in place, our huge creation will be complete.

We only need to strap it to the transport aircraft and drop it.

Two biplane transporters roared to life, preparing for takeoff. Our proud bomb was securely strapped to both transports.

As we slowly rolled down the runway, the bomb pulled along like a lazy fish, rising into the sky.

Our target was a dilapidated fishing boat sitting distantly on the sea.

The poor thing, once joyfully driven by the Violet Navy, had now completely stalled.

“Altitude 5 km! We’re entering!”

“We’re nearing the limit! It’s time to release it!”

The aircraft began to sway unsteadily. Looking down, the ground felt distant, and the sky felt even higher.

A superior aircraft that could take off even from short runways, boasting excellent cargo capabilities, but a 5-ton bomb was apparently too much for two transports.

For a moment, as the thought of needing larger transports crossed my mind, I sent the wire release signal.

“Drop!”

“Connecting controls!”

As the bomb fell, I swiftly transferred my consciousness to the bomb’s cockpit, held by the Hibernating Violet.

A deafening wind roared around me, but I ignored it and manipulated the cockpit controls.

The two wings, which had been folded neatly, elegantly spread out. Now, only the descent remained. The 5-ton bomb, transformed into a temporary glider, started gliding toward the endless sea.

I pulled the safety pin of the detonator with a string to remove it. It was unnecessary.

“Distance to target: 7 km!”

Lying on top of the wobbling bomb, I controlled the levers and pedals without end.

The rough and clumsy handling was nothing compared to a wingsuit or 1-ton bomb, and I struggled to control it while casting body enhancement magic.

“Distance: 4 km!”

The wings trembled anxiously. The bomb wobbled like a drunk person, threatening to spin in mid-air at any moment.

I just managed to stabilize it, preventing a flip. The ocean was now much closer.

The target ship was visible now, but it looked tiny as a pea. Can I really hit that?

“I can hit it! We’re flying geniuses!”

“We’re off! To freedom!”

“Distance: 2 km!”

No moment of carelessness is allowed. The target rapidly approached.

The wings shook even more violently, ready to snap off at any second.

With all my strength, I held onto the wings firmly.

Closer, closer… It’s almost there! Collision!

*Boom!*

An immense column of water, the likes of which I’ve never seen, shot into the sky.

The fishing boat vanished without a trace.

With such overwhelming power, had it fallen on an island, it would have probably obliterated a small uninhabited island whole.

“We did it again!”

We celebrated the birth of a new weapon symbolizing the brilliant progress of Violet Military Engineering.

The Violet Joint Precision Direct Bomb—shortened to 5-ton bomb—had made a splendid debut.

Now, with such a powerful weapon born that can crush enemy fortresses and heavy armored vehicles, there was nothing to fear.

Any barrier of a reasonable strength or mid-tier monsters would turn to dust facing such a bomb.

“Armored Knight, don’t mess around! You’ll die by our hands!”

“Let’s burn them all down!”

The festive atmosphere was short-lived as we Violets quickly began analyzing the results from our experience.

With tactical insights and Luminessa-style analysis procedures, it was time to interpret and critique coldly.

What we call Violet-style self-criticism began.

“When piloting, it was too stiff! The cloth wings of the hang glider were unstable, way too unstable.”

“How about increasing the wing size? And we need securing devices. I had to keep straining against the wind and pressure.”

“Let’s add a hydraulic system or a chain drive. It might complicate things, but we could request design consultations!”

Healthy interpretations and critiques become stepping stones toward new advances.

If we carefully compile the results from our weapon tests and pass them onto external collaborators, we can receive professional advice and the necessary parts to create an even better design.

Of course, self-criticism doesn’t always proceed peacefully.

“Is a 5-ton bomb really necessary? The Cascadia V-wing squadrons are steadily being powered up. They could operate various strong armaments, even if not up to 5 tons…”

“But we can’t fit our economical and efficient handmade 5-ton bomb there…”

A firepower-faction Violet gave a passionate speech.

“Plus, we need to make 10-ton bombs going forward! And further down the line, nuclear or antimatter bombs!”

“Right! Right!”

The faction emphasizing efficiency clashed with those advocating firepower, and the debate continued for a while.

It truly is a tricky issue!