DPM Chapter 87-Death Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
The moon had descended into chaos. Sirens screeched ‘wuwu’ over and over, the sound ripped through the steel-forged corridors, permeating into every bunker, and each person there was gripped with panic.
There wasn’t enough time to test run their new ship. They’d just have to throw themselves into it and hope it worked. A lot of Federal people had already boarded.
They were going to be taking a chance. Still, desperate measures were called for. Their detectors had picked up unknown life forms flying up from the Earth to the moon. Whereupon people had started losing their heads, the hysteria only growing worse as the distance was closed and they found out what the lifeforms were.
Mutants……
Mutants had actually broken the boundaries of the Earth’s atmosphere? And were able to reach the moon by no discernable means?!
The realization left the Federation terror-stricken. Flummoxed beyond all measure, the President felt he had no way out. He wasn’t brave to enough to stay behind and challenge the mutants, while also not daring to get on an untested ship. The end result was him running around in fruitless circles.
“Stupid! Stupid! Why the hell did we drop a gene bomb and nuclear bomb together?!” Although none of the Federal people understood yet that the gene bomb was purposely responsible for the mutants’ sudden advancement in abilities. The majority of the scientists simply assumed it was an accident, an unforeseen nasty consequence of the military impatiently and idiotically dropping two bombs of a different nature simultaneously.
A crowd comprised of mostly miners and engineers desperately crammed themselves onto the new ship. They believed it better to face the unknown cosmos than confront legendary demons.
The nuclear-powered ship’s hatch slowly slid closed. It was a silver-gray spacecraft, different from the ships that had brought the Federation to the moon, with a flowing, gleaming shell. When it powered up, in order to not be torn apart by the forces of travel, a pale blue energy shield haloed about it, visible from a distance.
Too bad that the ship could only carry about thirteen thousand people at a time. It would take three trips and about three days to fully evacuate all of the Federation off the moon.
Making the Night Shard’s imminent arrival a catastrophe.
The first wave was abroad the ship. Those with misgivings, who hadn’t dared to grab a seat yet, understood what would happen if the ship did safely return. With its reliability proven, catching the next flight off the moon would turn into a spectacle of smashing heads.
The ship soared up, making a blue pathway through lightless space. Fleeing into the endless darkness, it quickly shrank to a faint dot.
Having already rushed tens of thousands kilometers away, the dot of light shimmied twice and then blinked out in the dimness.
When the ship made its first leap, the mutants led by Mozun reached the moon at last.
Innumerable light cannons, along with good old-fashioned bullets, went roaring across the moon’s surface. Those soldiers still stranded on the moon fought their best to buy the Federation time.
But concentrated bullet fire and powerful weapons proved incapable of striking a killing blow. The mutants had survived a nuclear explosion. They’d mutated higher, grown in strength, and they didn’t fear thermal weapons. Skin more solid than steel, bullets hit their bodies and dropped away, ineffectual.
It didn’t take long for the Federation soldiers to fall into enemy hands.
A few had time to ran away, the others became the Night Shard’s captives.
The Night Shard had revealed his figure out of thin air, and those Federal soldiers who hadn’t had a chance to escape quickly opted for surrender.
Who could conceal their body when completely out in the open? A fiend who wasn’t content to cloak himself only in the shadows? Truly a demon.
Although many noticed that beside the Night Shard something mysterious would disrupt the airflow. A person? If it was, they were completely invisible. Only air distortion gave whatever it was away. Otherwise it was unobservable.
Carefully monitoring, the Federal Marshal felt his extremities go numb as he inwardly grieved. Many years later, his diaries would be kept in a Federal museum. In them he wrote about the Night Shard’s ability to turn invisible, and that, even worse, among the mutants there was a frightful living thing that no instruments could detect.
Providing the inspiration for the Federation’s research and development of Ghost soldiers.
Those Federal people who capitulated to the Night Shard expected they’d be treated horribly, maybe even flat-out massacred. To their surprise, they were simply locked up and put under guard. No immediate judgement was carried out.
Mozun just kept launching a full attack on the Federation, both sides battling fiercely.
Eventually, after a long day of fighting, the Federation figured out the mutants’ basic strategy.
Simply put—the mutants didn’t have one. Instead, they were just relying on individual bravery.
To counter the mutants’ courage, the Federation sacrificed the least valuable on the front line, while strategically retreating and hiding those it considered more worthy.
The Federation’s ship returned in the gathering dusk, its capabilities verified.
Thirty light years away, the new planet was safe, with no need to terraform before humans could survive there. It would be the true migration point of humanity.
As many Federal people as it could it carry squeezed onto the returned ship. Even the Federation President, who’d blustered earlier that he’d hold out to the end, scrambled aboard in his eagerness to set sail.
Yet just as the last few who’d fit were coming in, the base’s radar scanning system blared an alarm over the loudspeakers.
Someone had broken into a classified area. Checking the screens, it was Luo Ying’s former research lab.
After managing to occupy most of the base, Mozun needed to rest and store up his strength for the next fight. Yet he was afraid the Federation would run away with Dai Rong’s body. So in spite of his fatigue, along with Wu Xingyun and a couple other mutants, Mozun snuck into a bunker still under Federation control. Grabbing a scared Federal passer-by at random, Mozun asked where to find Luoshi Research.
Having received the answer, Mozun and the others located a large semicircular steel poured building encircled by steel bunkers. The doors were securely locked, any workers long since evacuated.
Reaching out a hand, Mozun tore the metal doors apart. Even as the alarm sounded in the air, he ignored it and stepped inside.
The Luoshi Research sign was fallen down in the hallway, footprints tracked across it. Wu Xingyun following, Mozun advanced into the main research area.
What little was left was in a chaotic mess. Discarded on a table was an unpreserved body, labeled—‘Qinglong corpse specimen.’
The face was destroyed, skin and flesh of the body in scraps. Mozun had already known how Dai Rong had died, but seeing it with his own eyes, he could hardly contain the rage burning within him.
Grabbing a piece of cloth, Mozun carefully wrapped Dai Rong in it. He was about to carry his friend out when he inadvertently caught a familiar scent.
Mozun immediately identified the odor as belonging to Luo Ying. Unable to imagine that Luo Ying would stay behind, Mozun had assumed she’d already left on the first Federation flight off the moon. Still, he chased the smell, finally arriving at a very well hidden little chamber. With one punch he smashed the strongbox he’d found in there. At the bottom of it was a letter.
It was Luo Ying’s last letter, left for only the Night Shard to find.
DPM Chapter 87-Death Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
The moon had descended into chaos. Sirens screeched ‘wuwu’ over and over, the sound ripped through the steel-forged corridors, permeating into every bunker, and each person there was gripped with panic.
There wasn’t enough time to test run their new ship. They’d just have to throw themselves into it and hope it worked. A lot of Federal people had already boarded.
They were going to be taking a chance. Still, desperate measures were called for. Their detectors had picked up unknown life forms flying up from the Earth to the moon. Whereupon people had started losing their heads, the hysteria only growing worse as the distance was closed and they found out what the lifeforms were.
Mutants……
Mutants had actually broken the boundaries of the Earth’s atmosphere? And were able to reach the moon by no discernable means?!
The realization left the Federation terror-stricken. Flummoxed beyond all measure, the President felt he had no way out. He wasn’t brave to enough to stay behind and challenge the mutants, while also not daring to get on an untested ship. The end result was him running around in fruitless circles.
“Stupid! Stupid! Why the hell did we drop a gene bomb and nuclear bomb together?!” Although none of the Federal people understood yet that the gene bomb was purposely responsible for the mutants’ sudden advancement in abilities. The majority of the scientists simply assumed it was an accident, an unforeseen nasty consequence of the military impatiently and idiotically dropping two bombs of a different nature simultaneously.
A crowd comprised of mostly miners and engineers desperately crammed themselves onto the new ship. They believed it better to face the unknown cosmos than confront legendary demons.
The nuclear-powered ship’s hatch slowly slid closed. It was a silver-gray spacecraft, different from the ships that had brought the Federation to the moon, with a flowing, gleaming shell. When it powered up, in order to not be torn apart by the forces of travel, a pale blue energy shield haloed about it, visible from a distance.
Too bad that the ship could only carry about thirteen thousand people at a time. It would take three trips and about three days to fully evacuate all of the Federation off the moon.
Making the Night Shard’s imminent arrival a catastrophe.
The first wave was abroad the ship. Those with misgivings, who hadn’t dared to grab a seat yet, understood what would happen if the ship did safely return. With its reliability proven, catching the next flight off the moon would turn into a spectacle of smashing heads.
The ship soared up, making a blue pathway through lightless space. Fleeing into the endless darkness, it quickly shrank to a faint dot.
Having already rushed tens of thousands kilometers away, the dot of light shimmied twice and then blinked out in the dimness.
When the ship made its first leap, the mutants led by Mozun reached the moon at last.
Innumerable light cannons, along with good old-fashioned bullets, went roaring across the moon’s surface. Those soldiers still stranded on the moon fought their best to buy the Federation time.
But concentrated bullet fire and powerful weapons proved incapable of striking a killing blow. The mutants had survived a nuclear explosion. They’d mutated higher, grown in strength, and they didn’t fear thermal weapons. Skin more solid than steel, bullets hit their bodies and dropped away, ineffectual.
It didn’t take long for the Federation soldiers to fall into enemy hands.
A few had time to ran away, the others became the Night Shard’s captives.
The Night Shard had revealed his figure out of thin air, and those Federal soldiers who hadn’t had a chance to escape quickly opted for surrender.
Who could conceal their body when completely out in the open? A fiend who wasn’t content to cloak himself only in the shadows? Truly a demon.
Although many noticed that beside the Night Shard something mysterious would disrupt the airflow. A person? If it was, they were completely invisible. Only air distortion gave whatever it was away. Otherwise it was unobservable.
Carefully monitoring, the Federal Marshal felt his extremities go numb as he inwardly grieved. Many years later, his diaries would be kept in a Federal museum. In them he wrote about the Night Shard’s ability to turn invisible, and that, even worse, among the mutants there was a frightful living thing that no instruments could detect.
Providing the inspiration for the Federation’s research and development of Ghost soldiers.
Those Federal people who capitulated to the Night Shard expected they’d be treated horribly, maybe even flat-out massacred. To their surprise, they were simply locked up and put under guard. No immediate judgement was carried out.
Mozun just kept launching a full attack on the Federation, both sides battling fiercely.
Eventually, after a long day of fighting, the Federation figured out the mutants’ basic strategy.
Simply put—the mutants didn’t have one. Instead, they were just relying on individual bravery.
To counter the mutants’ courage, the Federation sacrificed the least valuable on the front line, while strategically retreating and hiding those it considered more worthy.
The Federation’s ship returned in the gathering dusk, its capabilities verified.
Thirty light years away, the new planet was safe, with no need to terraform before humans could survive there. It would be the true migration point of humanity.
As many Federal people as it could it carry squeezed onto the returned ship. Even the Federation President, who’d blustered earlier that he’d hold out to the end, scrambled aboard in his eagerness to set sail.
Yet just as the last few who’d fit were coming in, the base’s radar scanning system blared an alarm over the loudspeakers.
Someone had broken into a classified area. Checking the screens, it was Luo Ying’s former research lab.
After managing to occupy most of the base, Mozun needed to rest and store up his strength for the next fight. Yet he was afraid the Federation would run away with Dai Rong’s body. So in spite of his fatigue, along with Wu Xingyun and a couple other mutants, Mozun snuck into a bunker still under Federation control. Grabbing a scared Federal passer-by at random, Mozun asked where to find Luoshi Research.
Having received the answer, Mozun and the others located a large semicircular steel poured building encircled by steel bunkers. The doors were securely locked, any workers long since evacuated.
Reaching out a hand, Mozun tore the metal doors apart. Even as the alarm sounded in the air, he ignored it and stepped inside.
The Luoshi Research sign was fallen down in the hallway, footprints tracked across it. Wu Xingyun following, Mozun advanced into the main research area.
What little was left was in a chaotic mess. Discarded on a table was an unpreserved body, labeled—‘Qinglong corpse specimen.’
The face was destroyed, skin and flesh of the body in scraps. Mozun had already known how Dai Rong had died, but seeing it with his own eyes, he could hardly contain the rage burning within him.
Grabbing a piece of cloth, Mozun carefully wrapped Dai Rong in it. He was about to carry his friend out when he inadvertently caught a familiar scent.
Mozun immediately identified the odor as belonging to Luo Ying. Unable to imagine that Luo Ying would stay behind, Mozun had assumed she’d already left on the first Federation flight off the moon. Still, he chased the smell, finally arriving at a very well hidden little chamber. With one punch he smashed the strongbox he’d found in there. At the bottom of it was a letter.
It was Luo Ying’s last letter, left for only the Night Shard to find.
