It's only a matter of time before the planet will be attacked,

After all, the galaxy is already in chaos.

At first, it was just the soldiers of various countries who went to the battlefield,

Later, everyone of the right age went to war,

And then ...... The scope of the battlefield has expanded to every corner of the planet.

Humans are strange creatures, and when there is no external strife, they are constantly at odds with each other, and when there is an invasion from outside, they are united with each other.

The stalemate lasted so long that the gap between all human races was bridged.

Finally, when the age range for those who can go to war is expanded to over six years old, and the demand for war behemoths is no longer sufficient, humanity finally begins to consider the 'race' advantage.

The researchers quickly took a wide range of samples from different alien visitors from the battlefield.

Biotechnology that had once fallen due to a sudden invasion began to be picked up again.

Scholars select and integrate the advantages and disadvantages of genes and then store them in the freezer in the form of 'sperm', and when the mother whose vitality is strong enough and is willing to dedicate herself to human beings appears, then some means are used to put the pregnant body of in vitro fertilization into the mother's body.

The mother's vitality will be snatched by the pregnant body little by little, and as the pregnant body becomes stronger, the maternal body becomes weak......

In this way, the mother's vitality is quickly overdrawn, and the pregnancy period is shortened to less than three days.

Babies who can give birth in less than three days.

A woman who withers in less than three days.

At that time, the world was already in tatters, and another wave of alien creatures attacked like darkness suddenly pressing, and in the cramped space, human beings were no longer breathless, and even tears dried up, holding on to the corpses that were randomly discarded on the battlefield, with empty eyes.

After opening his mouth, he realized that his throat, which had not been soaked in water for too long, was already unable to make a sound, and he suddenly opened and closed his chapped upper and lower lips a few times, imagining that the person being held was a relative who he did not know whether he was hiding or buried somewhere in the world, and lowered his head against their shoulder socket.

But they were no longer able to express their sad ways.

Even crying has become a luxury.

There was silence on the battlefield.

When the 'warriors' ascended from the underground scientific research room to the surface, the first thing they saw was dirty blood, thick and terrifying clouds—red and black that divided the field of vision.

Fortunately, they couldn't smell the blood, and they wouldn't feel cold when they touched the blood-clotted corpse.

The will will not be shaken.

It's starting to rain.

Ten thousand silver needles fell from the sky, and slowly, the blood began to flow slowly down the potholes of the field, and was sucked in by the soil little by little.

The first group of fighters consisted of only ten, six men and four women.

They were only two weeks old when they went to war, and they looked like they were no more than six years old.

The first batch of fighters were not given much preferential treatment as test subjects, and they were also dressed in simple black clothes, and they were not even equipped with light armor, which the researchers explained to their superiors that this was the best way to see their physical qualities.

Because of the obstacles that can be associated with distinguishing between the expression of 'sex' in different genes, researchers have given up on this time-wasting task and have instead focused on eliminating the differences.

Thus, the spirit, strength, agility, reflexes, and so on are all set on a unified level.

Most intuitively, the height of all the fighters seems to have been cut with a line of the same height, and there is no unevenness when viewed from the side.

The only difference may be in the personality, and the researchers have not bothered to think too much about it other than implanting loyalty.

The only thing that remains of the women who were mothers is the name inherited by the warriors.

Their names were cut into the warriors' bodies as a small piece of genes.

Never forgotten, never stranger.

However, the shelf life of this can only be determined by how long the warriors survive.

Of the first warriors, the only names left behind spread rapidly in the human world, while the rest drowned in an inexhaustible torrent.

The only surviving warrior is called Suzu Hanamiya.

People praise her terrible lethality, but they fear but love her.

Even though new warriors followed, she remained the only artificial warrior to be worshipped as a god.

Fortunately, this influence is positive, and the superiors have not curbed her excessive reputation for the time being.

The war was finally brought about a turning point by the soldiers who were re-approved, and the original human soldiers who were pierced through the backbone and died finally saw the light of hope, and finally there was not only helplessness and confusion on their faces.

They are beginning to feel hopeful.

It's like the sun finally broke through the clouds in the 480th year after the start of the war, revealing a little bit of confusion.

It was preceded by two hundred and eighty years of darkness.

Than the 'warrior' Hanamiya Suzu prefers to call himself a 'soldier', not necessarily for justice but for the country.

Although the protection of all mankind is now simply the most glorious mission, there is no justice comparable to it.

She sat on the top of the roof of the world, and felt that this high bird's-eye view made her more joyful than every previous war.

Perhaps the researcher responsible for putting in the gene fragment 'War Will Make You Happy' accidentally took a nap while dealing with her.

She thought of it casually.

She was given a ten-minute break, and after that she was going to go to country Z to do 'cleaning' work.

She closed her eyes,

She remembered hearing from one of the children she had sheltered that the wind in this place was the most bitter and terrible—but she still didn't feel it.

Soon she remembered the last time she had passed through a town, and a kind old lady had handed her a custard bun that had been broken in half, saying that it was the sweetest thing, and she put it in her mouth expectantly, but felt that it was not much different from sticking out her tongue and licking the air.

But when the old man put another piece in her own mouth and narrowed her eyes slightly, pulling out several wrinkles, she learned to squint too—but it was a pity that she would never have wrinkles.

"Sweet, kid?"

"......" She was a little surprised at first, she reflexively wanted to refute it, and she didn't think that the old man in front of her would be older than her, but she immediately realized that she didn't have the gene fragment of senile state, so she pursed her lips and nodded with a feeling of grievance.

The old man stretched out his hand and lifted it up a little harder, but it was still only up to her neck, "Bend down, child." ”

Then she bent over, and the dry bark-like hand touched her cheek.

"Good boy, so good," then she raised the corners of her mouth again, as if remembering something to be happy about, and after a moment of silence, she said slowly, "How can you grow so tall?" Your mother must have had a hard time giving birth to you. ”

Is she tall? The extreme height of the first batch of warriors was only 1.90 meters, which was not even comparable to many pure-blood humans, she thought with regret.

Then when the hand patted her cheek several times, she felt even more pity, after all, such a withered pair of hands still could not give her even the slightest sense of touch.

However, she had a gut feeling that the custard bun must be sweet.

She looked up and saw that the old man was still chewing.

Ah, she doesn't have teeth that become brittle with age!

Thinking of this, Hanamiya Suzu suddenly paused, raised her hand and looked at her watch.

Yes...... It's been ten minutes.

Go back and get a packet of nutrients before going to work, I'm a little hungry.

She rubbed her belly.

Let's assume that you have a feeling of hunger~

Maybe this joke will make the group of researchers become a little panic~

Hanamiya Suzu stood up, stretched out her tongue, which is said to be the softest muscle in the human body, and swirled in the air several times, but found that she still couldn't experience the slightest bit of wind, so she took it back with some frustration.

She remembered that one of the first warriors also liked to play this kind of experimental game with her, but the later warriors would dislike her for being too boring......

Where's QAQ......