3 Transmigration (3)
In his room, Imba waits patiently for the gene-enhancing potion to arrive. outside, he is calm but he is giddy with delight inside. It is something he always wanted, he once thought he would never have it but here he is, waiting for it. While it comes with some danger, it is worth it.
After a couple of hours, a medical soldier finally entered his room. Following the soldier is a large medical bot, it is a bed-shaped bot with different kinds of arms on the side and containers under the bed. Extending from the bed headboard is a large scanner and behind the headboard is another big container, under it is a large floating board.
The medical soldier moves the medical bot beside the bed, she then checks the paper in her hand. The medical bot lands, the medical soldier checks the machine, she then takes out four white small containers. She set the container into four syringe medical arms.
"Mr. Imba?"
"Yes."
Imba stands up. The medical soldier hands him some paper.
"Please sign this form, it is a paper that clarifies that you agree to receive the gene potion and the following monitoring nanobots."
Imba takes the form and briefly scans the paper with his nanobots, after hearing there is nothing wrong with the form, Imba signs it. The medical soldier takes the form back.
"Let me recount to you what the monitoring scope is, it will monitor your location at all times and detect if you do any suspicious or possibly criminal act or conversation. For your privacy, the monitoring nanobots will automatically delete any irrelevant scene once it determines that there is no problem with it. It will instantly call the police once you do anything illegal or try to leave your city. You can only go out of the city after reporting to the police. In light of your unusual profession, you can report to the monitoring nanobots if you have an emergency, it will record what happened and be the proof of your emergency. It can waive your crime if the proof holds. Are we clear?"
"Clear."
It is a harsh condition but Imba accepts it. No pain no gain.
"This monitoring nanobots will be deactivated if you formally enter the army, how about it?"
"Thanks but no, I have no plan on entering the army."
"I see, then let's get this done quick, shall we? Please remove your clothing except for your underwear and lay on the bed."
Imba quickly undresses to his underwear and lay on the medical bot. The medical bot first scanned his whole body, placed an oxygen mask on Imba's face, wireless heart rate, and blood pressure monitor on his wrist and chest. It also secures Imba limbs in place because the improvement of the bodily function brought by the potion comes with excruciating pain. It is so that Imba won't hurt himself in the process. The medical bot then supplies liquid nutrition into Imba through intravenous infusion, otherwise, Imba will die of malnutrition. The improvement of bodily function needs a huge amount of nutrition as fuel.
When the preparation is done, the medical check once again.
"Are you ready?"
Imba nods and takes a deep breath, readying himself for the pain. He had experienced similar pain when he used the low-grade gene-enhancing potion. The medical soldier pushes a button and the previous four syringe arms move, two on his upper arms and two on his thighs. The needle pierces in and the potion flows in. with it comes the pain.
Imba winces in pain, it is even worse than when he uses the lower-grade potion. His whole body feels like it is being burned and cut by a saw.
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!"
Imba screams, his heart rate and blood pressure spike. He tries to trash around but his limbs are bound tightly. His muscles bulk and deflate, his veins enlarge. The medical soldier is calm and places her focus on the medical bot's screen. It is normal to trash around and steam in the process of using the potion, even the toughest soldier can't handle the pain.
Imba's body is like a furnace, he devours liquid nutrition in large amounts like drinking water. Slowly his body changes, his height doesn't change but his weight goes up. His muscles swell than compressed repeatedly, becoming denser and harder. His bone is polished like iron, his organs strengthened, and other senses become more sensitive. His cells and blood are more robust. To ensure success, Imba can't fall unconscious and he can vaguely feel this change. The torturous process stops after five hours, Imba can't move. He is exhausted and his body feels like lead.
"The process is done, administering the monitoring nanobots."
The medical soldier takes out a syringe gun with black liquid in it. The medical soldier put the gun on his vein and shot the liquid in.
[Detecting foreign nanobots.]
[Scanning.]
[Integrating the nanobots.]
[Law Eyes activated.]
Imba slowly falls asleep while hearing Ley. The medical bots remove the oxygen mask and everything else, except for the intravenous. The medical soldier moved Imba to the bed and left the intravenous connected to a liquid nutrition container beside the bed. Then she leaves with the medical bots. The container can last for five days.
....
"Ugh.."
Imba slowly opened his heavy eyelids. His body feels light with a slight sore. He looks at his palm and clenches it. Except for feeling his hand is a little bigger than before, Imba can't feel any change. But he knows the operation is a success and his strength is now a league above himself before the operation.
"Ley, how long have I slept?"
[Two days and 5 hours, sir.]
"Longer than after using the lower-grade potion but not much."
Imba slowly pulls out the intravenous needle and takes a bath. The container will be picked up by a bot later. Imba leaves the room after wearing clothes. His destination is the gym inside the ship, he wants to test how strong he is.
Just like the rest of the ship, the gym is empty. Imba first tried running on the treadmill. He slowly runs faster and faster, he manages to hold on for 1 hour running at his maximum speed, which is about 55km\h. Imba is surprised with his speed and endurance, it is double his previous speed and the endurance is almost tripled. He tries his strength, a bench press of 700kg, punch strength of 1000kg.
"Hahahahaha!"
Imba is very pleased with his strength, with this kind of strength, the dangerous ghost back home can be solved quite easily. As for the entity, he is not so afraid of it anymore.
"Ley, how long until the ship reaches the destination?"
[According to the ship A.I, we'll arrive in 20 hours.]
"Okay, ask for some compact nutrition bar from the kitchen. I'll train here until we arrive."
[Yes, sir.]
Imba continues to train, getting used to his new strength. He doesn't stop except when he is eating or going to the toilet. Time passed quickly as he focused on training, in the last five hours, he decided to rest. He wants his body to be in the best condition for the mission.
While Imba is fast asleep, the space shuttle descends onto the Fantasy planet. The A.I made an announcement.
[The ship has landed on planet F-1023.]
[All military personnel and guests, please gather at the main gate.]
Awoken, Imba quickly washes his face and goes to the main gate. At the main gate, all the ship staff is lining up and saluting at Jack. All the soldiers are there along with Foster and Spira, they are behind Jack.
"Lieutenant, sorry I'm late."
Imba walks to them with a smile. Jack nods and walks toward the gate.
[Opening the main gate.]
Imba nods at the others, then they become silent, affected by the solemn atmosphere of the base. Imba sees Carlos in the crowd, he is looking better. Imba smiles at him, Carlos looks at Imba with gratitude. When they are out of the ship, they see soldiers lining up to welcome Jack. They salute jack.
"Welcome back, Lieutenant!"
"At ease and return to your position."
Jack returns the salute and the soldiers scatter to do their task. The soldier behind Jack also disperse. Only one soldier left in front, Nigel, waits for Jack.
"Nigel, call Wolf. We'll have a briefing."
"Yes, Lieutenant."
Nigel quickly calls Wolf as they make their way to the meeting room. Jack sat in the main seat, Nigel on his right. Imba and the other two mediums sit across Jack. They are waiting for Wolf. Not long after, Wolf arrived. A wild-looking soldier.
"Lieutenant."
"sit."
Wolf salutes at Jack and sits down left to Jack.
"Now that everyone is here, we'll begin the briefing. First, let me introduce you to the civilians that are chosen as agents by the federation to help us in this mission. From the left to right, Mr. Foster, Miss Spira, and Mr. Imba."
Wolf and Nigel know that the mission this time is as unique as it gets, so the federation sends special agents to help them. Wolf and Nigel nod at Imba and the other.
"Now let me tell you about the mission, we have two goals. One is to decode and dispel the barrier, and if possible, obtain the barrier technology. Two is to wipe out the hostile creatures around the barrier and catch one of the entities for study. The unit will follow Mr. Foster and Miss Spira and they will be responsible for the barrier. Mr. Imba will hit the enemy. So far any question?"
"Yes."
Wolf raises his hand.
"Lieutenant, do we have any weapons or armor that work on the entities?"
Wolf is most concerned about this, after all, it is his unit that will confront the entities. He won't let them go out there just to die.
"We have armor, Miss Spira will bless the unit that will participate in the mission. It will provide some protection for them."
"Some? What about a weapon? Are you sending them to die?"
Wolf can't help but raise his voice. Jack looks at Wolf calmly, he knows Wolf is just worried for his unit.
"Calm down, Wolf. you know I won't do that. This time your unit is there to protect Mr. Foster and Miss Spira. Didn't you hear me, the one fighting the entities will be Mr. Imba, he can destroy those bastards."
Wolf looks at Imba with shock. After his unit was hit hard by the entities without the ability to fight back, he doesn't want to let his unit go against them anymore before he can give them weapons that can hurt those things. He thought the Lieutenant went back to the federation this time to pick agents and weapons. But turn out, one of the agents is the weapon. He thought Imba would only be there for support but turns out, he is the ace.
"Are you serious, Lieutenant? He may be able to destroy them but he is alone, won't they overwhelm him?"
"Don't worry, in exchange for doing this mission, Mr. Imba has received a military-grade gene-enhancing potion. With the entity's strength, he can definitely kill them all with good equipment. And Mr. Foster and Miss Spira are also there to provide some support for him."
Wolf thinks about it and it seems visible. If we negate the entity's ability to be invisible and can't be damaged, their power is almost the same as the soldier's. With military-grade equipment, one person can wipe them out.
"Lieutenant, I have a question."
"Yes, Mr. Imba."
"I know I said I'll help you catch one but you can't be expecting me to hold one down with my hands, right?"
"Of course not. We have prepared a special cage for the entity. It is a cage that has been blessed by Miss Spira and Mr. Foster."
"Oh good, then can I ask for weapons and armor now?"
"You can ask for it after the Briefing. So any more questions?"
Jack looks at everyone and no one asks anything else.
"Great. Then the mission will start right away. Everyone prepares. Dismiss."
"Mr. Imba, Follow me."
Wolf said that as they make their way out of the room. Foster and Spira follow them.
"Mr.Imba."
"Please call me Imba, I'm not used to the whole Mr thing."
"Then you can call me, Wolf. Do you really can destroy those bastards?"
Imba smiles.
"It's my gift. I can interact with the immaterial, it's both good and bad."
"Then I hope you can kill them all."
Wolf said with great hate. He holds great grudges at the entities.
"Don't worry, I will. I'm experienced in killing things like them."
Wolf smiles.
"Can I call you Foster and Spira?"
"Please."
Foster and Spira said at the same time.
"Foster, Spira, my unit will protect you, so please help them the best you can."
"Of course, we'll do our best."
Foster and Spira nod solemnly. When they reach the hangar, they see a unit of soldiers lining orderly in front of a big vehicle.
