C11

3 months later.

"Brat have you lost your mind?! Don't you know that a prototype has to go through numerous testing first before it can be safely used?! There's no telling what can go wrong at any moment!"

Marcus roared at the top of his lungs at my face as he stared at me with bloodshot eyes.

"I know the risk professor..."

I said with my usual emotionless voice as I wiped off his saliva from my face.

But I can't wait any longer...

I finished my words in my mind as I stared at the system's notification.

[Main task: Retake alpha century system:]

[Mission completion requirements:]

[1-Destroy the Holy Briian Empires fleet orbiting Alpha Centauri Prime]

[2-Save the remaining human civilian population and military personnel]

[Reward: Knowledge of terraforming planets into Gaia worlds]

[Mission deadline: 2 months 29 days 23 hours 58 minutes 40 seconds]

[Penalty for mission failure: Deletion of God Of War system]

Gaia worlds, according to the system this type of planet is suitable to any type of lifeform, although it might look like a useless reward in the short run but in the long run it's a f*cking op cheat.

Just look at alpha century prime its habitability to the current humans is only 10 percent, of course, the big-brained people are already researching how to slowly terraform inhabited planets without killing all of the colonists on its surface.

But according to them, it will stake at least two decades before they figure it out plus at least based on my plans once I conquer the Briians there's no way I'm keeping their planets unless there are unforeseen variables.

The cost is just too big if you consider the distance, the post-war economy, and the need to station garrison forces.

There are just too many hyperspace network lines the UNOE would have to scatter its entire navy at its peak then it still had 5 fleets to secure them and it might still be not enough.

So it's much more cost-effective to terraform the planets under humanity's control because the alpha century and solar system are natural hyper network choke points.

Unless anyone else has subspace drive there's no way their getting to Tapir without first passing through the solar system which acts as humanity's last stronghold with only the hyper lane from the solar leading to it.

Basically, the idea is to stuff as much as possible into the smallest space possible in other words become a turtle with an impregnable shell.

As for then, the existing planets cant support UNOE well by that point humanity will rule a quarter of the galaxy.

"I absolutely forbid it brat! There's no way in hell I'm letting you use the prototype!"

Reed roared once again.

"Sorry, professor it's not up for debate."

I said with a tone that didn't leave any room for discussion as I wawed my hand.

As I did the dozens of Einherjars engineers inside their over 20 feet tall orange-painted humanoid engineering mechs with exposed cockpits slowly picked up the subspace drive and placed it on the gigantic forklift.

Seeing this Reed completely lost it.

"Marines lock up the professor until he cools down!"

I barked at the two fully geared-up marines causing the two to grab the professor's arm each and drag him away before he could lay down in front of the forklift wheels.

"I want to see the president!..."

Reed continued to shout as he was being dragged away while trying his best to escape the Marine's iron grip but it was futile even if the Marines weren't wearing their exoskeleton armor the end result would be the same.

"One down two to go..."

I muttered under my breath as I took out my military-grade glass see-through holographic phone and dialed the marshal.

"What is it, son?"

"Sir I want to discuss our counterattack plan"

Hearing this Ares's holographic face changed completely.

"Come to my office"

The marshal said as he hung up.

...

"You know this is basically suicide..."

Ares said after hearing my plan which basically consisted of Einherjar warping in right next to alpha centauri prime and fighting it out with empires fleet which was made up of the remnants of the 3 fleets that entered the solar system.

Until the Home Defense Fleet arrives as he leaned into his chair.

"I know..."

I answered back as I did we both fell into silence while staring at each other.

Ares asked all of a sudden.

"If I say no you'll still do it yourself won't you?"

"Yes"

I answered as a matter of fact.

"Bloody hell Drac! You...! F*ck forget It Im, not your real father anyways.."

Ares snapped only to lower his voice as he covered his face with his hands.

Hearing his last words I couldn't help but feel a tingle in my cold heart after all in my past life I didn't even get to see my father's face as for my foster father well let's just say that it was a cluster f*ck he is most likely the reason why I turned out like that in the end.

Even though it's only been 3 months but the man has already grown on me so his words couldn't help but leave a bad taste in my mouth.

"Alright let's put it this way sir I still have a chance of coming out alive from this..."

Not really I'm as good as dead meat, even if Ill survive I'll end up as a cripple at best.

I thought in my mind only to say completely different words.

"...but once the empire comes back with reinforcements I'm as good as dead."

After saying this I finally managed to convince Ares.

"Alright, Ill talk to the president..."

Ares said as he started tapping his holographic table.

...

"Marshal can you leave the room I want to talk to Captain Dracula"

Natasha said after a long silence.

"Yes mam"

Ares said as he stood up and walked out of his office after performing a salute.

"Nat..."

I started saying as I looked at Nat's exhausted holographic figure only to get interrupted by her.

"Then do you want to start the counterattack?"

Natasha said as she pulled up a holographic document.

Seeing her actions and hearing her words I couldn't help but feel my heart start beating wildly and my breathing become rough as my view slowly became red.

Truthfully it's for the best that she agreed so easily but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Deep down I expected her to start cursing me to seven hells, then see her tears and hear her begging me not to go.

Yeah it's f*cked up but at least in that way I would be sure that she cares about me but now I'm not even sure if I want to fight anymore.

After all, she's the only reason why I'm doing this, if she didn't exist then I would just watch as the human race got exterminated from the sidelines.

"I need the Home Defense Fleet to depart a month at the latest"

I barely managed to answer because of the lump stuck in my throat.

"Alright ill make sure they leave Mars a month at the latest even if they're not ready"

Natasha said as she finished drafting the document.

"Anything else?"

"No"

I answered as I turned around.

...

After Natasha disconnected the call she leaned into her chair and just sat there aimlessly staring at the ceiling until tears started leaking out from her eyes.

"Drac you f*cking idiot..."

Natasha muttered under her breath as she covered her face with her hands.

...

"Drac you...? Are you alright s... son? What happened?!"

Ares said after seeing my abnormal state as he did he awkwardly grabbed my shoulders and after a moment of hesitation hugged me like a real father would.

"I'm fine the president agreed you'll get your orders soon"

I answered like a machine without any signs of response to Ares's hug.

Hearing this Ares couldn't help but tighten his hug because he felt it, his instincts were screaming at this moment.

Currently, I wasn't an 18-year-old straight fresh from the academy but a phantom that crawled back from hell and only knew how to kill and nothing else.

If he didn't do anything at this moment then there was no telling what I will do the next second.

"Sir this is inappropriate I have work to do"

I said with a bone-chilling tone as I looked up at Ares with my dead-looking eyes causing his whole back to brake out in cold sweat.

As I did Ares subconsciously let go.

Without waisting a second I walked off.

For f*cks sake what did the president say to make him like that?

Ares couldn't help but curse in his mind as he looked at his goosebumps-covered hand.

There's something wrong, there's something definitely wrong with him!

Ares thought as he opened up Dracula's file and after searching for a while found his psychic evaluation from over ten years ago.

The more he read the darker his face became.

Schizophrenia, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, Bipolar Disorder, Depression, Dissociative Identity Disorder, PTSD...

"You got to be f*cking kidding me... He is completely unfit to serve..."

Ares muttered after reading Dracula's psychic evaluation.