FOUR DESTROYER OF MONSTER SYSTEM

Episode 6: The Hidden Truth

The weight of Dess' words had shattered the celebration. The room was filled with stunned silence as everyone stared at him in disbelief. Just moments ago, they had been celebrating their progress, but now, an unsettling tension gripped the air.

Mr. David, usually calm and composed, was visibly frustrated. He stepped forward, his voice firm.

"You need to come to your senses, Dess! The aliens are our real enemies. Why are you defending Cargo so much? You haven't even seen him with your own eyes! You don't even know what he looks like!"

Dess exhaled sharply, turning away from him. His shoulders were tense, and his fingers twitched as if suppressing the urge to lash out.

"Forget it. There's no point in arguing... Let's just focus on building the mechanism."

His words were dismissive, but his clenched fists revealed the anger boiling within him. His mind was racing, frustration and resentment swirling together. He turned back around, his voice lower but filled with conviction.

"If Mr. David hadn't given you all the antidote, you would think the same way I do!" His fists tightened. "One day, you'll all understand who the real enemy is."

His words hung in the air, thick with meaning. No one dared to speak. Even Feto, usually quick to challenge Dess, remained quiet. It was as if an invisible line had been drawn between Dess and the rest of them.

Mr. David observed him carefully but chose not to press the issue further. Instead, he let out a deep sigh and gestured toward the workshop.

"Let's get back to work," he ordered.

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The Airship Construction Begins

The next morning, the team resumed their work on the airship. The massive structure was beginning to take shape, its metallic frame towering over them as they meticulously assembled its components.

Everyone worked efficiently, following the blueprints and coordinating their efforts. However, there was something different about Dess.

While the others worked with precision, he worked with obsession. Every wire, every bolt, every panel—he examined them with extreme focus, adjusting and perfecting every minor detail. It was as if he had a deeper, hidden purpose behind his actions.

Mr. David watched from a distance. He observed how Dess seemed completely immersed in the construction, almost as if he was planning something beyond the mission itself.

"This isn't just hard work," Mr. David murmured to himself. "There's something else going on."

By midday, the framework of the airship was nearly complete. The team paused for a short break, grabbing water and catching their breath. But Dess did not stop.

Instead, he continued working, tightening bolts and making adjustments. His hands moved with urgency, as though he was preparing for something.

Mr. David approached him. "You're working harder than usual. What's on your mind?"

Dess forced a casual chuckle. "Just making sure this thing is flawless. We'll need it, won't we?"

Mr. David nodded. "Good. We'll need that enthusiasm when we take down the aliens."

Dess didn't reply. Instead, he tightened a bolt with more force than necessary.

Inside, his mind was racing.

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The Secret Search

Late at night, after the team had finished working for the day, Dess quietly slipped away.

Moving cautiously through the base's dimly lit corridors, he made his way toward Mr. David's secret basement. His heart pounded in his chest.

He had to find out where Cargo was.

If he could locate him, he could uncover the truth once and for all.

Reaching the heavy metal door of the basement, Dess hesitated for only a moment. He had seen Mr. David enter the access code earlier.

4-9-2-1-7.

A soft beep confirmed access. The door slid open with a mechanical hiss.

Stepping inside, Dess found himself in a vast underground chamber filled with classified documents, high-tech equipment, and holographic screens displaying alien intelligence reports. The dim lighting gave the entire room an eerie, almost secretive atmosphere.

Wasting no time, he began searching through the files, scanning every document, every blueprint. He needed to find Cargo's location.

Minutes passed. Then an hour.

Nothing.

His frustration grew. "There has to be something…"

Moving toward a large shelf filled with storage boxes, he reached for one—only for his foot to accidentally kick a smaller box near the ground.

The box tumbled over, its lid snapping open.

A rolled-up parchment fell out.

Dess froze.

His breathing became shallow as he slowly reached down and picked it up.

With trembling hands, he unrolled the aged paper.

His eyes widened.

At the center of the map was a marked location.

'Cargo.'

"So this is where he is…"

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden voice.

"DESS! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Mr. David's voice echoed through the basement.

Panic surged through Dess' body.

If Mr. David found him here, everything would be over.

Without thinking, he quickly rolled up the map and shoved it into his jacket. Then, moving as quickly and silently as possible, he headed for the exit.

Just as he reached the doorway, he saw Mr. David approaching from the corridor.

Dess barely had time to compose himself.

"Where the hell were you? I've been calling you!" Mr. David demanded.

Thinking fast, Dess forced a casual tone. "I was just… checking the reactor core. Making sure everything was stable."

Mr. David stared at him for a long moment. Then, with a sigh, he shook his head. "Fine. Just don't disappear like that again."

Dess nodded, forcing a smile. But inside, his heart was still racing.

"I have the map. Now… I just need to figure out how to get to Cargo."

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The Next Morning: The Decision

Dess barely slept that night. His mind was overwhelmed with the revelation.

He had spent so long arguing with the others, trying to make them see what he saw. But they wouldn't listen.

And now, with the map in his possession, he knew what he had to do.

The next morning, the team gathered once again at the construction site. They worked as usual, unaware of the secret burning in Dess' mind.

Mr. David and Feto discussed the airship's next phase. Grasshopper was adjusting the propulsion system. Everything seemed normal.

Except for Dess.

He was quieter than usual. His eyes frequently darted toward the exit. His hands moved with focus, but his thoughts were elsewhere.

"I have to go alone," he thought. "I can't wait any longer."

He had made his decision.

Dess was going to find Cargo.

To be continued…