Chapter 31: Military Rank? Not Even a Dog Would Want It!

Chapter 31: Military Rank? Not Even a Dog Would Want It!

  Some people at the base saw Yang Bo rushing out the door and wondered if he was crazy. Even the people at the base were puzzled.

  When Yang Bo arrived at the task submission area, the staff opened the bag and were stunned. The silver fur signified status, so the staff quickly called the base manager.

  The base manager appeared to Yang Bo as an NPC-style character. In reality, upon seeing the silver rat's corpse and the third-generation crude blade mecha, the base manager realized this was an A-class mutated creature—the base had never killed one since its establishment.

  Yang Bo waited boredly for the test results. The base couldn't believe that a mech of Yang Bo's level could achieve such a result.

"Is this the D-class mutated rat?" The base personnel looked at the test report and immediately recognized the rat's identity. The D-class mutated rat had existed for a long time, but due to the complex terrain, it was difficult to capture and had been around for many years.

  "I didn't expect it to be an A-class creature. It must have unique abilities. Report it." The base manager reported it.

  At an altitude of tens of thousands of kilometers, on a massive warship over a hundred kilometers long, a woman wearing a Federation brigadier general's uniform was reviewing the report sent from Base 16 on the planet.

  "Bring it here immediately."The woman's figure was obscured by her loose-fitting uniform, but her face was undeniably beautiful, though she had a slightly cold demeanor. She spoke softly.

"Activate the S-class research laboratory. I need to know everything about this rat as soon as possible and use the materials to develop a gene-based medication for testing."

"Do not announce this information for now."

  "Personal rewards can be granted in the form of military ranks."

  One order after another was issued from the woman's side. The warship's computer executed each command. On the warship, the computer served as an auxiliary tool, as anyone who could become a captain was at least an A-class genetically enhanced individual, and one with intellectual evolution as their specialization. It was said that such genetically evolved individuals possessed brain computational power that surpassed even the warship's computer.

  "Military rank? No, I just want gold coins." Yang Bo waited for an hour and finally received the results: it was an A-class mutated creature, and a very rare special A-class mutated creature at that.

"Um, are you sure you don't want it?" The base manager was a bit confused, as accepting the military rank would grant access to a lot of information and privileges.

  Yang Bo sneered inwardly. Yes, military ranks had many benefits, but Yang Bo was well aware that this game wasn't just a game—it was damn real. Once he accepted it, his identity would become an issue, and he could be conscripted at any time. Although it wasn't certain whether military ranks in the game were linked to reality, Yang Bo dared not take the risk.

  He didn't feel much about the Alliance. If it were ever invaded, he'd hightail it to another country.

"No, what's with you guys? This is just a game, stop being so tedious." Yang Bo replied firmly, annoyed.

  "Then, dear player, we'd like to conduct a survey. Would you be available?" The base manager asked again, desperate to know how Yang Bo had managed to kill the A-class mutated creature.

"Not available, but I'll give you game coins if you pay me." Yang Bo shook his head.

  "Uh, okay, surrender the A-class mutated creature, and you'll receive three million game coins as a reward. Since the creature you surrendered is a special mutated creature, the reward will be increased by two million, totaling five million gold coins." The base management felt a mix of emotions; after all, that was five million.

  If it were the base's large teams eliminating the A-class mutated creature, it would be understandable, after all, their mecha equipment is top-notch. But this? A basic mecha and an unreliable player...

"Hehe." Yang Bo had already checked. An A-class mutated creature is worth 30 million, an A+ is 100 million, and an S-class is 1 billion.

  However, Yang Bo also knew that the people behind the game wouldn't lose out. If they took the A-class creature back to make gene potions, once successful, who knows how many A-class gene evolvers they could create.

Of course, there was also the possibility of failure. A-class mutated creatures came in many types, and some worthless ones with no special abilities weren't very valuable.

  Yang Bo didn't envy those who used gene serums at all, because his own abilities were even more powerful than theirs.

"Dear player, we'd like to view your battle footage. We're willing to pay five million gold coins for it."

"Five million is too little," Yang Bo muttered to himself. Couldn't the official team access the backend?

  What Yang Bo didn't know was that the official side could view it, but it required an application and permissions, which was a hassle. It involved data security, the military on one side, and mecha manufacturing companies and player game terminals on the other.

  In the Federation, the program always comes first. As long as the program is correct, even if you kill a hundred people, you won't be guilty.

  "Our base has limited permissions."

"Five million, then five million." Yang Bo nodded, then followed the other party's guidance to sign an agreement and handed over the recording of this incident to the base.

"Haha, haha!" Yang Bo logged out of the game. Though he didn't fully understand, the gains were tangible.

  He checked his stealth status: Advanced (105/1000), Camouflage: Master (8210/10000)

  At the base, those who watched the footage slapped their thighs in realization and swiftly deployed dozens of guards and fighter jets to collect every single body—even the tiniest animal tissue—from the incident site.

  During this process, they discovered five relatively intact C-class mutated rat corpses, along with other shattered remains, roughly estimated to be a colony of this A-class mutated rat.

  "Hmm." At an altitude of tens of thousands of kilometers, the female officer inside the warship finished watching the battle footage provided by Yang Bo. The footage from earlier was not provided, and her usually unchanging icy expression finally showed some change.

  The female officer closed her eyes, then began typing rapidly. Within minutes, the data was sent to higher-level departments.

The base also received this data. The A-class mutated creature had been completely deceived this time. Having lived for so many years, it was cautious, prudent, and timid.

  This time, it had sensed the scent of food, and with other small animals feeding nearby, the mutated rat had brought its entire family to dine. Little did it know that Yang Bo, the cunning one, had placed a hydrogen bomb beneath the cow's corpse.

  The rat's formidable defensive capabilities withstood the hydrogen bomb's shockwave, but unfortunately, its internal organs were severely damaged by the immense force. This was due to the confined space at the time; on open ground, the mutant creature's speed could have allowed it to escape unscathed.

  This rat had evolved from a D-class creature, developing a timid and cautious nature.

  At that moment, on the warship, the female officer's mouth was wide open in disbelief as she looked at the paper report in her hands: "Is the special ability confirmed to be invisibility?"

(End of this chapter)