Sowhere in a desert in the Arican continent, a secret base sits neatly with nothing but wide open lands around it. The base's secretive nature and its purpose to create era-breaking weapons have given it a legendary status around the world. Even a tribal chief from a secluded forest would know of this place's existence. That's just how incredible this place is.
Many unknown models of planes take off regularly, robots that can transform between vehicle form and humanoid form can be seen occasionally patrolling the base, and reports of small green n are prevalent among the very few neighbourhoods that still stand at the periter of the base.
Such stories are astonishing if they didn't co from this place. The mont the na of the base is uttered, all of those supernatural phenona beco natural phenona. That is simply the nature of this place.
The surface may give an image that the base is mostly used to test experintal aircraft, but underneath clear such shallow assumptions. Underneath the base are labs that are crawling horizontally and vertically. Hundreds of cubic kilotres of earth have been dug to allow the construction of all the labs that research a lot of things. Antimatter, anti-gravity, dark fla, mineral extraction from lava, and, more importantly, aliens.
All of these activities surely would need soone to oversee them, and there is only one person who stands at the top of this base. Being trusted with billions of research dollars and words is to be followed to the T inside the base. His na is Light Star.
"The previous breach was caused by six-eight-two. Several proposals are currently being studied to help contain him better. We expect these studies to bear fruit in two weeks."
"I understand. You may leave."
In a spacious room deep under the earth, a man with silver hair sits behind a luxurious tal table. The tal table's surface is covered with many things, so are his belongings, like his personal laptop, phone, and notebook.
*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*
"Hmm…"
His ringing phone instantly caught his attention. Being the leader of a very secretive base, only a handful of people can get hold of him. His phone number, technically, doesn't exist. He can only be called if the individual has tapped into a very secure and protected network.
On his phone screen, the caller's na is shown in white text. It says 'Idiot #1'. He grabbed the phone and picked it up the phone.
"What do you need, Igo?"
"Oh, co on, old buddy! Old pal!"
"No, I will not join your MLM business."
"How desperate do you think I am!?"
"Desperate enough to call for ."
"Exactly!"
"So what kind of problem did you get into now?"
"Ah! You see!! I've grown!! I'm calling because I need help with a problem that will happen."
"And my advice is to not do whatever you're going to do."
"Too late. Already suck my toes."
"Oh, for the love of… Sigh… What do you want?"
"You know how I beca an Uma Musu trainer, right? Sluuurrrrppp…"
"Yes, and?"
"Can you help research a way to strengthen their leg bones?"
"Doesn't that count as cheating?"
"There's no rule against bone strengthening in the book. Nothing written, then nothing is broken. And how the fuck are they going to check anyway? Bringing a crowbar to every race?"
"Sigh… What's in it for ?"
"I'll pay you."
"I received millions in an hour from the governnt. I don't need anymore."
"Yeah, but is any of that money mine?"
"No."
"Exactly. You have billions of the governnt's money, but no Igo's money. It's a collector's item."
"Who in their right mind would collect your item?"
"..."
"You're right… That's a stupid question to ask."
"So you'll do it?"
"Even if I did. It would take a long ti, Igo."
"Oh, please… Just use your hypersonic lion tar and ask those Umaliens for help."
"First of all, it's a hyperbolic ti chamber. Second, Umaliens doesn't exist. And even if they did, asking their help on sothing so simple as a bone-strengthening thod is, in theory, a waste of their ti."
"Just tell those who don't exist that the three goddesses prophets ask them to."
"Were you visited by a biblically accurate angel last night or sothing?"
"We defeated one, right? Or was that just my hallucination?"
"You can't be a prophet if you kill the ssenger, Igo."
"Then I'll make myself one. I hereby declare, Igo Heita, to be a prophet of Igo-ism."
"Goddesses, you're annoying. Fine… I'll do it, but even if I did succeed, the thod would be far ahead of the normal doctors' thod, that you need a specialist for the job, Igo."
"What are the specifications?"
"Since it would be applied to Uma, then having your practitioner be an Uma might be beneficial. Also, it would be a biological procedure, so they would also need to have a deep understanding of biology. And since this would probably also have so aspect on engineering the Uma Musu's DNA to make it a permanent enhancent, so they would be an Uma Musu with a good understanding of bioengineering."
"You just wipe off a good portion of Japan…"
"That's what I… Wait a mont."
"Sure. It's raining here, so I'm not going anywhere."
The silver-haired man put down his phone and opened his laptop. He opens an old folder from his college days and finds a Word file full of people's nas alongside their majors.
"I might have your girl…"
"Whoa!! Really?!?! Who?!?!"
"You might want to find an Uma Musu nad Mogami. She is doing so research at Tokyo University. Just tell her I sent you. She'll know."
"You know her?"
"Sort of. I was the target of her puppy love. You know those now that you're surrounded by teenagers, right, Igo?"
"Yeah… These girls are looking at kinda weird, but I know it's just puppy love. They'll grow out of it, and then we'll part ways like usual. I doubt I'll marry any of them."
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