The man knew this perfectly well, but he was not anxious.
His mission was not to kill this Xenomorph Guard, but to hold it back.
He needed to buy enough quiet time for the white-haired old man behind him.
The old man was currently standing in front of a main control console, his age-spotted fingers steadily tapping on the emergency backup control panel.
Lines of code flowed through his mind like running water, transforming into precise input commands.
Even before the Main God Game descended, he had cracked national-level firewalls.
Now that he had awakened his SS-Level Talent, Super Brain, his expertise in this field had advanced even further.
At the very least, the final barrier left by the Man with Gold-Rimmed Glasses, though complicated, was not insurmountable.
What he needed was time.
"Fifteen minutes."
The old man didn't turn his head, his voice hoarse but steady.
"Give me fifteen minutes, and I can transfer the control authority of Queen Plaga from the Doctor's brainwave lock to the neural interface implanted in you."
"By then..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
By then, the man would be able to completely control the ultimate biological weapon sleeping in the underground pool, using the chip implanted deep within his consciousness.
The SSS-Level Bee Master Hunter.
That would no longer be a distant legend, but a reality within reach.
Long before, he had proposed the hypothesis that dungeons existed in reality, and it was eventually confirmed by that person.
Therefore, he dared to forcefully merge the worldviews of several of these dungeons at the cost of his own lifespan.
This allowed him to breed even more terrifying entities and gain control over them.
From the very beginning, he had planned everything, from giving that Biological Doctor a Facehugger, to providing future information and the location of the Plaga Parasite.
Up until this current Jurassic Dungeon, he forcefully merged a distorted timeline with it.
And this was something only a Balancer capable of modifying dungeons could achieve.
The price was transitioning from youth into old age.
The man did not look back.
He simply nodded slightly, lowered his stance, and once again faced off against the Guard Xenomorph that was struggling to stand up from the ruins, confronting it in the center of the empty, ravaged laboratory.
The alloy floor beneath his feet already bore several distinct footprints.
Fifteen minutes.
Not too long... On the surface, Lilith raised her head, her scarlet vertical pupils penetrating layers of concrete and earth, as if seeing the two opposing auras deep underground.
A cold arc curved at the corner of her mouth.
The dark red bracelet on her wrist gently rotated.
"Let's go."
She spoke to Liya and the five new members behind her.
"It's time to go see humanity's new creation in this world..."
Saying this, Lilith took a step with her feet clad in small leather boots and left the area.
Lilith walked along the shattered main road of the park, appearing relaxed and carefree compared to the tension of the others, as if strolling through her own backyard.
None of the Zombie Dinosaurs emitting tyrannical auras dared to approach within ten meters of her.
It wasn't that they didn't want to.
It was that they couldn't.
Five paces behind her followed Liya and Forde's group of five.
Their vision was completely dominated by the scenes constantly unfolding before them.
Whenever a Zombie Dinosaur with murky eyes darted out from the shadows of the ruins, Lilith didn't need to make any move at all.
The nearest Xenomorph would suddenly erupt, like an Guard receiving the highest command!
They lunged at their targets with agility completely unsuited to their massive size—Tail Blade piercing, Inner Jaw ejecting, claws tearing!
Acid blood splashed, and bone separated from flesh.
The Zombie Dinosaurs, which were virtually indestructible to ordinary armed personnel, couldn't last three seconds under the Xenomorphs' siege.
They were dragged into the shadows, submerged beneath a more ferocious killing instinct, unable to even let out a complete scream.
Throughout the entire process, Lilith didn't even glance sideways.
She simply continued walking, her military boots stepping over blood and rubble, maintaining a steady, unhurried pace.
It was as if the monstrous beasts fighting and dying for her were merely celebratory fireworks automatically blooming on both sides of the red carpet she walked upon.
Forde swallowed hard.
He secretly glanced at his teammates beside him and found their expressions identical to his own: pupils slightly dilated, lips slightly parted, facial muscles in a state of subtle rigidity caused by extreme shock yet fear of speaking out.
Xenomorphs personally clearing the path.
This was not fantasy, nor special effects; it was reality unfolding right before their eyes.
Those perfect Hunters whose mission in movies was to slaughter humans were now acting like the most loyal hounds, clearing all obstacles from their master's path.
He recalled someone in the team joking that if they could tame a Xenomorph, the dungeon difficulty would immediately drop by half.
But the Silver-Haired little loli before them... she had tamed an entire army.
No! It wasn't taming; these Xenomorphs automatically submitted to her.
"M-Miss Liya..."
Forde's voice, pressed extremely low, carried a tremor.
"What exactly is the Leader..."
He didn't finish, because he didn't know what he wanted to ask.
Was she human? Was she a god? Or a life form older and more powerful than the Xenomorphs... Liya did not turn around.
She simply spoke indifferently, her voice steady.
"She is the Leader."
She paused, then continued.
"She is 'Night'."
"She is the future Master of America."
"She is—"
She turned her face slightly, her pale golden eyes sweeping over the five people, her tone calm but beyond doubt.
"She is an existence you must look up to, and one you need not attempt to understand."
At this moment, Liya couldn't help but give herself a mental thumbs-up. Without realizing it, she had instantly elevated the Leader to an object of reverence, and her words had been heard clearly, word for word, by the Leader.
Glancing at the Leader, she saw that their Leader now seemed to walk with an air of absolute dominance!
After a long moment, the five people simultaneously fell silent and nodded heavily.
They no longer tried to understand.
They only needed to follow.
Follow this little loli who was about to reach the peak of human combat power!
...Park Main Control Room.
A white-haired old man stood in front of the main screen, his back to the crowd, silent as a mountain.
On the screen, the Silver-Haired Girl and her entourage, guarded by swarms of Xenomorphs, moved as if entering an uninhabited land, heading straight toward the depths of the park.
Several armed interception lines deployed along the way had been torn to shreds by the Xenomorph Swarm before she even arrived.
The last frame sent back by the survivors of the Cleaners Squad showed only a petite silhouette and an overwhelming expanse of black Exoskeleton.
Then communication ceased.
Inside the central control room, the silence was like a graveyard.
"She refused."
A Liaison Officer spoke with difficulty, his voice dry.
"The, the third time. We attempted to use public channels, targeted communications, and the emergency backup channel to express our willingness to talk and cooperate with her, promising to provide the park's highest authority, all research data, and even generous terms for future long-term cooperation."
He paused, seemingly savoring the replies that were so brief they bordered on rudeness.
"Her Deputy only replied with six words."
"'The Leader says: Not interested.'"