The moment the Alien Queen's aura was released, the entire Jurassic Park seemed to have its pause button pressed.
Those Brachiosaurus Xenomorphs that were hunting tourists stopped running, their slender necks turning toward the central laboratory.
The Stegosaurus Xenomorphs, which were tearing into Zombie Dinosaurs, halted their movements, the bone blades on their backs trembling slightly, as if in response.
The Triceratops Xenomorphs turned their hideous heads, composed of three sharp horns, and looked toward the same coordinates in unison.
Then, they moved simultaneously.
It wasn't to continue hunting.
It was to transport.
They were going to offer a gift to the newly awakened Queen.
The T-virus within those Zombie Dinosaurs simply could not spread among them.
Upon reaching adulthood, the Xenomorphs' acid blood and naturally powerful immune systems were the natural nemesis of the T-virus.
Furthermore, they had also integrated a variant of the T-virus into their bodies.
It wasn't an infection, but rather absorption, utilization, and self-strengthening.
Every dragged corpse of a Zombie Dinosaur would become the Queen's first feast after awakening... Laboratory Level Two.
Lilith withdrew her hand from stroking the Alien Queen's head, her fair and slender fingertips gently dropping away.
The Alien Queen let out a low, satisfied whimper, its massive body remaining in a bowed posture of submission, its dark-gold vertical pupils reflecting that petite figure.
Lilith turned around.
She was barefoot, stepping on the floor covered in metal shards and glass fragments, yet her fair soles remained completely unharmed.
She tilted her chin slightly, her crimson vertical pupils calmly scanning the nearby Brandy.
"I'm actually more curious,"
She spoke, her voice childish and cold, yet exceptionally clear in the empty laboratory.
"How you plan to take these Xenomorphs out of this world and back to reality."
Brandy's Adam's apple bobbed.
He clearly felt the meaning contained within that gaze.
It wasn't an inquiry; it was a command.
Answer well, and there might be a way to live.
Answer poorly, or try to hide something... He glanced at the heap of Titan Tyrant remains in the corner that hadn't been moved yet, and a chill ran down his spine.
Taking a deep breath, Brandy steadied his still violently trembling mind and spoke.
His voice was slightly hoarse from tension.
"I possess two SS-Level Talents."
He paused, seemingly organizing his words.
"One is [Brute Force], a pure strength-type talent, which was the capital that allowed me to fight that Guard. The other..."
He looked up, staring directly at Lilith.
"Is [Storage]."
"As the name suggests, it's a space-type talent that can store items. As long as I take the Alien Queen into this space, I can bring it back to reality."
"Storage... a space-attribute talent."
A flicker of interest flashed in Lilith's eyes.
The last guy who had a space-type talent was called [Kong].
The guy she had ground into blood-mud inch by inch.
Forti had once copied Kong's talent through Hegemony Trade; that hundred-meter teleportation range and five-second cooldown limit had some advantages in the early stages.
But the further things went, the smaller the advantage became.
After Speed breaks one hundred, every move can easily break the Speed of sound.
Even Fenrir, after transforming into a werewolf, can break the Speed of sound during a full sprint.
With a five-second cooldown and a hundred-meter distance, one could have been killed many times over already.
But [Storage] was different.
It was also an auxiliary type, but this talent could bring her greater benefits.
Being able to store living things.
What did this mean?
It meant Apocalypse could transport supplies in bulk and move rare creatures across the boundary between dungeons and reality.
It meant that in future dungeons, if rare and precious beasts worth capturing appeared, she could directly have Brandy pack them up and take them away.
It meant—
She glanced at the Alien Queen quietly prostrating behind her.
This ultimate biological weapon, a fusion of the Xenomorph Queen, Mosasaurus, T-virus, and Plaga Parasite, would become Apocalypse's private property.
Lilith spoke, her childish voice carrying an unquestionable decisiveness.
"I can give you a chance."
"Join Apocalypse. Work for me."
She paused, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly.
"Of course, you can also choose to refuse."
Brandy let out a bitter smile.
Refuse?
The remains of that Titan Tyrant were still lying in the corner.
Did he even need to ask what the outcome of refusal would be?
No one was unafraid of death.
Especially Hunters standing at the pinnacle of humanity; they understood the value of life even better than ordinary people.
But he didn't agree immediately.
He was silent for three seconds.
"Even if I join, someone won't agree."
He looked up, a trace of complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
"The country I'm from is England. All of England is currently under her rule. As long as she doesn't agree, no one can leave her domain."
"Her?"
The corners of Lilith's mouth curled up slightly.
That smile made Brandy's heart turn cold.
"You mean, that Lilith?"
She didn't wait for Brandy's answer, because she had already confirmed the answer.
She slowly took a step forward, her bare feet stepping on the cold metal floor.
"Then when you go back, just tell her—"
She tilted her chin slightly, and within her crimson eyes, a cold and playful light flickered.
"If she doesn't agree..."
"Then—"
Her voice wasn't loud, and even carried a bit of the crispness and innocence unique to children.
But every word was like a heavy hammer, smashing into the hearts of Brandy and the old man.
"[Night] will go there personally."
She paused, the curve of her mouth deepening.
"And while I'm at it, I'll settle some old debts in advance."
As the words fell, the entire laboratory fell into a deathly silence.
Brandy stood frozen on the spot.
The old man also stood frozen on the spot.
[Night].
This name was like a thunderclap, exploding in their minds.
They knew the little girl before them was an SSS-Rank Hunter.
They had even guessed she might be one of those near the top of the rankings. But they had never thought—
She was the one sitting at the very top of the list, the acknowledged strongest person in the human world.
The [Night] who had slaughtered tens of millions of the Swarm in Tokyo.
The [Night] who forced the Dragon Country's Luna, England's Lilith, and India's Brahma to all keep their distance.
Brandy's brain went blank.
He remembered that just now he had tried to use Lilith's name as a stall.
He had thought he might use national affiliation as an excuse.
And now, the opponent had used only one sentence—
"I will go there personally."
Six simple words, yet they made all his excuses a joke.
Because the one saying this was [Night].
It was the [Night] who made numerous SSS-Rank Hunter voluntarily leave the stage, not daring to face her head-on.
Lilith's domain? Lilith's rules? Lilith's unquestionability?
In front of [Night], what did those even count for!
Brandy took a deep breath, suppressing the stormy waves surging in his heart.
He looked up, meeting Lilith's calm and unruffled crimson vertical pupils.
This time, there was no hesitation in his eyes, no testing.
Only submission.
"I agree."
He spoke, his voice hoarse yet exceptionally clear.
"From this day forward, I, Brandy, am willing to serve Apocalypse."
Lilith nodded slightly.
There were no extra words, no expression of relief, not even any polite words to welcome him to the group.
Just a slight nod.
Then, she turned around.
Her bare feet stepped across the metal floor, making a faint sound.
The massive Alien Queen, as she turned, slowly raised its lowered head, but did not stand up, merely using those dark-gold vertical pupils to watch that petite back leave.
Lilith walked to the staircase leading to the surface and suddenly stopped.
She didn't look back, but merely said in that childish voice, indifferently.
"After you return, I can have it follow your commands for now; you only need to seek out powerful hosts for it from those dungeons."
As the words fell, she stepped forward and disappeared into the shadows of the stairs.
Leah followed closely behind, and the five Reincarnators, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly followed.
Brandy stood in place, staring at the disappearing back for a long time without moving.
The old man walked tremblingly to his side, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
After a long while.
Brandy suddenly smiled.
In that smile, there was bitterness, there was relief, and also a hint of luck.
"At least,"
He murmured, as if convincing himself.
"I'm still alive."
He turned his head to look at the Alien Queen, which was still prostrated on the ground, watching Lilith's departure.
The massive beast, the ultimate biological weapon that humans had exhausted their wisdom and sacrificed countless lives to create.
Yet it already had its own owner.
Brandy took a deep breath.
He knew that from this moment on, his life had completely changed.