After finalizing the God-Making Project with Halsey, William decided not to disturb her and Cortana's work process any further and left the observation room alone.
William also told Hank and a group of Alphas to move around freely on the island and relax.
Yet, even after the order was given, these Alphas still kept their distance and followed silently behind him.
As soon as he left the building.
"Whoosh... slap..." "Oh! Oh!" He could hear the waves crashing against the shore, the cries of a few cheeky seagulls, and feel the damp, salty sea breeze.
The orange-tinted afternoon sunlight was a bit blinding.
William squinted his eyes to adjust for a moment before walking towards the beach outside the Base.
He prepared to carefully admire the unique scenery of the Indian Ocean.
"Today we are simulating urban combat training. Is the UBCS ready?!"
"Officer! Yes, Officer!"
"Good! Eliminate all targets and capture the city. Attack!"
"Hoo-rah!"
William hadn't walked far inside the Base when he heard the loud shouts of the UBCS company stationed there coming from his right.
He turned his head to look.
In the open space in front of the urban simulation training ground, a group of UBCS personnel were dressed in short sleeves and trousers, wearing tactical belts and carrying standard-issue AAES rifles.
Among the UBCS crowd, there were also a few young Spartans, who seemed to have volunteered to participate in the training.
Following the company commander's order, the UBCS and the Spartans began to flood into the simulated urban area.
Humanoid targets popped up randomly from various types of cover.
"Pop! Pop-pop! Pop!"
Rhythmic gunfire erupted.
The targets were either shredded by dense volleys of bullets or cut in half or decapitated by the gunfire.
The UBCS were the same as always.
Raising their guns, aiming, and firing—their movements were fluid and quite a sight to behold.
But that group of young Spartans...
They were like aim-bots, somehow managing to fire with absolutely no recoil just by using their bodies.
This reminded William of memories from his original World, playing a certain game's competitive mode with his friends, where the opponents would turn on "spinbot" mode when they were behind in the score.
A nightmarish memory.
In fact, apart from the surgery in half a year, the Spartans had nothing else they needed to learn.
So, William canceled the painful daily schedule that the Spartans had, which was like that of a Japan high school student.
Letting the children have more free time.
After all...
The body strengthened by the t-virus only increased the success rate of the surgery; there would still be a few unlucky children who wouldn't make it.
Either dying in pain or suffering lifelong disabilities.
Halsey and William had been hiding this fact.
Rather than living in pain and torture after learning the truth, it was better for them to die without knowing.
It was cruel, but helpless.
"Sigh." William stopped to watch for a while, sighed, and continued walking outside.
——————... Outside the Base;
William had long since taken off his suit, socks, and leather shoes, handing them to the Alphas following behind him.
With his hands in his pockets, he strolled barefoot.
Stepping on the soft, slightly warm sand gave him the pleasant sensation of a foot massage.
With his eyes slightly closed, he spread his arms to enjoy the sea breeze and listen to the music of nature.
His body and mind were briefly released. Comfortable.
In reality, William's pace of life was very fast, forcing his nerves to remain constantly tense.
He opened his eyes, looked at the shimmering sea surface, and muttered to himself:
"It's time to enjoy some private life. There are two movies coming out at the end of the year; which premiere should I attend? Hmm. Better to follow Halsey's schedule. Once she gets the God-Making Project on the right track, I'll take her out for a stroll. Being cooped up in an isolated laboratory all the time, she'll go crazy sooner or later..."
Thinking of Halsey, William felt a warmth in his heart.
Andre and Hank were, in a sense, his family. It's just that Andre's thinking was too rigid.
Aside from "My Lord Russell, My Lord Russell," all he did was urge him to quickly have a few children so the Russell Family would have an heir.
William even began to suspect that his late Grandpa had some kind of brainwashing black technology.
Hank, like a trusted confidant, was exactly the same as Andre.
It was like the things Hank said were about to give William calluses on his ears. "Boss, you should rest!" "Boss, it's time to go!" "Boss!" and things like that. It was all well-intentioned, but too rigid.
In comparison, Halsey's personality was more distinct, and she understood his thoughts better. She was quirky, charming, and well-endowed.
She even made William genuinely fall for her... Fall for her... Hmm...
"Number Three, get up." "Ouch... John, please spare me. The Boss already said we could rest freely this week... Ah, it hurts, it hurts!" "Myron, come on, keep going! Woo-hoo!"
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Hearing the playful noise nearby, William returned to his gentlemanly posture and lowered his arms. He looked towards the beach to the north.
He saw John, Myron, and Karl, all wearing training gear, also barefoot, engaged in combat training by the shore.
John was using a Kimura lock to pin down a miserable-looking Myron.
Karl was half-squatting beside the two of them, cheering Myron on.
Finally, Myron's face turned beet red as he said, "I! I! Can't do it anymore!"
Seeing this, John stood up and released the hold, then bent down, extended his left hand, and said calmly, "Number Three, you need to use your brute strength skillfully, otherwise you won't be able to improve. Only by becoming stronger can you protect humanity and save your own life."
"Hiss..." Myron, lying on his back on the sand, twisted his neck and shook his sore arms. He reached out and gripped John's hand tightly, using the leverage to stand up, and complained, "I know, I know! But it's so hard to get a few days of rest, can you stop drilling me?"
"No." John, expressionless, put some distance between himself and Myron, assumed a fighting stance again, and said, "Continue."
Myron, on the verge of tears, put his hands together, shaking them up and down in front of him, and begged, "Please let me go, brother, you're my own brother!"
Seeing this, William approached and reminded them, "Children, only with a balance of tension and relaxation can you ensure the best state."
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Realizing William was approaching, the three children turned and saluted in unison, saying, "Boss."
"Alright, there's no need to be so formal." William motioned for them to stand at ease and relax.
And smiled at John, saying, "John, come, walk with me."
"This..." John was slightly confused, but still nodded respectfully and said, "Yes."
"Whew! Thank God!" Watching John and William walk away, Myron let out a sigh of relief, slumped over, and collapsed onto the sand, sighing, "The Boss is so good... He also knows that guy John is being too much, he should really teach him a lesson."
"Hehe~ Alright, stop complaining." Karl covered his mouth and laughed, "Let's go, let's head back to the Base to join the other partners for live-fire training."
"Huh?! Still training? Spare me, sister..."
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