Evolving Infinitely From An E-Class Hero-Chapter 45: Inside The Space Ship

I originally thought that this strike team would end up meeting a few High Orcs here and there and we’d work as a team until we came up to the boss.

But, turns out these High Orcs really seem to understand the concept of overwhelming numbers.

After a short while, we finally got past the long double walks of High Orcs and kept walking straight forward towards the direction of the space ship.

The aliens followed closely behind like a dark cloak, lumming over our shoulders constantly oozing killing intent.

It was a long walk even for me, Ghost Town of Sector Z was a huge place and the space ship was at the epicenter of all the darkness and barrenness.

Trooper slowed down his walking speed gradually until he arrived at my side. This act forced Dr. Grace to twitch with intrigue.

"E-Class...", he said with a hushed voice.

"Yes?"

I answered all the while looking ahead. He too didn’t turn to make eye contact or glance back at the High Orcs walking closely behind us.

"How did you understand their language?..." He said just over a breath, I could barely even hear.

I sniffed.

"Ermm... My mom works at an ISA research lab, they captured a few of them during the first contact war and have been studying them... So you can piece it together from there".

He nodded.

Did I get buy it?.

"Tch. At least you’ve been useful around here. Carrying all that load and now being a translator... Nice"

He took a subtle step closer to me.

"We... As soon as we meet the boss, we’re going to attack right away. When that happens, I need you to step away from harms way... If maybe, just maybe we can cut the head of the octopus, its tar tentacles would stop moving".

That explains why he changed his mind earlier.

This guy hadn’t given up yet.

How heroic.

Although it was unlikely for the heroes to win against Sherman of the High Orcs, it was indeed a better plan than fighting till death earlier.

However, I didn’t matter if they succeeded in killing the Sherman or managed to restrain him, they would still meet a chickens death right away inside the space ship after being in an unfamiliar territory a d surrounded by countless High Orcs.

The odds of this strike team returning to the outside world alive were still incredibly low.

"While their attention will be on us, I need you to escape from the ship and get out of Ghost Town. Once you get out, you must alert the ISA to get help..."

"We’ll try as much as possible to hold our own before the reinforcement come..."

It was a good plan, but still even at that they would still die.

The ISA already know the situation at hand, with the help of Dr Grace Sparks’ bug I’m sure the already know about the sudden change of events, they’re just sticking it out to see what I would do about it.

Even if I manage to get reinforcements for the strike team, by the time they got to the venue everything would be over for them.

"Are you thinking of dying along side the Sherman?"

I sneaked a glance at Trooper with the corner of my eye. His face remained hardened but there was no atom of wavering in his eyes.

This guy really thinks he had a shot here.

I admired the courage, but it was all to late.

"Our job here is to cripple the High Orcs system and end thier hold on this part of Sector Z — not to make it out alive..."

His voice gave some conviction as he spoke.

"We will do our job accordingly to what we were asked... I do hope someone as weak as you with no means of protection can make it out alive."

A smirk played at the corner of my lips. Me? Weak? At this point, I found it funny that I was called weak, if only I can see the look on all their faces when I reassess.

***

OUTSIDE GHOST TOWN PERIMETER.

SECTOR Z

"Shadow Girl; S-Class, Rank 13... Do you copy?"

"Yes, crystal clear..."

"This is The Apostle speaking..."

Yelena Darkov stood just outside of the Ghost Town perimeter gate in her superhero gear, she had one hand against her ear as she received feedback directly from the ISA call center at Tower A, Sector A.

Her black, spandex clothing seemed to absorb the moonlight.

She had raven-black hair was made into a bob that swung lightly with the breeze just beyond her shoulders. A slim visor covered her eyes, glowing faintly violet.

She took one glance at the gate and narrowed her eyes to a thin slit. She was calculative, precise and intentional about every turn of her head.

"Roger... What is my mission", she said almost nonchalantly. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"Ahem... There has been an unexpected change of events, the Ghost Town Strike Team seem to be in perilous position..."

"Your mission is to aid and assist the heroes who are already inside and t the same time keep a watchful eye on the E-Class hero by the name Reno Renly aka Skateboard Man..."

Whirring...

’E-Class? Why would an E-Class Hero be of interest?’

"An E-class hero shouldn’t be hard to take care of... What is so special about him?" She asked, tilting her head inquisitively, staring at the Ghost Town gate.

"He is has a possibility of being... Let’s say out of control... Any move he makes against you or the other heroes, you have authority to drop him"

Whirring.

"Roger... Shadow Girl S-Class, Rank 13. Out!"

Click.

"What’s going on... Who the hell is this E-Class hero, Skateboard Man. He sounded more terrified of him than the High Orcs..."

She winced with the look of disgust suddenly plastering in her face.

"This place reeks by the way..."

***

As we kept walking, Trooper had somehow communicated to the rest of the heroes about his grand plan.

And just like that, the loj of determination became clearly visible on their faces again. The kept their mouths shut to a thin strip as if the High Orcs would try to pry the information from their mouths.

Just then, Dr Grace Sparks soed up till she came up to my side and began scrambling through the contents of the bag I carried on my hands.

I turned my head towards her and asked.

"What are you doing?"

"Hold on."

She dipped her hand into the bag and brought out a small hand note.

"Trooper told me about the plan... I need you to get an information across to my daughter in case..."

I didn’t even have to ask too much questions she had already started providing me with an extensive explanation. She took out a pen from her trousers and began jotting down somethings down.

I noticed her hands were shaking uncontrollably, she was scared. To think of it, she would have been a better candidate to call for backup, but I think Trooper thought of the fact that I can physically run faster.

She kept bumping into me as she scribbled away in her note. Then she tire out the script and handed it to me.

"Ummm... Okay?"

I grabbed it slowly and tilted my head and just like that Dr Grace Sparks began to tear up.

"I wrote down what I wanted to say to my husband and daughter. When you get outside, please make sure that they get it... Please".

Ting.

What was this feeling I suddenly felt? Did I feel funny in a situation like this?

If I had laughed it would have probably hurt her feelings, but I understand where she’s coming from.

Under no circumstance would I let anything to happen to any of these heroes u der my watch though, that one was for sure. So, this fear she’s feeling is merely an illusion of unawareness.

"I’ll hold on to this for the time being, but I’m absolutely sure you’ll be the one to deliver this yourself... Maybe you’ll even say it to them rather than a note..."

I turned to look her straight in her eyes, through her glasses.

"I won’t let anything happen to you..."

I knew she knew what I was capable of.

She nodded softly and wiped her tears with her sleeves.

Just then, our sights caught a glimpse of the entrance of the ship. Blue light poured out from within, almost as if it was inviting us to our doom.

The anxiety from the heroes came over the air and I could feel it on my skin like a second layer.

The ship’s entrance loomed like the gaping jaw of some ancient beast, its metal frame arched and twisted in a way that felt unnatural.

The inner walls pulsed faintly with a dim, bluish light—like veins carrying some strange lifeblood. Strange glyphs, etched in a language none of us understood, flickered across the surface, glowing brighter the closer we approached. The air around the vicinity was unnaturally cold, and every breath felt like inhaling frost and dread.

There was no sound—no hum of machines, no creak of metal—only the hollow, consuming silence that made our footsteps seem too loud. It was as if the ship itself was holding its breath, waiting for us to cross that line and never return.

We stepped in and a High Orc led us through a series of curves and bends until we were greeted by a huge open space.

I scanned the room immediately and just then—

Whoosh-

A huge wave of killing hit, completely startling everyone out of their skeleton.

"Sherman..."