I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1018 - 626 Lurking_3
Chapter 1018: Chapter 626: Lurking_3
Chapter 1018 -626: Lurking_3
However, the atmosphere within the fleet had changed.
Quentin Cooper needed the help of these older stalwarts.
But many of the senior figures who once held high positions had only a lifespan of twenty to thirty years at most, or even as short as ten years.
He wanted to increase the proportion of the First Generation in the fleet population, to have some of the sleepers return to their high-ranking jobs, but it was fraught with problems. Even if these people were willing to sacrifice their lives in advance, their persistence could only last until around 2930.
By then, when the First Generation truly died out completely and further problems arose, it might be even more difficult to recover.
So, although Quentin Cooper had already begun to feel the pressure, he still restrained himself from easily awakening the older generation of the First Generation.
…
In the hyper-secret channel of the supreme commander, Quentin Cooper and his disciple Dylan Mitchell started talking again.
“Teacher, some people are beyond salvation. We can’t identify their means of communication, but my intuition tells me that they’re discussing something. I suspect that some people are trying to bypass the monitoring of the intelligent system, plotting to hijack some ships and escape in the direction away from the Milky Way Galaxy. I even suspect that some people are preparing to launch the Fleet Constitution, initiating the power transition of the fleet command ahead of schedule.”
Having grown for several more decades, Dylan Mitchell, as one of the best among the Second Generation of Humans, had matured to the point where he no longer allowed his emotions to show through easily.
Quentin Cooper nodded, “I know. Dylan, what do you think their most likely approach is?”
“Their plotting is tantamount to rebellion, but they don’t want to cause damage to the fleet. They are extremely conceited, always thinking that they are right. I believe they’ll try a peaceful evolution, to force you, teacher, to hand over power. Some of the coordinators of the Prometheus Project are working hard to study the Fleet Constitution, preparing a whole new plan, even trying to convince the Empire. The highest motivation of the Expeditionary Army is being shaken.”
Quentin Cooper smiled, “I think the effect they want to achieve is this: give the choice to everyone, those who want to continue to the Galactic Center will continue to move forward. Those who want to turn back and leave should organize fleet ships to leave. The fleet will be divided into two. But anyhow, there are still some people who believe in our original decision and will choose to go to the Galactic Center. These people definitely need a commander to lead them.”
“Teacher, what do you mean?”
“From now on, you will enter hibernation.”
“Hibernation?”
“A fake hibernation. Your mind will remain active, and at the same time, you, as a member of the Second Generation of Humans, will infiltrate the Rebel Army and become their leader.”
“General Cage’s 38-year-old son, Aphelios, is ahead of me. He’s also very capable; I can tell that he’s very close with the Third Generation and has a high reputation.”
“He’s not as capable as you; you will win. You can make him your Deputy Officer. What they’re pursuing is an ideal, a difference in ideas, not power. He will be willingly cooperate. You pretend to hibernate, secretly forming alliances, and that’s already the greatest rebellion. You set your motive for rebellion as you have doubts about my command ability, and that you are discontent about losing my trust and support. This is your statement of intent, others will believe you. Go and organize the Rebel Army with the fastest speed and the most dominant means.”
“Alright, teacher, I understand.”
At this point, Dylan finally understood why his teacher had never summoned him in person since 2876, only contacting him privately through the top-secret channel, which had been going on for almost twenty years.
As it turned out, the teacher had a plan all along.
At the same time, he could not help but feel sad for his teacher.
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The teacher was indeed a good person, very generous and kind-hearted.
He didn’t want to take up the butcher’s knife easily until it came to this point.
Now he had no choice.
