Regressed with Omnipotent AI on Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 165: Divided Worlds

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"Nothing fancy. Just throwing rocks from a higher spot," Zack muttered. "The hard part's getting the rocks up there." He leaned forward, his brow furrowing. "Looks like they don't want me stepping into the east."

From the rocket's orbital path, it was clear—this satellite was positioned at exactly one Earth's distance from Annie, effectively creating a territorial divide. Neither Zack's satellite nor the new one could interfere with the other. "Ego, have you tracked the launch site?" Zack asked, his voice calm but laced with curiosity.

"Based on the trajectory, the rocket was likely launched from the Desert on east Continent," the AI replied. "The exact site is difficult to pinpoint due to limited monitoring in that region."

Zack frowned. The Desert on east Continent was a barren stretch of Gobi with only a handful of small survivor bases, none of which had the capability to launch such an advanced rocket. "If they launched from there..." Zack trailed off, piecing together the puzzle. "It has to be the Vanguard organization."

He drummed his fingers on the console, recalling Ego's earlier reports. "The three stealth satellites we shot down? Bet those were their handiwork too. They must've supplied them to those bases. No way those groups could've developed that kind of tech on their own, let alone launched them simultaneously."

"Probability: 97%," Ego confirmed. "The Vanguard organization likely staged the stealth satellite launches as a diversion, ensuring the success of this larger operation."

"Ah, what a great idea," Zack muttered with a sly smile, his sharp gaze betraying his true intentions. Sharing half the world? Not in his plans. There was no room for compromise. "Send a scout jet to test that satellite. Let's see if it's really a space-based weapon," Zack ordered, his tone calm but firm.

"No problem, sir!" Ego replied promptly. Moments later, a battered jet, scarred from years of use, lifted off from the NYC base. Inside, there were only a few outdated, spider-like machines—automated drones that were due for decommissioning.

As the jet disappeared into the horizon, Zack turned his attention to something far more critical. "How's the progress on Aegis?"

If the satellite above was a deterrent, Aegis would be a blade—silent, deadly, and impossible to counter. It was the linchpin of Zack's global strike system. "The main structure is complete and is on schedule for finalization by the end of this month," Ego reported.

"Ten days left then?" Zack mused. That was faster than expected, thanks to the northern base supplying pre-fabricated materials and an influx of mechanical drones increasing production efficiency.

"Let the situation in the east be for now," Zack said, leaning back in his chair. "If the Vanguard Organization wants to draw a line, so be it. We'll stay on our side and let them stay on theirs—for now. Until we confirm if that satellite is a space-based weapon, LSI is to stay out of the Eastern Hemisphere for reconnaissance."

For now, the two forces were in a temporary standoff, neither willing to cross the line. But Zack wasn't worried. This fragile balance wouldn't last long. Once Aegis was operational, it would shatter like glass.

"Playing shadow games with me?" Zack chuckled darkly. "Let's see how long they can keep it up." He started the propeller of his personal craft, leaving the base behind as he headed toward the mansion area.

Meanwhile, the jet-black rocket launched by the Vanguard Organization had reached its destination. As it entered geostationary orbit, the main body of the rocket detached. But instead of falling back to Earth, the dark outer shell peeled away like a cocoon, revealing an ominous satellite.

The satellite resembled a massive octopus, its mechanical tentacles folded tightly around its body. As the shell completely disintegrated, the "octopus" extended its limbs, locking into orbit. At the tip of each tentacle was a slender tungsten rod, attached to power devices filled with a dark, flowing liquid. The rods shimmered faintly, a silent promise of destructive potential.

At the rocket base in the Desert East Continent, Master rushed to Kara with excitement written all over his face. "Lady Immortal Fox! The Eye of Arbitration has successfully entered orbit. The organization now has its own space-based weapon!"

Kara barely glanced at him, pulling a small vial of black liquid from her pocket and tossing it to him. "Well done. This is for you."

Master caught it, his eyes widening as he examined the vial. "Is this... a modified Zeta serum?" His voice trembled with excitement.

It was a rare and highly coveted formula, reserved for top researchers within the Vanguard Organization. He quickly pocketed the vial, grateful beyond words. "Go tell Leo I wish him a quick journey to the afterlife," Kara said coldly, turning away before Master could respond. Moments later, Kara stepped into the elevator, her face unreadable.

At the Eden base, an identical Kara emerged from another elevator, perfectly composed, her expression betraying nothing of what had just occurred. In the biology lab's underground section, mechanical arms worked tirelessly over a restrained creature on an operating table. The monster, a grotesque blend of aquatic features and humanoid traits, thrashed weakly against its restraints. It screamed—a high-pitched, chilling sound—but its central nervous system had been severed, leaving it unable to move.

A mechanical clamp held its head steady as robotic arms meticulously dissected it, laser cutters slicing through its flesh with cold precision. "Removing the forehead shell... no visible gill structures detected," one arm reported as it worked.

"Abdominal carapace removed... diaphragm located. Proceeding with further dissection."

"Heart discovered. Standard mammalian structure, similar in size to a human heart."

The creature's cries echoed through the lab, but Zack stood in the observation area above, unmoved. To someone who had witnessed a mountain of corpses and oceans of blood, this was nothing more than routine.

Ego's voice broke through the mechanical hum of the lab. "Tentative designation: Freshwater Banshee. A freshwater predator suspected to be a hybrid of aquatic organisms and human DNA. Uses vocal mimicry of children or women to lure humans into its territory."

"Not the same as the Abyss Crawlers then," Zack noted, his gaze fixed on the dissected creature.

"Correct. Full genome sequencing is in progress," Ego replied, displaying a live data feed on the screen before Zack.

The dissection of the freshwater banshee continued, and the findings grew more shocking by the second. Ego's voice echoed in the lab. "Surprisingly, this creature doesn't just look different from the Abyss Crawlers—it might not even be a pure aquatic species. Preliminary genetic sequencing reveals that its DNA is 95.6% similar to human DNA."

Zack's brow furrowed. "95.6%? That's nearly as close as chimpanzees are to humans. White mice, commonly used in experiments, are only about 85% similar. Are you saying this thing could be some kind of close relative to humans?"

"That's one possibility," Ego replied. "Either this creature's predecessor was an undiscovered relative of humans, or it was once human before infection."