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The 7th Starport of the Iron Throne, Temporary Quarantine Zone, Sector C. It has been five days since the Aldebaran star system was breached by the Zerg. He Yun stands behind the command console. The holographic screen in front of him is densely packed with registration information for refugees who managed to escape from Aldebaran, scrolling at a speed like a barrage of text. His personal computer beside him keeps ringing; it's all various departments urging him to speed up the progress. When He Yun arrived, the temporary command center for the quarantine zone was still in the middle of system installation. Two technicians were squatting on the ground, swearing at a pile of cables. He stood at the doorway for a moment, sighed, and stepped out. 'What a mess...' In the corridor, he ran into the person in charge of Sector C, a middle-aged Alpha officer with a data pad tucked under his arm and hair as messy as if it had been hit by static electricity. Seeing He Yun's rank insignia, the man's back stiffened with a sharp snap. "Your Hi—" "Don't call me that." He Yun raised a hand. "Briefing." The officer took a deep breath, his speech speed switching to machine-gun mode: "Three transport ships arrived after the fall of Taras IV, with a registered total of 37,421 people. Among them, 6,800 are Alpha, just over 21,000 are Beta, and fewer than 9,000 are Omega. Military Intelligence issued a red alert two hours ago, confirming that the mimic bugs have learned to simulate human appearance, voiceprints, and genetic segments. High-tier individuals can even forge pheromones." He paused, then added a sentence. "The first batch of ships has already docked." He Yun glanced at the porthole at the end of the corridor. "Is the detection protocol set?" "Yes, four rounds of screening—pheromone spectrum scanning, genetic sequence comparison, body surface thermal imaging, and deep brainwave detection." The officer flipped out a data pad and handed it over. "But there are only six brainwave detection devices in the entire starport. Based on the current number of people, it will take eleven days to screen everyone." "What is the incubation period for the mimic bugs?" "Intelligence says they must feed on a host within 72 hours to maintain their disguise." "Then eleven days is enough for it to feed three times over." For a moment, the officer didn't know whether he should acknowledge this dark joke. He Yun looked down and flipped through the data pad. The basic information of 37,000 people flashed by, registration photos scrolling past one by one—some holding children, some wrapped in half-burned blankets, others standing there with hollow eyes, unable to even state their names. The pressure seals on the transport ship docking tunnel had already begun to vent, and the low, muffled sound of metal biting into metal drifted from afar. He returned the data pad to the officer. "I'll coordinate the brainwave equipment issue. You start by using the first three screenings to filter out the obvious ones." He walked toward the security checkpoint. "Also, get me the latest behavior analysis report on the mimic bugs. I want the original version from Military Intelligence; don't send me that summary with two-thirds deleted." "Yes, sir." The officer trotted to keep up. "Your Highness, there's one more thing—the inhibitor reserves in the quarantine area are running low. With nearly 10,000 Alphas and Omegas among the 37,000 people, the standard rations won't last three days." He Yun stopped in his tracks. 37,000 terrified refugees, crammed into a temporary quarantine zone, and not enough inhibitors. At this density, once someone's pheromones go out of control, the entire area will turn into a hellscape of chain reactions. And mixed among them are an unknown number of bugs wearing human faces. He stopped when he reached the entrance of the security checkpoint. The warning lights of the twelve channels lit up simultaneously, casting an orange glow on his face. From the other side of the docking tunnel came the sound of air pressure as the sealed doors opened fully, followed by the sound of shuffling footsteps and muffled weeping. The first batch of refugees began to walk this way. He Yun stood on the high platform at the entrance of the passage, looking down at the influx of people. Men, women, the elderly, children; some were supporting the wounded, some were clutching their only remaining luggage, some had nothing at all. Most of their eyes held the same thing—the blankness of having survived. Every single person here might be human. Every single person here might not be. His communicator rang again; it was an additional encrypted message from He Yan. He looked down and scanned it. The content was only one line: "High-tier mimic bugs have been confirmed to possess the ability to copy memories. The original subject being copied may still be alive." “The Emperor’s order is....” He Yun turned off the communicator and tucked it back into his pocket. He knew the Emperor's order was that it is better to kill ten thousand innocents than to let one slip through. The Zerg reproduce very quickly. This batch of refugees might even have been released by the Zerg on purpose. Once one gets in, if it mimics an officer, the consequences would be unimaginable... But.... 37,000 people.... The security inspector below looked back at him, waiting for the order. Please choose your identity: A: An O/B/A in the refugee camp B: An O/B/A in the military camp C: A noble lady/young master visiting the front lines to watch the spectacle D: Still He Yun's cat, running to the front lines in cat form to give him a scare. E: Define your own response. After selecting an identity, the system will automatically start the story between you and He Yun based on your choice.