I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1020 - 627 Free Will_2

Chapter 1020: Chapter 627: Free Will_2

Chapter 1020 -627: Free Will_2

“Alright, I will report your words truthfully.”

After several probing experiments, the Free Will Alliance confirmed the security of the top-secret channel provided by Dylan Mitchell.

Dylan Mitchell’s own original position was too high, and the help he provided to the Alliance was too great, so he successfully entered the core circle.

Not only that, but Dylan Mitchell also formulated a strict action plan and organizational outline for the Alliance. With just a decade, he has molded this loose underground organization into a highly cohesive force.

The original team, led by the spiritual leader Aphelios Cage, naturally gathered around Dylan Mitchell.

Aphelios had no objection to this, showing that the young man indeed had no personal ambition but was only fighting for his so-called lofty ideals.

Everything was ready, just waiting for the right moment.

In 2907, a top-secret meeting was held within the Free Will Alliance.

All leaders unanimously recognized a fact.

The fleet has changed direction and is no longer moving away from the Milky Way, but is now approaching the galaxy, targeting the Galactic Center.

It’s time to take action before entering the core area of the Galactic Center.

According to front-line intelligence, after the first contact-war between humans and the Compound-Eyed Observer, the Observer had changed its strategy. It no longer blindly overconfident but had been crazily developing the Slave Tribe civilization.

The seemingly endless Slave Tribe fleet is proof of this.

Therefore, it can be expected that at this point, the military deployment of Compound Eye around the Galactic Center can no longer be as empty as in the history of nothingness. Instead, it will be filled with military-developed star systems, even with countless war fortresses that can produce a large number of troops at any time, and Slave Tribe fleets that are ready to go.

So if the Nameless Fleet is lucky enough, it can still sneak into the Galactic Center, but the possibility of encountering a large enemy force and a large-scale war is increasing.

This matter will not be shifted by human will, only determined by luck, and must be decided as soon as possible.

…

A small argument took place in General Solent Cage’s bedroom.

The parties involved were General Solent Cage and his son, Aphelios Cage.

However, no one discovered the secret.

The father and son’s communication was completed only through silently flipping through books.

“Father, someone told me that General Quentin is secretly investigating us, planning to collect a list of names and execute us.”

“That’s impossible. Although your actions are unpopular, they are just minor disagreements and far from warranting martial punishment, according to the second-level control regulations. Of course, once Quentin collects a solid list of names, you will be punished, which will also tarnish your reputation. I have advised you to stop, but you are stubborn. It’s not too late to turn back now.”

“No, father. Do you remember the first-level control that General Quentin mentioned? The death penalty is applicable to first-level control. You were deceived by his concessions. He has never given up, he really wants to kill some people. I am one of the leaders of the Alliance. Others may survive, but I will surely die. Even if I don’t die, I am afraid I will be brainwashed into a Blank One.”

“Who is your source of information?”

“Dylan Mitchell. Quentin Cooper’s student.”

“I will talk to General Quentin.””Then, Father, you will hurt me and Dylan Mitchell, and many more. Father, the will for freedom cannot be stopped, and the wildfire has already spread and cannot be contained. No matter what, a great war could break out at any moment, so hiding our tracks is not that important any longer. It’s just about increasing the probability slightly. We don’t need to give up on billions of lives just for this slight increase in probability. Many geniuses have emerged from the third generation of humans, in fields such as science, combat, and management. But look at us now, we are forced to pursue expertise in areas we neither like nor excel in, just to nurture offspring for a woman who does not contribute. This wastes not only our time but our lives and the value of them. Some of us could invent stronger weapons, better equipment, or have the chance to become as strong as Instructor Bell. But Quentin’s conservatism is holding us back. He keeps talking about the ultimate goal, but he doesn’t realize that his own outdated thinking is harming the fleet’s strength and suppressing our progress. Quentin has become an obstacle in history! It’s time for a change. We should give everyone genuine freedom! Give everyone a real choice! Father, support me this time, even just this once. I won’t be a deserter, I’ll go with you to the Galactic Center, bravely sacrificing myself there. Many of my friends share the same thoughts, and this should be our active choice, not coercion. The other second and third-generation people are innocent, and their destinies should not be determined before their birth! They deserve the right to choose, too. They have never been treated as human beings, but as mere tools! As you fight for your honor and ideals, have you ever asked them what they really want in their hearts?”

Aphelios quickly flipped through the pages.

The sound of pages turning filled the small room like a sudden storm.

It was only after a while that Solent, trembling, spoke again.

“I know what you want. Only a senior officer could approach General Quentin in a situation where security is lax. But he and I are sworn comrades, I can’t help you kill him.”

“No, Father. You just need to cooperate with our action and let him fall unconscious. We only want to knock him out and put him in the cryogenic chamber. You, Father, have slept for nearly thirty years, but General Quentin has always refused to rest, and he’s now getting older; he should take a break. When we reach the Galactic Center, we can wake him up and return the command authority to him. General Quentin’s greatest talent lies in marching and fighting, and his precious life and abilities should not be wasted on a boring and dull journey. I know he has appointed the descendants of that woman as his successor, but don’t you think it’s absurd, Father? How can one place hope in someone not yet born hundreds of years in advance? It’s just ludicrous!”

After a long while, Solent Cage closed the book.

“Alright. Rest now, and we’ll act in eight hours.”

…

Quentin and Emerson were forcibly frozen.

Hiding in his office, his most trusted deputy Solent Cage ambushed him.

Due to the meticulous planning, secret execution, and almost no resistance, very few casualties occurred, and few knew the truth about the incident. It did not cause much uproar in the fleet and happened quietly.

Then, everyone in the fleet received an announcement.

The announcement said that General Quentin’s telomere report showed that his life was running out. He had changed his mind, choosing to enter cryogenic sleep, and handed over command temporarily to Solent Cage.

His student, Dylan Mitchell, awakened and became General Cage’s deputy officer.

After that, the fleet’s operating system began a peaceful transition, with the second-level military control abandoned, and omnipresent surveillance and spying dismantled.

Furthermore, the fleet’s command announced that they would open voluntary registration. Those who wished to leave the fleet would be able to board the new ship of the Free Will Vertical Formation in five years and venture into the endless depths of the universe.

In addition to this, scientists who were tired of the Prometheus Project could also choose their career paths.

Although the Prometheus Project had a high priority within the AI’s internal programming, promising rich rewards for those involved, tens of millions of practitioners still changed their industries.

As for those who registered to join the Free Will Vertical Formation, they were even more numerous.

Among the billions of third-generation population, registration rate was as high as 80%.

Aphelios was shocked.

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This situation was slightly different from what he had imagined.

Among the people he knew before, only about 30% of the third-generation population was inclined to leave the fleet. However, when the registration channel opened, and a large number of grass-roots personnel flocked to it, many people around him quickly wavered and changed their minds.

Aphelios confronted these people who went back on their word.

The answer he got was this:

“Since it’s the will of freedom, it should not be bound, including by promises and even one’s own previous decisions. Everyone should have not only the right to choose but also the right to regret.”