CHAPTER 334: CHAPTER 331 [ARE YOU SURE?]

Chapter 331: Are You Sure?

Captain.

It was a title and also an alias.

In fact, for over a decade, it had become his only name.

Those around him either called him "BOSS," referred to him as "Mr. Captain," or "Boss."

Even the Captain himself often forgot that he originally had another name.

Alfrek Okafu.

Yes, that was the Captain’s real name. It was the real name of the former head of the Abyss Organization, widely recognized in the Underground World as the skilled Destroyer, "Captain."

But no one had called him by that name for over a decade.

The Captain sat in the first-class seat of the airplane, adjusted it to the most comfortable position, turned off the reading lamp, and gently lay back.

His mind was still somewhat chaotic.

The scene of parting at the airport a few hours ago was still vivid in his mind.

Since that great battle in Jinling City, where he was unexpectedly and severely beaten by the contemporary top-tier boss, Electric General, the Captain had felt it all very surreal.

Suffering severe injuries didn’t matter much; a Destroyer getting beaten up badly by a Controller and still keeping his life was considered quite good.

After being treated in the hospital, the Captain always carried many inexplicable questions in his heart.

Until a few hours ago, when Lord Yanluo himself put him on the airplane.

This journey was for executing a very important mission.

Basically, it revolved around these key points: "hiding strength," "going undercover," and "covering for Lord Yanluo."

The problem was... hiding strength? How to hide it?

The Captain was the Captain; a Destroyer was a Destroyer.

But in the last minute before boarding the plane, the Captain understood.

In the final moment before walking through security, the person from Yama who came to see him off seemed to suddenly remember a seemingly insignificant little detail.

"By the way, Captain, I forgot to tell you something—you are now a Controller."

"...Ha?"

The flight took over ten hours.

From Huaxia to Buenos Aires, Argentina, in South America, and then from there, taking a small plane to the private airport on King George Island, the closest to the Antarctic continent...

Throughout the ten-plus-hour flight, the Captain finally sorted out what was going on.

Explosive news had actually spread through the Underground World.

In recent years, a new Controller boss had finally emerged.

And he had proven himself in the most prestigious way: "proving godhood."

In a 1VS1 duel, he won the recognition of the Controller boss, Electric General, earning the most prestigious "Controller" certification.

At the same time, the "Captain" ID on the Octopus Monster’s website had been automatically upgraded to a gold-level account, granting more privileges. This naturally included the ability to mute any account below gold level for thirty minutes... (Previously, the Star Sky Empress had used this power on "Ardent Pyromaniac.")

Ah, what... I’m actually... a Controller now?

Shock and trepidation filled the Captain’s heart.

King George Island is the island closest to the Antarctic continent.

The so-called private airport was actually very rudimentary.

It was rudimentary to the point that it needs no description. Everything you might imagine a major international airport having, this place basically... didn’t.

However, the Captain’s presence was still significant.

As the small private plane from Buenos Aires landed on the runway, and the Captain had just walked down the boarding stairs, he saw the personnel coming to greet him.

The one in the lead was a man in a suit, distinguished by a large, hooked nose. Behind him stood a muscular, short-haired strongman—no, more like a giant.

"Captain, welcome to Antarctica. I am the person in charge of this mission, head of the B3 Operations Group at the Amazing World Company. This is my assistant, Vanel."

The hook-nosed man shook hands with the Captain very politely and courteously, then introduced his assistant.

The Captain was actually a bit bewildered. After a moment’s pause, he slowly nodded.

"We will take you to the operation’s base camp, where you’ll have your own private residence. Furthermore, if you have any personal requests, feel free to make them. Our Amazing World Company will do its utmost to meet all your needs," the hook-nosed man said in a very courteous tone.

After all... this was the only person to have successfully advanced to become a new Controller boss in recent years.

The Captain... well, he actually continued to be bewildered.

But fortunately, he hadn’t forgotten the previous plans and arrangements.

After thinking it over, the Captain said slowly, "My accommodations need to be arranged for two people... I have an assistant who will arrive later."

"We understand. Mr. Anderson, another core Ability User of the Abyss Organization—we’ve already made arrangements for him."

The hook-nosed man’s reply was very prompt. "Regarding accommodations, food, and transport, do you have any special requirements?"

"...No, that will be all."

"Please, don’t hesitate. Our company will cover all expenses for this trip. We are willing to accommodate any minor personal preferences you might have as much as possible," the hook-nosed man said in a relaxed tone. "I am well aware that Controllers are at the top of the food chain and may have certain... unique habits. We fully understand."

"Do you like to drink? Another esteemed guest is a red wine enthusiast. We’ve stocked plenty of ’Mouton’ and prepared vintages according to his preference. If you..."

"I’m not interested in red wine. Just some hard liquor will do—whiskey, or something similar."

"Then, would Scotch be acceptable?"

"...Yes, that’s fine."

"Any other dietary requirements?"

"Nothing in particular..."

"Then... women?"

"..."

The Captain quietly observed the other person.

"Alright, it seems that won’t be necessary," the hook-nosed man replied quickly. He then turned to Vanel. "In that case, have logistics prepare two cases of top-shelf Macallan whiskey."

Vanel nodded without saying a word.

The main base for the Antarctica mission wasn’t far from a beach on King George Island.

The modularly constructed camp resembled an extraterrestrial exploration base from a sci-fi movie.

Shuttle vehicles of various load capacities bustled to and fro.

Upon entering the camp, the Captain saw satellite dishes pointed in at least two different directions.

"We are comprehensively monitoring the weather and climate of Antarctica here. At least three satellites in space are providing logistical support for this operation," the hook-nosed man said cheerfully in the vehicle. "Everything here is top-of-the-line!"

The Captain swallowed hard and remained silent.

Damn it, I’m actually panicking a little inside...

The shuttle entered the camp and stopped beside a standalone, modular residential tent.

"This is your exclusive living quarters, with 24-hour hot water and standardized meal services. Of course, there’s also a 24-hour service hotline. You can call anytime if you need anything, and we will do our best to accommodate you.

In short, Captain, the Amazing World Company places great importance on your arrival."

As he spoke, the hook-nosed man courteously invited the Captain out of the vehicle and used a card to open the keypad-locked door of the residential tent.

Aside from its somewhat unique exterior, the interior facilities were comparable to a luxury suite in a five-star hotel.

The Captain expressed no objection.

However bewildered he was, he hadn’t forgotten this mission.

The Captain thought for a moment, then asked, "What about the detailed information for this commissioned mission?"

This time, it was Vanel who answered. In his deep voice, he replied, "Specific mission details will be announced at a general briefing once everyone has arrived. Of course, if you wish to know in advance, a file has been prepared for you in your room. However, its contents are top secret, so it’s for your eyes only.

Also, upon entering the camp, all external communications, including internet access, have been temporarily suspended. If you need to contact the outside, we can provide you with a dedicated line."

"Understood," the Captain nodded, his expression unchanging.

"The Amazing World Company places great importance on your arrival." With that, the hook-nosed man and Vanel both bowed slightly and then excused themselves.

The Captain walked into his room, closed the door, and slumped onto the sofa.

This seems... to have gotten much bigger than I thought...

When Sofia woke up in the morning, the first thing she heard were sounds from the yard. She quickly jumped out of bed and glanced out the window.

Seeing her daughter, Fox, and Seed chatting in the yard, apparently safe and sound, Sofia breathed a sigh of relief.

Breakfast was milk with cereal, plus a plate of scrambled eggs.

Fox was rather quiet sitting at the dining table. But after Sofia observed her closely and saw nothing amiss with her daughter, she felt relieved.

"How on earth did you do that?" Fox stole a glance at Sofia, then looked away and asked while spooning cereal.

"What?" Seed replied nonchalantly.

"In the blink of an eye, you turned a PS9 pistol into a pile of parts," Fox said, frowning. "Then I lost consciousness. When I woke up, it was seven in the morning, and I was in my own bed. How did you manage all that?"

Seed leisurely drank the last of his milk, frowned slightly as if dissatisfied with the taste, and shook his head. "Little kids don’t need to know that much."

"You’re two years younger than me!"

"Are you sure?"

"..."