A Guide to Farming in a Mobile City-Chapter 208 : “Welcome Back, Rak”

Chapter 208: “Welcome Back, Rak”
For a moment, the activity of Emperor-class Monsters around the globe surged all at once.
Inside the Command Center, the staff watched the scene unfold, their hands trembling uncontrollably.
“What's going on? Why are so many Emperor-class Monsters reviving at the same time?”
“Some of them are even world-class threats. We're in serious trouble!”
“Let’s hope Jörmungandr is just stretching her body and won’t move out! Historically, every time she stirs, disaster follows!”
“What about the one in the sky? Is he making a move too?”
Unlike the panicked people around him, Cain remained unusually calm, even with a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Oh? Let me see... What exactly are you big guys planning to do?” he said lightly.
“So what exactly should we do now, Mr. Cain?” someone asked in a panic.
Cain casually set his teacup aside and spread his hands open.
“Is this something I can even control?”
While the others stood dumbfounded, he leisurely took the elevator and left.
“It’s time again for me to visit my beloved darling.”
The elevator slowly descended with Cain inside, eventually reaching the depths of the research base.
What appeared before him was a colossal plaza.
At the center of the plaza stood a massive assembly pod.
Inside was a mechanical behemoth.
It was chained to a towering platform by dozens of thick superalloy restraint chains, its cold alloy armor glinting with a deadly sheen under the dim blue maintenance lights.
Engineering drones swarmed around its massive body like bees, with laser alignment tools tracing red lines across its joints.
Surrounding the giant assembly pod were countless large-scale research devices, with over a hundred researchers either working at the equipment or moving about the plaza.
To create this mechanical behemoth, the Titan Throne had mobilized the best resources available.
A high-density titanium-alloy nanoframe, reinforced hydraulic drive systems at the joints, retractable missile pods mounted on the back, rocket thrusters built into the legs...
It featured a modular replacement design and ultra-high-defense composite armor plating that could be quickly detached and swapped.
It was equipped with super sensors that could scan using infrared, X-ray, and electromagnetic waves.
A proton screech cannon, an ultra-high-temperature plasma-cutting tail blade, shoulder-mounted missile arrays, and an energy field generator...
From top to bottom, the mechanical beast was armed to the teeth.
Seeing the person in charge arrive, the researchers momentarily paused before speaking up.
“Mr. Cain, are we conducting a revival test today as well?”
“Of course,” Cain replied with a smile.
As he spoke, he scratched his head.
“No need to worry so much. We can fully lift the restrictions now.”
“But how can we do that?” one of the researchers responded with concern. “Even though the research has gone smoothly so far, this thing is ultimately—”
Cain simply waved his hand.
“Let’s begin.”
As the procedures commenced, the mechanical beast's energy gradually ramped up, and the program constraints were slowly lifted.
At last, its eyes lit up with a glaring red glow.
The beast, much like a real monster, slowly stirred.
“Hello there, Rak,” Cain waved at it. “How does it feel to be back?”
If one could peer into the interior of the mechanical beast, they'd see that its head and chest contained the actual brain and heart of an Emperor-class Monster.
The Emperor-class Monster “The Fallen” Rak had been resurrected through this mechanical body.
Looking at Cain before him, Rak let out a low rumble, seemingly expressing gratitude.
Using the Universal Monster Translator, the two began to communicate.
First, Rak voiced strong dissatisfaction with being called “The Fallen.” Cain waved his hand and promised to be more mindful in future conversations.
Then, he got straight to the point with a suggestion.
“You know, Rak? Emperor-class Monsters all around the world are becoming surprisingly active,” he said. “I don’t know what exactly is going on. Do you have any idea?”
The red glow in Rak’s eyes flickered faintly, indicating a trace of surprise.
He shook his head at first, indicating he didn’t know.
Then, as if realizing something, he let out another low growl.
Cain smiled faintly.
“You’re asking if Ignit will come? Oh, it most certainly will. After all these years, I’m sure you’re dying to get revenge on your old enemy, aren’t you?”
Rak gave a low roar, and the translator accurately rendered his reply.
“Of course.”
At Cain’s command, the researchers nervously lifted the majority of the restriction programs.
Freed from its restraints, Rak quickly and skillfully adapted to his new body.
“So smart!” a researcher exclaimed in awe.
Cain gave Rak a strong wave.
“Train hard. When the time comes, I promise you’ll get your glorious rampage!”
On the coastline of a certain continent—amidst city ruins.
Under the pitch-black night sky, the ocean churned with a massive, unnatural whirlpool, as though a colossal entity were awakening from the deep.
Suddenly, the sea split apart as if detonated, collapsing to both sides.
Amid thunderous roars, rows of jagged dorsal fins tore through the surface of the water.
Moments later, a majestic giant beast emerged from beneath the waves.
The Emperor-class Monster “Starbreaker” Gairas had arrived.
As the beast moved, the entire coastline trembled. The tide was displaced by its sheer weight, generating a shockwave that devastated buildings along the shore.
Gairas raised his head, a deep rumble brewing in his throat, then—
“ROAR!”
A deafening bellow ripped through the night sky. The shockwave summoned a tempest, shattered windows, overturned vehicles, and even caused distant skyscrapers to tremble.
Gairas began to march, the ground cracking beneath his steps, concrete and steel twisting like paper.
At the same time—
On the ten-thousand-meter-high peaks of the Northern Firmament Continent.
Cold wind howled atop the mountains, with heavy snow clouds sagging like lead, blurring the line between sky and summit.
Suddenly, a deep tremor echoed from the mountainside, like the heartbeat of a slumbering giant awakening.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the ice surface, and fine crystals quivered in the air.
Moments later, the entire peak began to shake. The snow collapsed like a waterfall, unleashing a blinding white torrent.
“BOOM!”
With an ear-splitting blast, the icy summit exploded, and a massive figure burst out from within.
The Emperor-class Monster—Heaven’s Chosen, Hard.
He threw his head back and released a piercing shriek. The sound wave shattered ice walls across kilometers, and avalanches surged down the mountainside like tidal waves.
Hard began flapping his wings, gathering strength.
When his wings snapped down, violent air currents shredded the clouds, forming a visible shock ring. The mountain beneath him crumbled, snow spiraling chaotically.
Like Gairas, Hard’s eyes were also fixed intensely in one direction.
Seconds later, he suddenly flapped his wings and shot into the sky.
The entire mountain collapsed beneath the force of his takeoff.
Hard soared ever higher into the heavens.
Yet while he soared across the sky, a trace of fear flickered in his eyes, and he even let out a low chirping sound.
It was as if he were seeking someone’s permission.
Though he was Heaven’s Chosen, the sky did not belong to him.
At the headquarters of the Apocalypse Sect, Viktor slowly entered the conference room.
By this time, all the Cardinal Bishops had already gathered.
Everyone had come because of the sudden surge in activity among the Emperor-class Monsters.
Viktor nodded politely to the others before slowly taking his seat.
As he looked around, he couldn’t help but speak.
“Where is the Holy See? Did he not come?”
The Cardinal Bishops were not surprised at all. Instead, they all turned their eyes to Viktor.
He immediately came to a realization and gently smacked his forehead.
“Oh, my memory!” he said. “The Holy See must be busy crafting the Holy Son right now and can’t step away for the time being.”
“You know, Viktor,” a tall Cardinal Bishop said solemnly. “The Titan Throne’s artificial Emperor-class Monster project has succeeded.”
As he spoke, he clenched his fist.
“Emperor-class Monsters are already dangerously volatile, and the Titan Throne is playing with fire! They even plan to expand the project!”
In contrast, Viktor and the other Cardinal Bishops remained far more composed.
“Anthony,” he slowly called the man’s name, “in truth... our Apocalypse Sect’s Holy Son project is several times more dangerous than Titan Throne’s.”
The Cardinal Bishop named Anthony paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.
“Yes, you're right,” he said. “We’re all lunatics—every one of us is playing with fire.”
Soon, the Cardinal Bishops turned to serious business.
They focused primarily on the sudden global movements of the Emperor-class Monsters.
“Should we intervene?”
“Emperor-class Monsters aren’t some petty threat. If we’re going to intervene, we’ll need to dispatch at least Level 5 Mobile Cities—and not just one or two of them.”
“All of our Level 5 Mobile Cities are already engaged in critical operations. We can’t spare a single one.”
Anthony refused to give up and pressed on.
“Which Level 5 Mobile City can complete its mission and be freed up the fastest? How long will it take?”
“The fastest estimate is around one week. But even just one isn’t enough!”
“What about the Iron Oath Brotherhood and the Titan Throne? Do they have any available Level 5 Mobile Cities?”
“Most likely, their situation is the same as ours.”
“...”
Viktor immediately turned toward one of the Cardinal Bishops.
“Cicero, stop sipping tea and speak up if you have an idea.”
The conversing Cardinal Bishops all froze for a moment and then looked toward the Bishop seated in the central chair.
He was an elderly man with silver hair. His face, worn by the erosion of time like marble, was weathered yet still sharply defined.
His broad brows and slightly raised brow bones made his deep-set eyes appear even sharper and more composed.
Seeing everyone looking his way, Cicero slowly set down his teacup.
“Let’s not forget that Emperor-class Monsters can communicate across vast distances,” he said calmly. “This time, it’s likely they’ve reached some kind of agreement. In any case, we need to prepare contingency plans.”
“What kind of plan?” someone asked instinctively.
Cicero swept his gaze across the confused faces in front of him and spoke.
“A contingency plan for going to war with all the Emperor-class Monsters at once.”
Silence instantly filled the room.
“There’s no need to escalate it that far, Cicero,” Anthony said, his expression shifting slightly. “Besides, we could have the Titan Throne establish contact with the Emperor-class Monsters.”
“Emperor-class Monsters aren’t pets or toys. They’re more intelligent than humans and possess independent thinking,” Cicero said, enunciating each word.
After some discussion, everyone came to an agreement.
“Then, as Cicero said, let’s make our emergency contingency plan based on the premise of war against all the Emperor-class Monsters,” Viktor concluded. “Not just us—we’ll also inform the Titan Throne and the Iron Oath Brotherhood.”
Then he turned to Cicero.
“What about the giant serpent?”
Naturally, the so-called giant serpent referred to Jörmungandr.
Cicero gave a terse and direct answer.
“She must be eliminated—at all costs.”
The meeting soon concluded.
As Viktor was leaving, Cicero couldn’t help but call out to him.
“Viktor.”
“Hmm? What is it?”
“The Heath you trained personally—he’s truly remarkable.”
Viktor paused, then smiled and shook his head.
“I had nothing to do with it. He paved his own way.”
Looking at Viktor, Cicero couldn’t help but chuckle.
“A standard-bearer,” he suddenly said.
“Hmm? What?”
Viktor was initially confused. Then he realized something and chuckled softly.
“Cicero, if you’re pulling your usual riddles again, spare us. We all admit none of us are as smart as you.”
“This time, it’s not a riddle,” Cicero replied slowly. “Haven’t you heard? Bishop Heath led the charge on the battlefield himself, waving the banner. It was thanks to his inspiration that the Southern Front’s forces rallied and crushed the monster army in one fell swoop.”
“Really?” Viktor came to a realization.
He truly hadn’t known much about those events—only that Heath had been seriously injured and fallen into a coma during the war.
As he spoke, he lightly touched his chest.
“For that, Heath had to be outfitted with several mechanical organs.”
Upon hearing this, the Cardinal Bishops exchanged glances.
Not only Viktor—each of them had various mechanical prosthetics embedded in their bodies, mechanical organs replacing vital functions.
All of them were incredibly old by now.
“It seems this is the path every Cardinal Bishop must walk,” Anthony said, gently knocking his mechanical prosthetic leg. “It won’t be long before I retire too.”
Retirement for a Cardinal Bishop did not mean resigning and living a peaceful old age.
It meant shutting down all mechanical limbs and organs—embracing eternal slumber.
No one was particularly surprised by Anthony’s talk of retirement.
After all, Anthony had already lived for 162 years.
Back when he was born, the Silence Agreement hadn’t even been established yet.
And he wasn’t even the oldest among the Cardinal Bishops.
“Living too long does make one weary...” one Cardinal Bishop sighed. “Many of the things from the past I can no longer recall. They only come to me now and then, like dreams.”