The 3D stereoscopic projection was overlaid on the retina:
Spiritual strength 1
Nerve conduction rate 1
Bone hardness 1
Muscle activity 4.4
Blood density flow rate 1
Incomplete body – complete body (progress bar 100100)
Absorption distribution points (0)
His pupils suddenly shrank, Yarlin saw the black progress bar on the retina suddenly climb to the top, at the same time, a line of information emerged:
Broodmother (current stage incomplete body)
Broodmother (next stage complete body)
Deep sleep evolution, countdown to complete awakening: 23 days 17 hours 19 minutes 21 seconds.
Ya Erlin closed his eyes. The waiting time was always exceptionally long. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt as if a pitch-black mass, or perhaps an empty space, was awakening in a certain part of his body. He didn't know how to describe it, but he felt as if a black mass, or perhaps an empty space, was awakening.
Because there was no way to look inside, it was even more impossible to cut open his chest to observe. Yarlin wasn't crazy to that point, but his body's instincts seemed to be reminding him that the internal cells, organs, and tissues of his body were undergoing some strange changes, as if a certain point was collapsing, and a living creature was awakening from it and was quietly transforming him, the symbiotic "host".
This kind of transformation was difficult to describe in words, and it was carried out subtly and silently, and it was irresistible and not allowed to be reversed. Yarlin could only pray and comfort himself that most of the transformation was good. At the very least, he hoped that the external appearance would not change dramatically.
For example, the inferior slave who had more gills and tail, or the sudden change of body shape like Alrita, were not something that Yarlin could adapt to and accept.
"Knock knock knock …."
The sound of knocking on the door interrupted Yarlin's thoughts. He opened his eyes and answered. At the door, a Marine came in with a thick stack of newspapers and put it on the table.
This was originally a deserted and dusty document room. At this moment, it had been cleaned up and tidied up. The door was strictly guarded by the navy, and no one was allowed to enter to inquire about the information. Ya Erlin also ordered the branch to renew the broken newspaper.
Opening the newspaper, he read it line by line. Time passed as the sun set outside the window. Yarlin slowly closed the newspaper. He compared these newspapers with some of the command documents left by the Navy Branch 153, and slowly inferred some of the world government's strategic plans and policy measures that were secretly promoted.
These are not things that have a clear program. Even if there is, it is impossible for the level of the Marine branch to know. As a branch stationed in the four seas, they are more of the executors of orders. They are only limited to a part of a single area. It is difficult for them to understand what kind of deep meaning is hidden behind these orders. It is even more difficult for them to understand which part of the screws in the overall planning of the government will be used by some of the tasks they perform, and what kind of far-reaching impact it will have on the pattern of the world and on their own future.
But Yarlin was different. What he was best at in his previous life was to sift through various seemingly meaningless news or messy information, and find out some hidden clues. With this knowledge, he could feel the dynamic direction of various forces, and use this to seize the greatest benefits in the future game.
This was a talent that belonged to a very small number of people, and it was an instinct that was tempered by ambitious and ruthless people.
For example, at this moment, he was holding a densely packed handwritten notebook in his hand. Every line of words in the notebook, you would not be able to find even the approximate original text in this document room. They would only be extremely hidden behind a sea of information and not be noticed by others.
For example, this sentence in the notebook "Minority Race Consumption Policy"
The note below it was: Through a series of means such as war, the hidden consumption of minority races or races, so as to gradually reduce the number of countries, races, and ethnic groups in the world. This will help the world government strengthen centralization and rule, reduce unnecessary internal friction, and so on. At the same time, it will achieve the purification of the proportion of the population and eliminate the basic source of pirates.
This kind of extreme policy can't be written at all, and there will be no explicit decree. Even if there is, I'm afraid that only the highest level of the world government knows about the strategic document. But Yarlin, through some things recorded in the world's newspapers, and some of the orders received by the branch, he figured it out.
For example, the bounty hunter profession was very active in the past few years, but in the past two years, it has gradually become quiet. This is because the Marine government is silently adding fuel to the fire. The world government doesn't want to have a military industry that is not under its control.
For most people, these things are not worth thinking about at all, but for Yarlin, the value of every policy he screened out is not less than the value of a devil fruit. Even the opportunities and value behind some of the information are simply immeasurable. If it is done properly, the future harvest may be able to set off monstrous waves in this era.
"Minority Race Policy?"
Yarlin closed the notebook, stood up, and stared faintly at the Marine soldiers drilling on the playground. His eyes were deep as if he had seen countless small Naval Branch like this on the sea. There were countless soldiers and cannon fodder from various countries and races gathered together.
"The Freemasonry I established will take the elite route in the future. Those who join will have to go through strict examination and screening. It can be regarded as an upper-level organization, so below it, I still need to establish an organization to unify these large base of low-level soldiers. This organization will be like a spider that clings to the body of the Navy, integrating these consumables that they use as cannon fodder … The name can be called the Minority United Self-Help Party, or the Minority United Party for short. It means that we are all minorities, and we need to unite for self-salvation."
"And Navy Branch 153 is the first cornerstone of all this."
Yarlin's deep eyes swept over the seagull flag above his head, as if it fell on the port behind the base, where a mottled warship was slowly sailing into the port.
A thin Marine with a short beard came down. It was Lieutenant Colonel Lippa, who drifted on the sea all year round. Behind him was a Marine Lieutenant Commander with a somewhat dark face.
"The atmosphere in the branch seems to be different from before …" Although he hasn't officially entered the base, Lippa has already felt an iron-blooded and austere atmosphere above the base.
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