NIKKE, When the Milky Way Blossoms

NIKKE, When the Milky Way Blossoms

Author: Keyboard Damage

Summary:

"On the day humanity emerges from the earth, on the night the Milky Way bursts forth in the sky, will you leave with me?"

One night, a boss stroked the cheek of one of his subordinates and said affectionately.

Several years later...

The day before humanity achieves final victory and is about to return to Earth.

Forced to wear a yellow vest, Phoenix looked in the mirror and, in a daze, saw a large character appear above his head in the reflection.

—Danger

The book is also known as:

NIKKE: I Can't Lose Any One of You

NIKKE: Wow! How did you win?!

NIKKE: Remember not to repeat yourself when saying sweet nothings

NIKKE: Rebellion? Or Did I Start It???

Volume 1: This is the Ark

Chapter 1 What is your ideal?

Phoenix, what are your dreams?

"Go see Warren's concert."

"No, what I mean is, what are your ideals for the long journey of life?"

"Sit in the front row and watch Wally smash his electric guitar."

"...No...I mean, Phoenix, tomorrow's graduation ceremony, we're about to become commanders! Can't you have a slightly grander ideal? When we entered the school, we all swore an oath to reclaim the land that once belonged to humanity for all of humanity on the Ark!"

“A grand ideal…yes.”

"Yes! Tell me, what is your dream!"

"Watch a concert where Wally and Noyce perform together."

"?"

Phoenix...

"Ok?"

"...When will you die?"

"The later the better."

When will you die?

"I said, the later the better."

"You...you...you...you...when will you...die?"

"Aaron?"

"What...when...when will I die?"

"Die die die die die die???"

……

"call--!!!"

In the K-3 area on the ground, inside a dusty, dilapidated supermarket, the newly appointed commander Phoenix suddenly opened his tourmaline-like eyes from his sleep. A thin layer of cold sweat covered his forehead, and his chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath.

A nightmare?

Recalling the scene he had just dreamed of, Aaron's round face kept magnifying in front of him. Phoenix, having recovered from his daze, grinned irritably.

"Damn it, I've already graduated, and you're still trying to scare me in my dreams."

The cursing man rummaged through the pile of disassembled cardboard boxes as he deftly picked up the large-caliber semi-automatic sniper rifle hanging from his chest.

He held the gun in his right hand, tilting it upwards on the right side, while simultaneously using his left hand to pull the bolt on the right side of the gun.

Click!

The irresistibly sexy sound of a bolt being pulled echoed through the empty warehouse.

The young commander turned his head slightly to look at the bullet, which lay obediently and motionless in the chamber. Only then did he feel relieved and loosen the bolt, holding the gun.

This is Phoenix's unwavering habit.

—Before preparing for combat, it must be confirmed that the first bullet in the chamber is in a safe firing state.

In fact, this habit is not very meaningful in terms of practical results.

So far, Phoenix's wife, the "Phoenix V semi-automatic sniper rifle," has not made any basic mistakes like jamming.

Instead of checking the condition of firearms before each battle, it's more reliable to clean the gunpowder residue from the barrel during downtime.

However, from a psychological perspective...

Whether it's the sound of the bolt being pulled or the act of visually confirming the bullet's condition, these small details can bring Phoenix a good sense of calm.

It is important to understand that on the ground, hysterical or mentally unstable people are destined to be pursued by death.

Without exception.

"Activate combat log. This is Unit 055-A, Commander Phoenix."

"Unit member, Commander Phoenix."

"Military mission completed."

"Survival supplies are exhausted. Preparing to attempt to return to the Ark."

As usual, he turned on the recording, gave a brief report on the current situation, and then the young and lonely commander took out a box of energy bars from his tactical pouch at his side. He then chewed them up in a hurry and swallowed them with a look of difficulty on his face.

The drinking water supply was completely exhausted by yesterday afternoon.

Considering the high-intensity exercise that is unavoidable on the road, Phoenix knew very well that there was no such thing as the three-day rule.

Today is the last day to witness life and death.

Are you scared?

I'm scared.

Are you scared?

Upon reflection, Phoenix realized that she wasn't as scared as she had imagined.

On his journey toward death, he believed he was not alone.

……

……

boom! ! !

On the dilapidated road, the angry cry of a phoenix resounded through the sky.

The specially designed large-caliber armor-piercing bullet instantly shattered the sound barrier, penetrating the electronic eye of a mechanical entity, about two meters tall and shaped like a four-legged spider, lurking in a dark corner.

These mechanical beings are collectively referred to as "Raycher" by the Ark humans.

They have no intelligence; their core command is only one thing—to kill any humans within their detection range.

Ding-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong

The bronze cartridge case ejected from the ejection port, landing on the ground with a plume of hot smoke. The crisp, ringing sound, like a whistle breaking, seemed to awaken the malice lurking within the city's ruins.

boom! ! !

Another shot rang out, and behind the mottled cement wall, another Lecher's dark red electronic eye was accurately hit by an armor-piercing bullet that came through the wall.

Unfortunately, the bullet underwent some deformation during its penetration through the wall. Simultaneously, some of its penetrating force was absorbed by the wall, preventing the bullet from completely penetrating the blast-resistant fiberglass after hitting the electronic sensor.

Even so, Lecher's visual receiver could not escape being destroyed by the warhead.

Sparks flickered and danced across the mechanical casing, as if scratching its head. Its simple programming system couldn't comprehend how the other party knew it was hiding there.

Da da da da da——

A metallic storm of machine gun bullets swept across the entire road. A firepower-type Lecher rushed out from around the corner, heading east, mercilessly tearing apart anything that dared to block its path with its machine gun.

Unfortunately, there was no one there except for scrap metal and rubble.

Target lost! Target lost!

The firepower-type Lecher "puzzled" as it moved its electronic eyes, scanning in other directions, but what it was met with was...