"Did you all forget about Gork and Mork?
According to what the master just said, these two are the deities of the Ork species.
In that strange dimension, they weren't weaklings at all; they were among the strongest, second only to the top four entities," said Zett.
"Zett, are you saying that Gork and Mork might intervene?" Rhodes frowned and asked.
"Of course, master! We have to account for every possibility. You just mentioned to me that this race has an entity called the Grand Prophet, and the more powerful the ork warlords are, the more likely they are to receive blessings—or at least attention—from Gork and Mork. They then become their chosen ones. For example, the Bonecrusher tribe you mentioned.
And the ork warlord we're trying to nurture has unimaginable potential and terrifying combat power.
This means there's a 100% chance he'll attract the attention of the two Ork deities. After all, he wasn't directly summoned by you but is being controlled through the Monster Capsule.
We can't guarantee his absolute loyalty. Imagine if he rebels—then he'll take the ork army, who originally swore allegiance to you, and turn against you. That wouldn't be good, would it?"
Zett's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Rhodes, Balt, and Salome, dousing their spirits.
They suddenly realized he was right—they couldn't guarantee loyalty at all.
These orks aren't some wild beasts; they have creators and deities behind them. Using the Monster Capsule to control them is indeed risky. If they break free from its control, the powerful ork warlord they nurtured could turn against them.
Rhodes nodded in agreement. Without the support of a proper system, relying solely on the Monster Capsule to control an ork warlord was indeed precarious.
And given the ork race's nature, rebellion is almost second nature—it would be completely normal for them.
"Does this mean we can't use this method at all?" Salome slammed her fist on the table in frustration. She had finally managed to make an impression in front of Rhodes, only for this annoying Zettonian to pour cold water on her efforts.
She had completely overlooked the issue of the Ork deities.
As Zett said, without addressing the problem of these two deities, controlling and nurturing an ork warlord would be impossible to do with confidence.
"Heh! That's why I say your brains are still a bit lacking. I've already thought of a solution, but neither of you managed to come up with it," Zett said, smugly displaying his superior intellect.
"Hey, hey, hey! What do you mean by that? Are you saying you've figured out a way to bypass the Ork deities?" Balt asked.
Seriously, ever since this guy showed up, he's been hogging all the attention! I was supposed to be the master's top scientist, but this guy's scientific knowledge far surpasses mine. It's infuriating!
"Zett, if you've thought of something, just spit it out already," Rhodes said.
It seemed that in terms of strategy, Zett was indeed sharper than these two.
"It's not that I've personally come up with a solution, master. But I know someone who absolutely can," Zett said with a sly smile.
"Stop beating around the bush and tell us already!"
"Alright, master. Have you heard of the villainous alien race, the Mefilasian?" Zett asked.
"Mefilasian? Yes, I've heard of them. They're notorious villains in the universe.
They're masters of cunning and trickery, with intelligence that ranks among the best in the cosmos," Rhodes replied.
Rhodes nodded thoughtfully. He indeed lacked a strategist-type talent. If he could summon a Mefilasian, it would be perfect.
The Mefilasian was a powerful entity according to its lore, and when it acted, it was utterly ruthless. A true villain through and through, it is always planned meticulously before taking action.
When it first appeared, it wasn't even interested in conquering Earth through brute force. Instead, it wanted to challenge the human spirit—using sweet words and despicable schemes to make Earthlings willingly surrender their planet.
These guys are known for using their brains and avoiding physical force at all costs, boasting an IQ of 10,000.
However, their combat abilities are nothing to scoff at—they possess telekinesis, superpowers, flight capabilities, and various energy beam skills.
Most importantly, this creature is cunning and shameless to the extreme.
There are virtually no moral boundaries to what it will do. It belongs to the type that will stop at nothing to achieve its goals.
"The Mefilas aliens are an extremely intelligent race in the universe. They are exceptionally skilled in using strategies, with an IQ of 10,000.
Master, if you can summon a Mefilas alien, I guarantee you that this guy can definitely come up with a solution for you.
Even the issue you've just been worrying about—he can resolve that for you," Zett said.
When the master walked in earlier, he looked troubled—clearly, something was weighing on his mind. At this point, what's needed is a strategist-type individual.
"Master, is there anything bothering you? You can tell us," Balt asked.
"Yes, you could call it a concern. I didn't expect you to notice. Here's the situation."
Rhodes recounted the earlier events involving the rogue trader Kania's wild assumptions and the potential trouble it might bring him.
"What a strange guy, to come up with such wild ideas on his own," Balt said.
"Indeed, he's quite bizarre. Even I'm at a loss for words. But if he spreads these rumors, it could have a very negative impact on us," Rhodes said.
"So after all this, you're just looking for someone to help. I thought you had a plan," Salome rolled her eyes dismissively at Zett.
She thought this jerk had a solution, but it turns out he was just looking for help. What a waste of her expectations.
"I'm merely offering the best suggestion to the master. After all, the three of us are scientists, not strategists.
And right now, master, you're in desperate need of a strategist.
This misunderstanding you're dealing with requires someone like a Mefilas alien to handle it, which is why I recommended them.
I've worked with Mefilas before during my time on Earth. These guys are very reliable, at least when it comes to strategy," Zett explained.
Hearing this, Rhodes nodded in agreement. He did want to summon a Mefilas alien to help, but the problem was that this creature wasn't just some small-time alien!
It would cost at least 500,000 system coins—possibly even a million—to have a chance of summoning one. After all, the intermediate store didn't allow for specific monster purchases.
Wait a minute! Small-sized aliens... The Mefilas alien is capable of resizing itself!
In Ultra Galaxy Mega Monster Battle, this guy didn't enlarge himself; he fought the entire time in human-sized form.
Could this be a loophole in the system? Maybe it's worth a try.
Previously, Rhodes had earned a lot of system coins by killing numerous Dark Eldar, many ork beasts, and clearing a swarm of tyranids on a planet's surface with his team of four giant monsters.
As a result, his gold coins count had exceeded 100,000.
He just happened to have 100,000 system coins to purchase a small-sized alien. If he could exploit this bug to summon a Mefilas alien, it would be a bargain.
Rhodes immediately opened the intermediate store's purchase options and began searching for a Mefilas alien in the basic store section.
Sure enough, he found an option for a small-sized Mefilas alien, and the result did not disappoint him. He successfully located a small-sized Mefilas alien.
The small-sized Mefilas alien had a height range of 2 to 2.2 meters and weighed between 60 to 120 kilograms.
As expected, Rhodes wasted no time and spent 100,000 system coins to summon a Mefilas alien standing 2.2 meters tall and weighing 120 kilograms.
A flash of light appeared, and a 2.2-meter-tall alien with a black body and a strange head shape materialized in front of Rhodes.
"At your service, master. It seems there's an opportunity for me to put my skills to use.
Long time no see, Zettonian. You got me into trouble last time," said the newly summoned Mefilas alien as it sized up its three companions and bowed to Rhodes.
This Mefilas alien wasn't from the TV series but the small-sized version from Ultra Galaxy Mega Monster Battle.
"Haha, in the end, I also got myself into trouble. Now we're all working for the new master, so come and show off your expertise, Mefilas.
This time, the master needs your help," Zett said with a chuckle.
Mefilas smirked but didn't say anything, silently acknowledging the situation. After all, they were all working together now.
"Mefilas, I'll call you that from now on. Here's the situation. Do you have any good solutions?" Rhodes explained the ins and outs of the two matters.
"No problem, master. Let me share my ideas. Regarding the misunderstanding, I think this is a golden opportunity—a perfect chance to infiltrate the empire.
Master, don't forget that many aliens in the universe can transform into other people's appearances, even replicating some of their special abilities.
For example, Zarab aliens or Babarue aliens—these two can completely mimic the appearance of those so-called gene primarchs, to the point where even their genetic offspring wouldn't notice anything amiss," Mefilas said with a sinister grin.
So why eliminate the misunderstanding? Letting it persist is the better option.
Take this opportunity to control the chapters of those Primarchs—that would be perfect.