Otaku Translation: Carrying the Bases of Starcraft C166

Please support the translation by reading the translation and commenting on otakutl official site.

Thank you.

Everyone from

Chapter 166: The Uninvited Guest

The person in charge of receiving the trading group was a 32-year-old woman with striking features. She was rumored to be a distant niece of old Benny, and her name was Alma. Alma had a naturally pleasant voice, and she often reminisced about how she once dreamed of becoming a singer when she was younger—though that dream never came true. If she'd been born ten years later, and if luck had been on her side, she might have even given the "" a run for her money.

Housen, however, wasn’t impressed. According to him, while Alma’s singing voice was decent enough, her skills in other areas left much to be desired. Specifically, he claimed she paled in comparison to the “talented” women at who excelled both professionally and personally. This comment only deepened Tang Fang and Arroz’s understanding of just how shamelessly arrogant Housen could be.

“Theodore, Uncle Benny wants you in the third parlor on the second floor,” Alma said to Tang Fang before throwing a sultry glance over her shoulder at Housen, who brought up the rear. It earned her one of his signature lecherous chuckles.

Tang Fang paid no attention to their flirtations. He stepped into the elevator without a word, got off on the second floor, turned left, and made his way to the designated room. A soft glow spilled through the crack beneath the door, casting an orange line across the dimly lit hallway.

“Old Benny?” Tang Fang called out softly but received no reply. Glancing back at Arroz, he nodded silently and pushed open the door.

As usual, the room carried the faint scent of air freshener, mingled with the low hum of the air conditioning unit. But something felt off. Beneath the artificial fragrance lingered another aroma—a delicate floral scent that seemed oddly familiar.

“What is it?” Arroz whispered, his hand already drifting toward the small of his back where his rested.

“Nothing… maybe I’m imagining things.” Tang Fang frowned, as though trying to place the memory, then shook his head dismissively. How could it possibly be what he thought?

Taking a deep breath, Tang Fang stepped inside. The suite consisted of two rooms: a spacious reception area and a smaller lounge beyond. The main room was empty save for two steaming cups of coffee sitting untouched on the coffee table.

“Old Benny?” Tang Fang called again, louder this time. Still no answer.

A growing unease settled in his chest as he approached the inner room. The door stood slightly ajar, and the closer he got, the stronger the floral scent became.

Tang Fang shot Arroz another questioning look, then gently nudged the door open. Inside, the lighting was dim, punctuated only by the blinking power light on the desk like a flickering firefly. The sweet smell enveloped them fully now, evoking memories long buried.

It was Claire. She lay curled up on the bed in the center of the room, her golden hair fanned out around her like waves lapping at the shore. Her breathing was slow and steady, clearly exhausted from whatever journey had brought her here. Even Tang Fang’s cautious footsteps hadn’t stirred her from sleep.

“Why is she here?” Arroz murmured under his breath.

Tang Fang shrugged, equally baffled. With Phillip away and Old Benny missing, there was no one to ask except Claire herself. But looking at her weary form, he hesitated to wake her.

Her brows twitched occasionally, furrowing and relaxing as though wrestling with some unseen weight. Her eyelashes fluttered delicately, like mischievous sprites dancing in the twilight.

“Forget it. Let’s wait outside for a bit; she must be exhausted,” Tang Fang suggested quietly. Just as he started to turn away, a booming voice echoed down the hall: “Hey, Tang Fang! Where are you? And where’s Old Benny?”

No prizes for guessing—it was Housen, loud and tactless as ever.

Sure enough, the commotion startled Claire awake. Her eyes fluttered open just as Tang Fang glanced over. Their gazes locked, and recognition dawned on her face, pulling her abruptly from her daze.

“Talosal…” Her voice trembled, and her eyes glistened red—whether from tears or fatigue, it was hard to tell.

Seeing she was awake, Tang Fang abandoned his retreat and moved closer, intent on asking why she’d come all this way. Before he could speak, though, Housen barged into the room unceremoniously.

“Claire? What’s going on? Weren’t you supposed to be at the North Pole? Why are you here?”

At his words, Claire’s eyes welled further, and her body began to tremble ever so slightly.

Tang Fang’s mind raced. Something must have happened up north. Otherwise, why would Claire suddenly appear at the South Pole?

“Claire, calm down. Did something happen at the Arctic?” he asked gently.

She sat up slowly, hugging her knees to her chest, and gave a tiny nod.

“What happened?” Tang Fang perched cautiously on the edge of the bed, his expression grave.

“They… they’ve placed General Marion under house arrest,” Claire finally managed, her voice heavy with anger, confusion, resentment, and sorrow.

“Marion? Under house arrest?” Tang Fang sucked in a sharp breath. So, trouble had indeed erupted in the Arctic far sooner than expected. He’d assumed the tension between Marion and the envoy would boil over eventually—but not this quickly.

With Krotan’s uprising raging on, why escalate tensions now? What were the Federation playing at? This move only hindered the Garcia Resistance, serving neither party well.

Then it hit him—the events of eight days ago. Shi Huaqing had smuggled them out of the base early in the morning, claiming it was Marion’s order. Could their fallout stem from him? Was the Federation envoy targeting him specifically? Had old man refused to comply, sending them south preemptively, thus igniting the current crisis?

Before he could dwell further, Claire dropped another bombshell: “Aldrich’s government forces have already advanced deep into the heart of Thor Continent. The rebellion is collapsing.”

The first revelation had been shocking enough, but this second statement struck like a thunderclap, leaving the trio momentarily stunned.

In just eight days, Aldrich’s army had breached the continent’s core? How was that possible?

“Claire, take your time. Tell us everything,” Tang Fang urged, leaning closer and gripping her shoulders firmly. “Don’t worry—we’ll figure it out together.”

“Talosal… will you help me?” Claire clutched desperately at his arm, her slender fingers digging almost painfully into his skin.

“Of course,” Tang Fang reassured her, patting her shoulder lightly. “We’re friends, aren’t we? You, Grant, Shi Huaqing, that grumpy old man who loves sleeping late—and Aunt Virginia too, stubborn as she is.”

At his words, a glimmer of hope lit up Claire’s face, replacing the despair that had clouded it moments before. “Here’s what happened…”

Please vote for this novel at

https://www.novelupdates.com/series/carrying-the-bases-of-starcraft/

If you would like to support this translation, you may choose any one of the options below.

Tier 1: 10 Advance chapters

Access fee $3.00 Monthly