"Those disgusting things are called Curchacos," Pax thought to himself."What are the Curchacos?" a voice asked."Ah, it’s you, Golden," Pax said."Well, it seems placing a psychic link solely with you was a good idea after all," Golden remarked."What exactly are these creatures we’re facing, Pax?""Well, the Curchacos are insect-like creatures, similar to cockroaches. They secrete a viscous substance that immobilizes their targets to capture prey destined to feed their queen. They operate like a hive, have six legs, red eyes full of fury, and antennae they use to communicate. Plus, they’re attracted to shiny objects. They’re small but incredibly strong.""That’s disgusting," Golden commented, wrinkling his nose. "It sounds like an abomination of nature, like the previous monsters.""It is," Pax replied gravely. "They were failed creations of my boss, Tejod.""And how do we defeat them?" Golden asked."The only way to stop them is by killing the queen. Without a queen, there are no C

The queen let out a cry of anguish that echoed through the cave, though even she couldn't comprehend what was happening. An intense burning consumed her, an agony beyond explanation. In desperation, she began slamming herself against the cave walls, seeking relief from the torment.Finally opening her eyes, she saw something that ignited her fury: there on the ground lay the lower half of her body, where her stinger once resided. It was covered in a luminous green liquid, and from the rubble emerged a small figure coated in the same viscous fluid."You wretched brat!" the queen roared, her voice laced with hatred and disgust. "I thought you were dead! How dare you destroy my precious Curchacos nursery?"Paltio grimaced in revulsion as he attempted to wipe the green substance from his face and body. "Disgusting! This must be her blood... And now I'm covered in this stuff everywhere," he spat, trying to rid his mouth of the bitter taste.Golden observed the scene through his mental conne

"Something bad is happening here... Something told me so, but I don't know what it could be," Pax murmured to himself as he moved swiftly through the building. His analytical mind didn’t need further proof: he had picked up on the signs from the beginning. "No time to think—it's time to act. I must save that foolish prince from certain death. If I save him, he'll owe me one... Although surely he'll collect to save me from the Curchacos. Anyway, there’s no other choice—all for Lord Tejod."Pax began to move strategically through the building, checking room by room. However, everything seemed empty, with no trace of life or activity, until he entered a dark room where he found bones scattered across the floor. At first glance, they bore the shape of Lula, the elderly owner of the place."Those thieving snakes infiltrated this place and made it their nest," Pax deduced, observing the remains coldly. "I must hurry... But I already know what to do."He quickly returned to his room, retriev

"Let me go, let me go!" Alita tried to say, struggling as she was dragged into the shadowy alley. Pax wasn’t far behind, fighting with equal intensity.Tense moments passed before they were finally released. "This spot will do," came a calm but firm female voice. "Oops! Sorry for bringing you here like that, but I see you’re both girls too, which is why Troba’s power didn’t affect you.""Girl? Who are you calling a girl?" Pax shot back, visibly irritated, glancing around for answers.The voice remained unfazed. "So, why weren’t you affected by Troba’s magic?"Pax crossed her arms, pride evident. "Because of the Red Shadow armor I’m wearing. That answers your question.""Interesting," the voice murmured. And then, from the shadows, two imposing figures emerged. Both women possessed athletic builds and defined muscles, though one towered over the other.Alita quickly turned to face them, assessing the situation. "So… you’re part of Fuertelia, and you’re also a woman," she stated, strivi

The woman was tall, imposing. She crossed her arms, fixing Alita with a resolute gaze."What I said about finding the priestess still stands," she declared firmly, "but only if we make it out of this alive."Alita couldn’t help but notice her height—she was much taller than the butler, Mok."Wow, Galatea, you really are tall," she remarked in awe. "Well, your daughters are too."Galatea smiled with pride."Of course they are. They’re my daughters, after all. That’s how we Fuertelians are—tall and strong. The downside is, they didn’t inherit my intelligence. They’re reckless, just like their father. I told them not to try rescuing me… but you know how they are."She shook her head, as if brushing the thought aside, and her tone grew more serious."Now, we need to free others."Alita, who had been silently observing, pointed toward a nearby machine."Ma’am, I think those color-changing machines might be powering the cells."Galatea nodded decisively."Good thinking, girl. Show me where