All Chapters of Terms And conditions Apply : Invoicing The Apocalypse: Chapter 11
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Debugging Destiny
Hey, wake up! Don't you dare die on my server floor, filing the death report would be a total nightmare!"Freza choked, his lungs feeling as if they had just been forcibly pumped with air that smelled like burnt cables. He opened his eyes to find the face of the man in the 'I HATE MONDAYS' t-shirt right in front of his nose. The room was no longer Jakarta, but a cramped space filled with ancient CRT monitors, stacks of stale pizza boxes, and cables dangling like mechanical intestines."Cough! You... Who were you again? The Dev? What is this place? Why is it so suffocating?!""Welcome to the Back-end, the place where all your digital sins are processed before becoming reality. And I suggest you don't touch that red cable unless you want your entire childhood memory formatted into cat videos."Freza tried to sit up, his head throbbing violently. "I heard you talking about my father earlier. Don't cut it off, keep going! Who is my father, really? If you say he's some galactic ruler in di
Liquidation at the Fed Gate
...but with a face identical to the faded photo I had kept in my wallet for years; the man was an exact copy of my father, except his eyes were now glowing red like burning coals. He stood tall in front of the gate of the Department of Soul Confiscation, holding a black metal clipboard that seemed to absorb the surrounding light."Dad? Is it really you?" my voice trembled, nearly swallowed by the thunderous roar of giant chains in the hellish sky.The figure did not smile. He just stared at me blankly, as if I were just another row of numbers in his audit report. "Freza, my son. You have come here without an official travel permit. That is a level-one procedural violation.""Holy crap, Mas Freza! Is that really your old man?! Why is his style stiffer than a dry chamois cloth?!" Qoriski whispered while hiding behind Citra's back. "And what's up with those red eyes? Lack of sleep, or did he just finish crying after seeing his bank balance?""Shut up, Qorisk
Emergency Collateral
Now, this is our chance! Qoriski, destroy the machine's control panel! Citra, hold off those robots!" I ordered quickly.Qoriski wasted no time. He ran toward the control panel filled with glowing cables. With one hammer blow full of rage, the panel exploded, emitting static sparks that killed the giant grinding machine."SUCKS TO BE YOU, EVIL MACHINE!" Qoriski shouted with satisfaction."Hey! You destroyed company property?!" X-Ray was furious, he raised his hand and suddenly all the emotion orbs in the room began to vibrate violently. "If you turn off the machine, these emotions will explode because they have no container! Do you want to be responsible if all of hell gets hit by an explosion of happiness?!""What?! Explode?!" Qoriski immediately turned pale. "Mas Freza, what do we do?! Are we gonna die from laughing too much?!""I... I have to channel the emotions somewhere!" I panicked, searching for a container on my system screen. "Damn, my st
Interim Decision From Liang Lahat
"...yellowed subpoena papers smelling of intergalactic incense."The old man coughed slightly, dust flying from his long, thinning beard. He placed his old suitcase on the cracked concrete roof of Wisma Nusantara, right in front of the polished shoes of the woman in the black suit."Holy crap, Gramps! Who are you now? Don't tell me you're selling old newspapers in the middle of a carrier strike group siege like this!" shouted Qoriski while brandishing his gavel, which was now smeared with robot oil. "This is urgent, Old Man! Master Freza is about to press the button for Doomsday Volume Two!""Qor, shut up for a second. Look at the logo on that suitcase," Freza interrupted with narrowed eyes. "That's the symbol of the Universal Supreme Court, which has been out of circulation since the Great Inflation era three thousand years ago. Sir, are you really a Bailiff from the center?"The old man nodded slowly, his trembling fingers unlocking the suitcase with a