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Chapter 83: The Blood Pact With The Child
"Stop dragging me, you bastard! I'm not some piece of scrap carpet you can just pull around whenever you feel like it!" Raka roared, trying to kick the steel hand of the Darma clone that was dragging him by the leg.The concrete floor of the sewer sliced into his already battered back, while the greenish gas continued to fill his lungs with a suffocating, bitter taste. The Preceptor-type clone didn't flinch, continuing its march with tireless machine strength toward the elevator shaft. Raka fumbled in his jacket pocket, making sure the phone containing Digital Elena hadn't fallen out, but his consciousness was starting to slip away under the lethal weight of the nerve gas. Suddenly, the clone’s footsteps came to an abrupt halt, as if its motor system had been forcibly ripped from the data center."Cleanup unit, deactivate retrieval protocol immediately. The target is my private variable," a child's voice, clear yet chillingly cold, echoed through the fog of gas.Raka tumbled onto the
Chapter 82: The Underground Alliance
"Wake up, you bionic piece of junk! Don’t you dare die before I gouge that blue eye of yours out!" a raspy voice slammed into Raka’s fading consciousness.Raka choked, spitting out black sewage water that tasted like a nasty cocktail of oil, formalin, and human waste. His lungs felt like they were on fire as he struggled to catch his breath amidst the sickening stench. He found himself sprawled on a cold, mossy concrete floor, surrounded by piles of used needles and medical waste that had washed down from the tower. Next to him, Kaleb lay helpless and deathly pale, still unconscious after their death-defying landing in the leaking decontamination tank."Where, where the hell am I?" Raka groaned, trying to move his shaking hands."You’re in a place where Seraph can't even hear you fart, you bastard," the man in front of him replied, wearing a worn-out gas mask and a leather jacket covered in patches.The man leveled a makeshift rifle right at Raka’s nose, his sharp eyes tracking every
Chapter 81: The Debt Recital
"Get out of my way, you little brat! I don't have time for hide and seek with a lab experiment like you!" Raka yelled, aiming his energy pistol not at the Child, but at the thick gas pipes pulsing on the ceiling right above the elevator.The Child, standing inside the elevator with a terrifyingly innocent smile, simply tilted his head as if he were calculating Raka’s probability of success. "Are you really going to blow this place up, Daddy? You know that if the biometric tanks down here leak, Megalopolis will become a permanent ghost town, right?" the boy asked, his voice so calm that Raka felt like vomiting his silver blood right into the creature's face."I’d rather it be a ghost town than a Darma clone farm, you bastard!" Raka fired back, and his finger squeezed the trigger with everything he had left.The explosion was instant. Blue flames ripped through the air, obliterating the pipe’s safety valves and creating a shockwave that threw the Child back into the elevator, which imme
Chapter 80: The Nerve Severing Operation
"Dammit, Raka! Stop pulling that thing if you don't want your brains spilled all over the floor, for real!" Leo’s voice shrieked inside Raka’s head, triggering a pain so sharp it felt like his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.Raka didn't care, he let out a low groan while clutching the remains of the iron chain still wrapped around his wrists. His body was sprawled on the damp, dark floor of a technical corridor, located directly beneath the throne room that had just been blasted by a pillar of light from deep space. Red emergency lights flickered dimly, reflecting off the silver blood soaking into his tattered black tuxedo. With hands shaking violently, Raka wrapped the chain around the base of the Neural Spike, the massive bionic needle still buried in his neck, tethering his central nervous system directly to the deep space fleet."I have to pull this thing out, Leo, or I’m literally going to become a doomsday antenna for them!" Raka roared, yanking the chain with one b
Chapter 79: The Illusion Of The Little House
"It’s so beautiful, isn’t it, Raka? We’ve finally made it to our little home, the one with no computers, no cables, just the two of us," Elena said, resting her head gently on Raka’s shoulder.Raka blinked his eyes, trying to clear the heavy throbbing that pulsed inside his skull. He looked out at a vast expanse of green grass swaying in a soft breeze under the golden light of a late afternoon sun. In front of them stood a simple wooden shack with a small porch decorated with pots of white lilies in full, stunning bloom. Raka took a deep breath, but the scent of the flowers felt strange in his nose, like the faint smell of copper mixed with the perfume Elena used to wear."Elena, are we really here? I thought we were in the middle of a bridge about to collapse," Raka asked, staring at his palms, which were now clean and free of any wounds."What bridge, Raka? You slept way too much during the trip, you’re just having some weird fever dreams," Elena replied with a soft laugh, her voice
Chapter 78: The Banquet Of Monsters
"Eat, Raka. Don’t make me shove data cables down your throat, it won’t feel goodon your windpipe," Elena said with a voice that was so sweet, yet it carried aterror that could stop a heart.Raka could only glare, his teeth gritting as he fought the rage boiling behindhis pale face. He wasn't wearing his tattered tactical gear anymore, but acrisp, black tuxedo that fit him perfectly, as if the world’s best tailor hadjust measured him. However, beneath the expensive silk, Raka could feel thetransparent cables burrowing under his skin, controlling his muscles like amarionette. He was forced to sit upright at a long dining table placed right ontop of a heap of skyscraper ruins. All around them, the darkness of Megalopolisstretched out, silent without the sound of engines, lit only by the red glowfrom Elena’s throne and the silver plates serving bionic circuit components astonight’s meal."I’m not hungry, El. I’d rather swallow broken glass than have a meal with acreature weari
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