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Chapter 87: The Last Spicy Seasoning
"Easy, Raka! Your body is already like a rusted-out tin can, and if I tug on you any harder, your whole nervous system might just crumble, damn it!" Leo shouted while wiping the sweat that trickled into his bionic eye, which was now only half-functional.Leo struggled to prop Raka up as they moved into the remains of a small food stall, where the roof was tilted so low it nearly touched the ground. The smell of concrete dust and lingering nerve gas still clung to their tattered jackets. Outside, the Megalopolis sky was no longer red, instead, it had turned a sickening, pale gold because the space fleet was literally sucking the earth's atmosphere dry. Raka groaned as his paralyzed legs dragged across the shattered floor tiles, leaving a trail of shimmering silver blood that caught the dim light."I can't see anything, Leo. Everything is just gray pixelated lines," Raka moaned, his hands fumbling through the air with a pinky finger that was still snapped at a jagged angle."Just hang o
Chapter 86: The Aesthetics Of Pain
"Does it hurt, Raka? They say Subject 07 doesn't know fear, but why does your sweat smell like someone who’s about to kick the bucket?" Kaleb asked in a terrifyingly flat tone.Raka looked up, trying to focus his remaining good eye even though his vision was blurred to hell. He was strapped to a biometric suspension chair in the cold, sterile Sector Zero secret lab. Transparent neural cables crawled into the hole in his chest, keeping his organs humming even though his entire nervous system had been scorched. "Kaleb, if you’re gonna play the Grim Reaper, you might want to wipe those tears first, man," Raka groaned, flashing a bloody grin.Kaleb went silent. His hand, gripping the voltage control lever, shook violently, contrasting with his stiff, expressionless face. Clear tears ran from his bionic eyes, which were blinking red, a sign that the Mirror Interrogator protocol was forcing him to do the one thing he hated most. Seraph was truly a piece of work, using Raka’s only remaining
Chapter 85: Raka’s First Failure
"You’re a literal demon, Anna, you killed someone who actually trusted you just so you could be Seraph’s puppet," Raka roared, his voice cracking as it echoed through the suffocating silence of the Thermal Core.Julianna didn’t flinch, her Magnum’s muzzle remained steady, aimed directly at Raka’s forehead. "I don’t need a morality lecture from a murderer, Raka, Bara was just a pebble in the road, and you’re a piece of trash variable that I need to sweep away immediately.""This piece of trash is going to make you regret ever being born, you bitch," Raka tried to lunge forward, but the wound in his left thigh sent a massive shock through his nerves, causing him to collapse into the pool of Bara’s blood."Papa, stop acting like a heartbroken drama queen," the Child’s voice echoed in Raka’s head, sounding cold and mocking. "Look around you, Mother’s toys are awake, and they’re starving for that messy bio-electricity of yours."Sure enough, the millions of human batteries that had crawled
Chapter 84: Undercover Operation In The City Of The Dead
"Don’t you dare stop breathing, damn it, if your biometric signal dips, the alarms will blow," Bara barked, yanking Raka’s jacket collar as they moved through the cramped ventilation duct.Raka winced, feeling the friction of the cold metal against his scarred back, "Shut it, Bara, I’m busy trying to keep this lab rat from sucking my brain dry, you think being a human antenna is a walk in the park?!""Papa, quit bickering with this caveman," the Child's voice echoed clearly inside Raka's skull, making his left ear ring painfully, "the smell of both your sweat is making my biometric frequency nauseous, focus on that transmitter pole, or we’re all going to end up as human juice in an incubator.""You hear that, Bara? My own kid says you stink," Raka gave a bitter grin, trying to ignore the throbbing in his pinky finger, the one he’d intentionally snapped earlier.They both crawled out of the vent, landing softly on the steel floor of the Architects' Thermal Core. The scene inside was a
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
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