Glug, glug.
In the cave, the sound akin to drinking water echoed.
The narrow conduit continuously squird, expanded, and contracted. The stout man standing on the rocks trembled feverishly, his eyes rolled upward, filled with bloodshot veins.
"Singh? What's wrong, Singh?"
The frail man above the cliff lay on the grass, his flashlight flickering, only able to see the stout man's raised shoulders and back, "Have you found her?"
The terrifying silence lasted over ten seconds. Just as the frail man above, whose heart was pounding, softly and stealthily drew his pistol, preparing to jump down,
A long, relieved sigh ca from below.
"Ha..."
The stout man's eyes returned to normal, his high shoulders slumped down, retreating a few steps, he smiled up at his companion, "I'm fine."
"... What happened to you just now?" The frail man remained still, licking his dry lips, "Didn't you say you found her?"
"I was mistaken."
The stout man spoke lightly, "There's a piece of her clothing in the cave, she must have been here, but she's already gone now.
There was a snake on my foot earlier, I didn't dare move, now it's crawled away."
"Oh, co up then."
The frail man shone his flashlight down, feeling relieved, "It's quite flat down there, you can walk from there."
"Okay."
The frail man watched his companion exit the cave, traverse the slope, and ascend the cliff. The two walked towards the other illuminated spots in the wild grass.
The frail man crossed his arms, rubbing his arms. "It's so cold... Do you think if we don't find that Dalit woman today or tomorrow, the new director will give up?"
"Maybe."
The stout man walked slower, a step behind his companion.
"I don't think he'll give up."
The frail man grumbled softly, "Sigh, who knows how long this will last. Should we go find the parents of those three Dalit won tonight?
Bring bats and pistols, threaten those Dalits to persuade the new director to drop the case.
Do you think it's feasible?"
"Possibly."
"No, forget it, if the new director finds out, it'll be even more troubleso..."
The frail man complained, "Listen, don't tell anyone.
My uncle secretly reported to the higher-ups in the Southern State, accusing the new director of abusing his power, deliberately stirring local discontent. Best to get him removed from the director's position, or at least transferred elsewhere, so he won't tornt us anymore..."
Smack!
The frail man shuddered violently, turning around, both hands clutching the back of his neck, shouting at his companion in shock, "Why did you hit ?"
"There was a bug."
The stout man smiled, raising his dark palm, with a squashed insect and a faint bloodstain in his palm.
"Was it necessary to use so much force?"
The frail man cursed, wiping the skin on the back of his neck, unaware of the eerie grin appearing on the stout man's face,
In the lowered hand, where the insect body lay, a miniature injection needle slowly retracted into the skin.
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Inside the cave, the dark-skinned girl stared blankly at her palm.
She could feel a slender, elongated worm-like creature coiled at the back of her neck, with parasites of varying forms and functions inhabiting her arms, legs, and limbs.
The parasite at the back of her neck was emitting weak electric signals, causing vague chaotic visions to flash before her eyes, accompanied by dreamlike sounds.
The Brain Worm [Fenrir], disguised as a brown-black wild dog, coldly observed the girl undergoing the transformation.
The parasite at the back of her neck was essentially a psionic receiver tube, responding exclusively to hive mind spiritual energy, able to receive commands from the hive mind through spiritual energy.
The plan devised by Lady Saint was essentially a general direction,
The detailed implentation still relied on the massive, well-coordinated computing power of the Brain Worm Council to plan the detailed steps.
This Indian girl had, in fact, beco the first-generation "Converter,"
As ti progressed, the parasitic organ at the back of her neck would mature, not only able to receive spiritual energy, but also allowing the host's consciousness to connect with the Divine Power Connection and spiritual energy network of the hive mind.
While providing the Creator with the Power of Faith, she could also coordinate with second-generation and third-generation converters (parasitic organs can cultivate new worm eggs within the host's body and spread through physical contact. The conversion process for first-generation and second-generation converters is relatively violent and direct. The third generation is silent and unnoticed.),
Gathering intelligence, assisting the Gene Thief sequence's soldier worms in gradual expansion and proliferation within human society.
The Brain Worm Fenrir released a wave of spiritual energy, coldly questioning in the girl's mind, "What's your na?"
Through the whispering induced by the parasitic organ, the girl understood the existence of the hive mind's will and her mission, obediently answering, "Pu Lan."
Splash —
The seawater splashed, and one after another, animals crawled out of the ocean, cats, dogs, monkeys, rats, and even calves.
These soldier worms disguised as ordinary animals gazed deeply at the Brain Worm Fenrir,
Then, under the guidance of the flying bird soldier worms in the sky, they climbed onto the shoreline and headed toward the land.
The expansion has begun.
"Let's go."
Fenrir stood up from the ground, leaping between rocks, effortlessly bounding up the cliff.
The dark-skinned young girl bent her knees and leapt, grasping the vines on the low cliff edge and climbing onto the ground.
In the pitch-dark night, the girl whispered, "Where are we going?"
"Your ho is in the northern village, right?"
Fenrir said coldly, "We'll go there first, deal with your matters. Then to Bangalore, a city with ten and a half million people.
Then to Mumbai, Kolkata, Chennai, New Delhi, Chandigarh..."
"My matters..."
The dark-skinned girl's face showed a peculiar expression.
As a special first-generation converter, the parasitic organ at the back of her neck allowed her to "hear" the hive mind's spiritual energy echoes, instinctively obeying commands.
Under the command, her brain would offer a reasonable explanation for this, based on her past experiences as an untouchable Dalit: Life is like a burning house, all beings suffer; as Dalits, enduring oppression ans forever dwelling in Human Hell. Only by embracing the hive mind's will can she break this vile, filthy cycle.
"You are very fortunate, Lady Saint is watching over you."
The Brain Worm Fenrir declared coolly, "To retaliate against those in your village, directly eliminate them, replacing them all with Gene Thieves.
Or implent parasitic conversion on them.
The choice is yours.
This is Lady Saint's test for you. Now, go and do what you must."
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