Dennis arrived at a warehouse complex in the southern district—a place permanently shrouded in darkness—accompanied by Diana, Dahlia, Deborah, and Daphne. He looked around to see about twenty n in button-down shirts already scattered across the ground. Looking ahead, he saw that Donna and Dulcia had already cleared out everyone in the imdiate area. Dennis and the others quickly approached the two of them.
"Hey... are all of these guys syndicate mbers?" Dennis asked, scanning the periter.
"Yep. They actually tried to jump us at first, but well... you see how that went," Donna answered casually.
"I told you, I could’ve handled this whole crowd by myself," Dulcia added.
"Hey, hey... don’t go having all the fun on your own," Diana said.
"We want in, too," Dahlia added with a pout.
"This is just a warehouse complex, right? So where exactly is their main base?" Deborah asked, looking around.
"Hmm... everyone stay sharp. I feel a lot of people heading our way right now," Daphne said, imdiately spinning around to stand back-to-back with Dennis.
Daphne was right. Several warehouse doors swung open, and hundreds of brutal-looking n in ragged clothes spilled out. They were ard with everything from lee weapons to machine guns. Then ca the screeching. Several of them erged leading Bug Crawlers, Blob Mantises, and Tusk Crawlers on chains like rabid dogs. They quickly surrounded Dennis and the girls.
"So... what do you say, my husband? Can we start?" Diana asked.
"One second," Dennis replied. "Graaaaah!"
Dennis unleashed his Berserker Aura and entered his Rage State. His roar sent a shockwave that made the encroachers flinch in terror. Suddenly, the bodies of Diana, Dahlia, Donna, Deborah, Dulcia, and Daphne were all enveloped in a red energy aura that flickered like burning flas. Dennis smiled at his enemies.
"Slaughter them. Don’t let a single soul escape," Dennis ordered.
"Understood," Diana, Dahlia, Donna, Deborah, Dulcia, and Daphne replied with grins.
The six girls instantly blurred into streaks of multi-colored light. anwhile, Dennis charged the n in front of him with a barrage of punches and kicks. In an instant, dozens of n were screaming as they were sent flying in every direction. The silent night was suddenly shattered by the sound of gunfire, screams, and the cheerful laughter of the six girls as they attacked with reckless abandon. The ground itself shook from the force of the slams and explosions. The dark horizon lit up, ablaze with fire, yellow light, and a chaotic spectrum of energy.
"Shoot! Shoot! They’re insane!" one of the n scread.
The man had barely raised his rifle to fire when Dennis’s gloved fist slamd into his face, sending him spinning through the air until he vanished into the distance. Several Bug Crawlers were unleashed to attack Dennis, but he caught them easily, tearing them apart until nothing was left. Their handlers turned to run in terror, but Dennis didn’t let them go. He snatched them up and slamd them into the concrete until they stopped moving—whether they were dead or alive, it was hard to tell.
Dennis saw one of the handlers bolt into a warehouse and chased him inside, only to stop dead in his tracks. He imdiately covered his nose, his eyes widening at the sight of countless cages filled with thrashing, snarling crawlers. There were massive vats that looked like they were being used for experints, with tangled webs of hoses snaking out from behind them. The stench inside was foul, piercing his nostrils and making the air feel thick and suffocating.
"Insane. Soone actually built all this and is breeding crawlers... this is too much," Dennis said in his head.
"Blam!"
"Agh!"
Dennis looked at his shoulder. There was a fresh gunshot wound, but the flesh knitted back together instantly, spitting the bullet out. He looked up and saw the handler he’d been chasing firing at him again from a distance. Without a second thought, Dennis lunged forward and grabbed the man’s face as another shot went wide. Then, "blam," he slamd the man’s head into the wall behind him with bone-crushing force. When Dennis let go, the body slumped to the floor.
"Hey... where’s your boss?" Dennis asked.
The man didn’t answer; his skull had split open from the impact against the wall.
"Damn, he’s dead," Dennis muttered in his head.
Dennis turned back to the cages, seeing Chaleon Spiders, Scorpion Worms, Chimaera Crabs, and other Rank C and B monsters. They were all alive, but they looked half-dead and drained of strength. He spotted a door behind the massive vats of crawler seeds on the right and ran toward it. Stepping inside, he found himself in an office with a desk and several filing cabinets. He walked over to the desk and saw a stack of folders.
Dennis grabbed a folder from the stack and flipped it open. His blood boiled instantly. He saw Chris’s photo listed as one of their workers, tasked with finding girls and getting them pregnant. Once the babies were born, they were either used as crawler feed or as subjects for experints to turn the infants into crawlers themselves. After reading, Dennis bolted back out of the room and stared at the contents of the vats in front of him. "Grip," both his hands clenched until his knuckles turned white and his arms trembled. The files were right—the vats were filled with infants whose bodies had already begun morphing into crawlers, though their human forms were still visible.
Without a second’s delay, Dennis snapped. He went on a rampage, smashing the vats in front of him until green fluid flooded the floor. Tears stread down his face because he knew the infants inside those tanks were beyond saving. Dennis’s breath ca in ragged, heavy gasps after he finished destroying the vats. Tears soaked his face as he raised his hand to wipe them away. He turned and stord back into the office once more, walking to the desk to grab the folder containing Chris’s file. Then, he began checking every other folder there, and his blood reached a boiling point.
"He wasn’t just cheating on Bella... his actual job was to hunt girls and impregnate them... and Chris isn’t the only one. There are dozens of n like him doing this for the syndicate. Bastards... absolute demons," Dennis muttered in his head.
[I’ve already copied all the files, Master. We can hand everything over to the authorities.]
"Thanks, Sami," Dennis said, his voice thick with rage.
Dennis went back to rifling through the other folders inside the cabinet. Most of them contained profiles of missing girls who had actually been kidnapped, turned into toys, sold off, or murdered. Then, he discovered a spreadsheet containing sales data for crawlers sold to the elite and several high-ranking officials in Ruby City, Diamond City, and Erald City itself. They were being used as ta pets and ho security systems; apparently, if a house had a crawler, it wouldn’t be targeted by enemies when a dinsional rift opened nearby.
"Photograph all of this, Sami," Dennis ordered, his voice thick with rage.
[I’ve been doing that since we got here, Master.]
He continued tearing through the cabinets, looking at all the data ticulously stored in the files within.
***
anwhile, while Dennis was busy ransacking the office inside, out in the middle of the warehouse complex:
"He... help!" scread a man clutching a rifle, his face pale and trembling.
Diana walked toward him, her eyes glowing red and a smile revealing her fangs. "Waaaah!" the man shrieked, firing his machine gun at Diana. She moved with blinding speed, dodging every bullet while advancing toward him, completely unfazed. When Diana reached the man, her hand instantly crushed his rifle into scrap tal, and she shoved him hard against the warehouse wall. Then, Diana raised her arm; thick blood seeped from her torn wrist, forming into tentacles that reached out to throttle the man. His face went ghostly white, as if he were watching a horror movie co to life. But before Diana’s blood tentacles could crush his skull—
"Blam!"
A bullet pierced the man’s head from the side. A furious Diana looked up to see Dahlia on top of the warehouse, having sniped her prey. Diana imdiately let the body drop.
"Hey... what the hell, Dahlia!" Diana shouted, annoyed.
"You were taking too long. Sorry," Dahlia replied.
"She’s right. That was the last one, anyway. We’re all finished here," Donna added, approaching Diana while twirling her twin daggers.
"Ugh... you guys are no fun," Diana grumbled.
"Hey... where’s our husband?" Deborah asked, looking around.
"No idea... I was too busy bashing heads to notice," Dulcia answered with a shrug.
"Let’s just go find him. But what are we supposed to do with all these bodies?" Daphne asked innocently.
They all turned to look at the warehouse complex road. It was littered with over a hundred syndicate mbers—bodies scattered, piled up, so charred, others torn to pieces—all mixed in with the carcasses of several crawlers. But suddenly:
"Hey... what happened here?"
All six of them turned toward a warehouse door and saw a man in his fifties, wearing a full suit with shock-white hair, staring in stunned silence at the mountain of corpses lining the street.
"Ooh... looks like there’s still one left. Let’s go, guys," Diana said with a wide grin.
"Yeah, let’s," Dahlia replied, leaping down. Donna twirled her knives, Deborah gripped her syringe, Dulcia slamd a fist into her palm, and Daphne hid her scythe behind her back.
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