The Rapid Response Tactical Squad, battered and grim, hauled back two bodies—Destroyer and Portman—to the infirmary at the Olduvai Research Facility.
Sarge, eyes blazing, stared at the monster stuck in the nano-wall, its grotesque form still twitching, and bloodstains splattered on the mirror like a horror movie set.
"Why’s this thing still kicking, and whose blood’s that?" he growled.
Raja, leaning casually against a counter, shrugged. "Sarge, Samantha trapped this freak, so she’s slicing it up alive for science. The blood? Goat’s. Yeah, he woke up, courtesy of the virus, and headbutted the glass till he croaked—again."
Sarge cursed, jamd his gun into the monster’s skull, and blew its brains out, gray matter splattering. "Kid, Duke, shoot the scientists’ bodies at the dig site—no risks."
Sarge stord toward Samantha, ready to grill her, but Raja stepped between them, all charm and steel. "Sarge, I get you want answers, but you didn’t buy my theory. Let show you proof."
He nodded to Samantha. "Doc, plug in the drives and pull the experintal logs."
Samantha, hands shaky, loaded the data. The screen lit up with Dr. Cormack’s experints—prisoners injected with a chromoso 24 drug, writhing as they mutated into monsters.
The room went silent, jaws dropping. Samantha stared at a vial Raja had left out, whispering, "Chromoso 24."
Reaper lunged to smash the drives, but Sarge barked, "UAC property! We didn’t see shit. Grab the data, we’re out."
MAYA: "Master, you’re stirring the pot like a chaotic chef!"
Raja, smirking, tapped Sarge’s shoulder. When Sarge turned, Raja’s fist connected, knocking him out cold, shocking Samantha and Reaper.
Reaper caught Sarge’s limp body as Raja snatched the drives, crushing them to dust with his bare hand, and smashed the vial on the floor, liquid hissing.
"Sarge’s lucky I like him," Raja said, grinning. "Reaper, call the others. We’re leaving, and I’m blowing this base to kingdom co."
Reaper nodded, radioing, "Guys, haul ass to the ARK transport—situation’s hot!"
Duke’s voice crackled, "Copy, but one scientist’s body is missing."
Reaper cursed, "Move fast, we’ll hold the gate."
Raja ripped off his shirt, revealing a chiseled physique that made Samantha blush and Reaper gape.
Hoisting Sarge over his shoulder like a sack of rice, he sprinted to the ARK exit where Pinky waited, wide-eyed.
They transported Sarge, then Samantha, then Pinky through the wormhole.
Raja turned to Reaper, "Give ST grenades we are blowing the ARK platform—we ain’t coming back."
Duke and Kid arrived, panting. "What’s up? Where’s Sarge?"
Raja, smooth as silk, lied, "Another monster hit us. Sarge fought like a lion, got knocked out. We sent him first." Reaper twitched, marveling at Raja’s shaless BS.
Suddenly, two monsters roared out of the airlock, moving like demonic gymnasts.
Raja and Reaper opened fire, bullets sparking. "Duke, Kid, go! We’re blowing this place to stop the virus!" Raja yelled.
They nodded, diving through the wormhole. The monsters charged the ARK, aiming to escape.
Raja roundhouse-kicked one, sending it crashing into a wall, Reaper’s jaw dropping at the raw power.
With a grin, Raja tossed the stunned Reaper through the wormhole, then used his Chaos Watch to kill the ARK’s transmission and comms.
The monsters lunged; Raja’s Telepathy crushed their skulls into pulp, blood splattering.
Alone, Raja slipped back to the labs, collecting every chromoso 24 sample, experintal data, and even Lucy and her child’s fossils, stashing them in his inventory. He planted bombs in every room, set the tirs, and portaled out of the DOOM world as explosions rocked Mars.
Back on Earth at the ARK station, Reaper erged, staring at the closed wormhole, screaming, "NoOOO!"
He turned to Pinky, "Raja’s still in there with two monsters—open it!"
Pinky, frantic, tried, but the system was dead. "Signal’s gone from Mars—what’s happening?"
Reaper, gut-punched, muttered, "Damn it, kid, why’d you push ?"
Samantha ran up, "What happened? Where’s Raja?"
Reaper, eyes heavy, said, "He blasted the ST grenades, killed the wormhole to stop the monsters. Should’ve been , but the kid—21 years old—pushed first."
Sarge, groggy, woke up. "What’s going on? Did we get the data? Where’s the punk who sucker-punched ?"
Reaper, livid, decked Sarge, knocking him out again, but winced, clutching his fractured hand. "Goddamn it, how’d the kid do it? Think I broke my hand!"
Raja, unscathed, materialized at Chaos Villa, then blinked to Elysium Station, strutting into Queen Jessica’s chamber.
She didn’t ask questions—just dragged him to her sex dungeon for a bath, her eyes hungry. For six hours, they made love nonstop, cleansing her week’s worth of pent-up lust, moans echoing like a symphony. Her curvaceous secretary joined, turning it into a steamy three-way that left the dungeon’s mirrors fogged.
Afterward, Jessica, sprawled across silk sheets, purred, "Which world, my Shadow King? What goodies did you steal?"
Raja slapped her big ass, squeezing it. "A Mars world, my queen. Humanoids with wormhole tech, destroyed by a synthetic 24th chromoso. It makes superhumans—strong, agile, healing like Wolverine—but evil hearts turn monstrous, spreading the virus. Good hearts? Pure superhuman."
Jessica, shocked, gasped, "Don’t use it on humans here—I don’t want monsters in Elysium!"
Raja smiled, kissing her deeply. "You think your king’s sloppy? I, Rudra D. Raja Kumara, with intellect blessed by Almighty BOB of the Omniverse, will perfect this serum."
Jessica chuckled, "Yes, my Shadow King, nobody outshines you." She massaged his "pole," kissing him fiercely.
Raja spent a full day in Elysium’s labs, tweaking chromoso 24, eliminating the monster flaw.
He administered the perfected serum to Jessica’s secretary, her body evolved as she beca superhuman—stronger, faster, sexier and healing factor.
The secretary bowed, whispering, "My god." Raja laughed, lifting her up, "I’m no Chinese protagonist," and kissed her, sealing his triumph.
To Be Continued...
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