Mass release In honour to the support {1/10}
General Kurtly's eyes darted left and right as his footsteps echoed against the cold stone walls of the passageway. A biting chill filled the air, and every breath he took felt like inhaling shards of ice. His throat tightened as the lump lodged there swelled with every agonizing step, his breath growing more ragged by the second.
He was no stranger to fear, but the overwhelming dread that engulfed him now was unlike anything he had ever experienced.
His once imposing figure now felt small, weak. Stripped of his powers and strength by the concoction Hendricks had forced upon him, he had been left to starve for days. Blindfolded for most of his captivity, he had no idea where he was being led, but as the blindfold had been ripped from his eyes, the truth struck him like a hamr to the chest.
The stench of blood, thick and tallic, filled his nostrils, almost choking him. His gut twisted violently as his mind scread the truth he wished weren't real: this was a slaughterhouse.
Kurtly swallowed hard, the taste of bile rising in his throat as panic surged through him. "H-Hendricks... I beg of you," he stamred, his voice cracking, betraying the fear clawing at his insides. "I can still be of use... I can help with whatever mission you're planning."
But even as he spoke, Kurtly knew it was futile. The air hung heavy with finality, and Hendricks' silence cut deeper than any blade.
Hendricks walked ahead, his boots making a rhythmic click against the floor, a stark contrast to the frantic, erratic shuffle of Kurtly's own steps. His back straight, posture calm, Hendricks didn't bother turning around. "Funny," Hendricks finally muttered, his voice icy, "when you tortured people, it was amusing to you. But now that the tables are turned... it's suddenly terrifying."
Kurtly's heart dropped. The cold realization of his fate hit him like a freight train. His mouth opened, but no words ca out. His body trembled uncontrollably, drenched in the stench of his own fear.
Hendricks ca to a stop in front of a massive tallic door, its surface covered with dried blood and gri, the pungent sll of decay wafting from it. He knocked three tis, his knuckles tapping against the door in a slow, deliberate rhythm. For a mont, everything seed to stand still, the silence pressing down on Kurtly until he felt like he might suffocate under its weight.
The door swung open with a loud creak, and Kurtly's heart nearly stopped as his eyes fell upon the towering figure that stood before them. A monstrous Fatek, with two grotesque heads sitting atop its shoulders, glared down at him. Its brutish face was a tapestry of scars, its muscles bulging beneath thick, leathery skin.
The creature exuded raw, primal power, and the bloodlust in its eyes sent shivers down Kurtly's spine.
"Is this the powerful hunter you promised ?" the Fatek's voice was a deep, guttural growl that reverberated through the walls.
Hendricks flashed a wicked grin, "Middle-aged, fat-brained, and full of vitamins. He hasn't had a drop of ale for weeks, and best of all, I'd say he's loaded with protein." Hendricks winked, his attempt at humor falling flat in the oppressive atmosphere.
Kurtly's body stiffened in terror. His skin had gone pale, and sweat poured down his face. His knees buckled as the Fatek's hand, as large as a boulder, reached out and grabbed him by the torso, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. The crushing force of its grip sent a series of sharp, agonizing cracks through Kurtly's body as his bones splintered.
He wanted to scream, to plead, but the breath was knocked from his lungs as the Fatek turned and carried him further into the darkened room. The walls were lined with jagged tal, the floors slick with a dark, unidentifiable liquid. In the center of the room lood a massive, grotesque creature—an ant-like monstrosity, its exoskeleton a slick, tallic sheen.
It hunched over a cluster of eggs, its maw clicking nacingly as it tended to its brood.
Kurtly's mind raced, his thoughts a chaotic jumble of disbelief and horror. What kind of nightmare had he been dragged into? His eyes darted around the room, desperate for an escape, but there was none. No salvation. No rcy.
The Fatek boss approached the creature and tossed Kurtly to the ground like a discarded rag doll. His body hit the floor with a sickening thud, his limbs limp and useless. Pain shot through him in waves, but it was nothing compared to the terror that gripped him as the monstrous creature—the "Mother Cell"—turned its attention to him.
Kurtly's heart pounded in his chest as the creature began its slow approach, its eyes—if they could be called eyes—glowing with a sickly, malevolent light. It lood over him, and as its jaws began to open, revealing rows of jagged, bloodstained teeth, Kurtly's last shred of composure crumbled.
"NO! NO, PLEASE!" he scread, his voice hoarse and filled with raw, unfiltered terror. "Hendricks! Please! I beg you! I can still be useful!
Don't do this!"
His pleas fell on deaf ears. Hendricks watched from the doorway, his face a mask of indifference, his arms crossed as if he were rely observing so mundane event. "Eat up, Mother Cell," the Fatek boss growled, his voice heavy with satisfaction.
The Mother Cell wasted no ti. It lunged at Kurtly with frightening speed, its jaws closing around his midsection. The sound of tearing flesh and snapping bone filled the room, mingling with Kurtly's agonized screams as the creature began to consu him piece by piece.
"AAAAAGGGHHHHHHHH!" His cries echoed off the cold, unforgiving walls, growing weaker with each passing second. The grotesque monster tore into him, its fangs sinking deeper, and within monts, the screams faded into gurgling gasps.
Hendricks turned away, his face twisted into a sneer. "Is that enough?" he asked, his voice cool and detached, as though the horrific scene he had just witnessed was nothing more than a fleeting inconvenience.
The Fatek boss, his hunger barely sated, grunted in approval. His two heads swiveled in unison, eyeing Hendricks with a simring resentnt. For a brief, dangerous mont, it seed as though the Fatek might leap at Hendricks and devour him as well.
But the tension was abruptly shattered as the door swung open violently, revealing Rowin, Mimiko, and Sekht entering with an air of purpose. Rowin waved jauntily, his grin brimming with an unsettling zeal. "Easy there, Fatek! Don't go eyeing the boss like that, or we might just shut down your precious cell program tonight."
The Fatek boss growled in frustration but turned away, his eyes narrowing as he glanced back at the Mother Cell. 'Filthy humans... soon enough, none of you will be the ones smiling.'
Mimiko chuckled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Be happy, idiot. We brought you sothing even better. The blood of a god. Sekht."
The Fatek's eyes lit up with a twisted hunger at the ntion of a god candidate. His mind whirled with the possibilities, the ancient tales of godly beings coursing through his mind. "Sekht?" he muttered. 'If I can have him, the Mother Cell will be unstoppable.'
Hendricks' sense of foreboding deepened, an instinctual fear clawing at his mind as he studied Sekht's reaction. "So... you are a god candidate?" Hendricks' voice trembled slightly, betraying the unease he felt in the presence of such overwhelming power.
Sekht's eyes darkened, his previously calm deanor shifting into sothing far more dangerous. His normally pale face drained further, his expression freezing like a statue. It was as if the re utterance of those words had awakened sothing ancient and terrifying within him. This was no ordinary reaction—it was the response of soone who had seen more than a mortal mind could fathom.
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How did Hendricks even know that title? A human from this realm should have no knowledge of such things.
"I see," Hendricks said, trying to mask his fear with a feigned confidence. When Sekht didn't respond, he nervously continued, "Might you know the candidate that possesses the Infinite Gods System?"
The mont the question left Hendricks' lips, he regretted it. The air around them thickened, becoming suffocating. The oppressive weight of Sekht's killing intent filled the room, crushing everything under its force. The very walls seed to vibrate, trembling under the intensity of Sekht's aura. Hendricks gasped, his body instinctively recoiling as if he'd just stepped into the lair of a beast.
'I managed to piss him off so quickly,' Hendricks thought, panic surging through his veins.
Sekht's voice was a low, nacing growl. "Are you after the reward as well? The System that devours all? If so, then you are my enemy."
Every word dripped with a promise of death, sending shivers down Hendricks' spine. Anyone who dared to answer 'yes' would be signing their own death warrant, facing off against a being with powers beyond comprehension. Hendricks gulped, desperately trying to maintain composure. "N-not at all. I just want to kill the user of the system, that's all.
I don't care for the system itself." He forced a smile, the terror he felt painfully obvious. "I only wanted to know the user's na."
Sekht, watching Hendricks' feeble attempt at reassurance, remained silent, his eyes piercing straight through him. The killing intent simred, but Hendricks could feel the unspoken threat hanging in the air. Sekht's gaze lingered, evaluating him, calculating whether to crush him where he stood.
After a mont, as if deeming Hendricks unworthy of his wrath, Sekht released a fraction of the suffocating aura.
Hendricks gasped for breath, the release of pressure so sudden it was dizzying. His knees almost buckled beneath him as the thick atmosphere began to clear. Even Hendricks hadn't realized how much the oppressive energy had affected him until it dissipated.
"The user of this system is the one called Axel," Sekht finally said, his voice cold and indifferent, as though rely ntioning Axel was beneath him. "Where can I find him?"
Hendricks nodded, trying to regain his composure, but his thoughts raced. 'Axel... so he's the one.' A twisted grin slowly spread across Hendricks' face. "So he is Axel, in that case, I don't need you anymore."
Bowing slightly, Hendricks' eyes glead with dark satisfaction. "You just gave the final piece I've been looking for. The identity of the system user... this is truly fate."
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