DING!
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[You have displayed the ingenuity of a chanist!]
[You managed to create an epitaph for a woman despite lacking materials to leave a lasting mory of her life.]
[You have gained 34 Ascended Essence!]
[Ascended Counter: 860/1000]
...
[You have received a new Mission: Parasite]
>Eradicate the Zr gang and stop the slave trade.
[Mission Reward: Random]
(NOTE: Parasite is not just a person or a nickna, it’s a symbol. Eradicate the person, destroy the symbol, and root out the foundation called Parasite, and restore a semblance of sanity to community G.)
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Staring at the first half of the HUD screen, Leon revealed a self-deprecating smile. ’I don’t even know her na’.
His eyes were deep and dark as he walked back into the streets of community G.
Walking away from that grave, he felt rage erupting within him like a fla.
’Eradicate the Zr gang, huh?’ His lips curled up in a humorless smile. ’It’s my first week since awakening in this world and I’m already receiving missions to eradicate gangs’.
’Eradicating a gang... that sounds like an okay achievent for a first week, right?’ he grinned. ’Let’s do it’.
He didn’t even think about the reward of the System.
The mont he laid down that corpse in the pit that he dug and buried her, all hesitation and uncertainty left him. He finally found a tangible reason to anchor his determination and give his all for to bring down the Zr gang.
He walked into the darkness and the shadows swallowed him.
...
That sa night, inside the secret underground bunker of the Zr gang, Parasite hosted a visitor.
The leader of the Zr gang towered over the visitor like a giant.
Unlike when Brad ca to visit him, Parasite was not half-naked this ti. He wore black cargo pants with three different slots where he kept a kinetic pistol on one, and two different poisoned daggers on the others.
On his upper body, he wore a casual military-style forest green T-shirt. He wore an erald green loose techwear jacket with utility pockets, high-tech clips and straps over the T-shirt.
His predatory blood-red eyes were not exposed though.
This ti, he wore a pair of reflective aviator sunglasses that perfectly covered them, accentuating his style.
His long brown dreads fell to the side of his face, giving him a rugged and confident vibe.
Paired with the scar that cut through his forehead, his overall bearing scread peak masculinity.
He also wore the chain with the blood-red pendant.
Standing behind Parasite were his two right and left hands, Cell and Alexander Cain.
Tonight, Parasite didn’t put on the airs of a man lording over all of existence, neither did he force the visitor to call him Lord. This was because the visitor this ti is a little bit special.
"Finally, we et Mr. Representative". Parasite flashed a smile.
His visitor was a representative of the Omnicore Federation.
After dealing with him multiple tis remotely in highly successful slave trade deals and seeing that he delivered on his part, his secret sponsors were finally ready to invest more on him.
Within the past few months, they’ve supplied Parasite and his Zr gang a lot of things to help their growth and to better facilitate slave trades.
Finally, Parasite expanded enough and this gang leader wanted to conclude his first big business with a client.
This deal was too big to conclude remotely, afterall, it involved tens of thousands of Neo Credits and 500 slaves!
This was why this Mr. Representative visited the filthy Wastes for the first ti in his life.
Mr. Representative is a subordinate of Parasite’s sponsor, and this man was responsible for facilitating communication between Parasite and clients who are also in the slave trade business but in the other side of the world- the cities.
Mr. Representative is not a Geneform though, neither is he a Synth. He is an A.I Construct.
He had a humanoid chassis built from polished alloy plating over a visible sh of actuators and carbon-fiber musculature.
His cranial module- the head is sleek and streamlined with a luminous blue circuit ring embedded where a human ear would be.
This was a humanoid machine of polished tal and exposed wiring.
A.I Constructs exist in a lot of different synthetic bodies, so even look like Synths, but both races are inherently different.
While Synths are human consciousness who abandoned their weak human bodies to survive in synthetic bodies, A.I Constructs are pure digital lifeforms- literally a bunch of code that ca to life.
"You can call Mr. Representative Ben". This A.I Construct finally spoke as he looked at Parasite, then at the two Ascended standing behind him.
"Lead the way, show the goods". He said.
"Of course". Parasite turned and led the way through the long tallic corridor that was illuminated by bright blue and white lights.
It didn’t take long before they arrived in front of the first room.
Cell quietly took a step forward and opened the door, allowing Parasite and Mr. Representative Ben to look inside.
As soon as the door was opened, the darkness inside this room disappeared as bright white light illuminated inside.
Inside the room were dozens of slaves- mature Geneform won of different traits who were dressed in scanty clothing.
So of them had cat traits, others had dog traits, and a myriad of other traits. But one consistent fact about them was that every single one of them looked extrely attractive.
Unlike the average person in the Wastes, most of them looked chubby and were clearly well fed. They looked nothing like slaves, but the fear in their eyes was evident as soon as the light ca on.
This was not just fear, it was terror as they stared at the four humanoid silhouettes that appeared at the door.
Parasite grinned. "This is what we have to offer, fresh babes straight out of the oven. As you can see, each of them is well-fed. Their skin is supple, smooth, and soft- perfect for rich clients".
"I even had to pay for skincare for so of them". He chuckled. "Also, they’re very pain tolerant, so clients don’t have to be overly careful. They won’t break easily". He revealed a lewd smile that certain types of n understood.
Mr. Representative Ben’s eyes whirled, reflecting different colored lights as he observed the room like he was scanning each and every slave inside.
Then he nodded in satisfaction. "They’re all high-quality goods, good job".
Parasite’s grin widened. "It’s my job".
"Take to the next one".
"Of course".
Within the next few minutes, Parasite led the way as he showed Mr. Representative Ben one room after the other.
Most of them had beautiful and attractive mature female Geneforms like in the first room, but quite a number of them had a different variety of goods.
In these rooms, there were no beautiful mature Geneforms, but tiny and underage girls who had numb and terrified looks in their eyes.
"It’s not easy to fatten up these types," Parasite comnted. "They’re more fragile than the others, but I believe so clients like them like this".
Mr. Representative Ben didn’t comnt at first as he scanned the goods, then he nodded. "They’re high-quality goods". Finally, this A.I Construct revealed a smile. "Clients will pay a lot for them".
Parasite looked at the A.I Construct. "So, what’s do you say? Or like civilized n say," he grinned. "What’s the verdict?"
Mr. Representative Ben nodded. "Let’s finalize the deal".
Parasite flashed a big smile. "Of course".
About a minute later, in another room, Parasite picked a pen and signed the digital contract with his na.
[Parasite]
[Remuneration to be paid by Party A: 34,800 Neo Credits]
His smile widened as he looked at the A.I Construct who sat across him.
Mr. Representative Ben stood up and shook hands with the Warlord. "In 3 days, the buses will arrive to move the slaves".
"17,400 Neo Credits will be paid today. The rest of the money will be paid after the deal is concluded".
Parasite firmly shook the A.I Construct’s hand. "Of course, I trust Mr. A’s integrity to pay the balance".
After that, alongside Cell and Alexander Cain, he escorted the A.I Construct out of the underground bunker. Then he left on a military-grade truck.
Just like that, while people slept, a slave trade deal was concluded.
As soon as the truck left, Parasite flashed a big smile. "Our Zr gang took a big step forward this night. I think we should celebrate!"
"Hehe," Alexander Cain laughed. "Let’s drink to money!"
Cell quietly followed the duo as they returned underground.
And just like Parasite wished, in the underground bunker, the Zr gang had a grand banquet in the main hall of the bunker.
Parasite laughed. "Tonight, all of you can have any woman you want!"
The thugs cheered.
There was disco music, there was food, and there were more than enough won for the thugs of the Zr gang in attendance.
Alexander Cain had a blast while Cell watched quietly from the shadows.
As for Parasite, he sat in a high-back chair like the throne of a King at the front of this hall. He already devoured 10 bottles of beer.
At this mont, he sat laid-back on the high-back chair with both his hands wrapped around two voluptuous won who sat on his lap.
’This is the life!’ He thought in satisfaction.
His type of won? Parasite was not rigid.
’Heh, I like them in all forms,’ he grinned. ’Milfs, virgins, reserved, wild, petite and sexy, voluptuous and big, black, Caucasian, even young, innocent, and underaged, ahh...’ his snake-like tongue licked his lips. ’They all have their different flavors’.
’And I love all of them’.
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