The world had fundantally changed in the three months following the fall of the Union. Royal was no longer just a company or a faction—it was the world’s nervous system. Deep beneath the headquarters, five kiloters under the bedrock, the twenty-four extracted nodes humd with a terrifying, rhythmic pulse. They were the heart of Royal’s mid-range jump platform, a trump card that made distance an obsolete concept.
With Crul’s nodes deployed in black boxes across every continent, there was nowhere left to hide. The "Worm Queen" had grown bloated and divine, fed on a steady diet of Ethan’s secret enemies. Every remnant of the old regi, every pocket of resistance that dared to whisper a word of rebellion, was t with a nightmare. The Queen’s children would swarm out of the shadows, turning dissent into a feast.
Because of this constant harvest, the production of Sacred Worm Nectar had reached industrial scales. Ethan now commanded an army that defied logic: tens of millions of super-soldiers, each possessing high-tier bodily regeneration.
The planet had achieved a chilling perfection. The global cri rate sat at a literal 0%. Why steal when a digital eye watched your every heartbeat? Why fight when the punishnt was not a cell, but to be fed alive to the hive? It was a world of absolute order, governed by a god who preferred results over rcy.
The afternoon at Royal HQ was bathed in the warm glow of artificial sunlight. Ethan sat in his private lounge, the weight of a world on his shoulders feeling lighter than ever.
Lilly was draped over him, her innocence having long ago twisted into a playful, obsessive hunger. She was dressed in a sheer, frilled outfit that left nothing to the imagination, her legs wrapped tightly around Ethan’s waist as she ground her damp, pink pussy against his thigh.
"Master..." Lilly whispered, nipping at his earlobe while her hands road under his shirt. "Mama wants to repeat what we did last ti. It’s been far too long since you had both of us at once. Don’t you want to see her beg again? Let’s go find her..."
Ethan let out a low chuckle, his hand sliding up to grip her hair gently, tilting her head back. He was about to give in to the temptation when the atmosphere in the room shifted.
BIP... BIP... BIP...
It wasn’t the frantic, continuous wail of a standard alarm. It was a rhythmic, heavy pulse—a signal reserved for high-level existential threats.
Ethan’s eyes snapped to the wall. "Lilly, get off. Sothing’s wrong."
"But Master—"
"Now!" Ethan commanded, his aura flaring.
Lilly scrambled back, shivering as the air grew cold. The massive screen in the lounge flickered to life, bypassing all security protocols. A holographic map of the Earth appeared, but it was covered in pulsing crimson dots. Spain, Australia, South Arica, the heart of North Arica, Africa—no continent was spared.
"Crul, report!" Ethan shouted. "What the hell am I looking at?"
[High-concentration energy signatures detected globally, Master, ]] Crul’s voice was devoid of its usual wit, replaced by a sharp, tactical clarity. [[ The ’Do’ is being bypassed. These are not atmospheric anomalies.]
The screen zood in on a signature over the Atlantic. A tear in the sky, crackling with a sickly, iridescent energy that made the very air look like it was bruising.
[The Outsiders have arrived, ]] Crul announced. [[ We are recording over 250 high-level energy signatures currently entering the terrestrial biosphere. This is not a scouting party, Ethan. This is an invasion.]
Ethan stared at the map, his Athyst blood beginning to boil with a mix of anticipation and cold fury. The cage had finally been breached.
"Every unit, to your stations! Combat formation OGA! Now!!" Ethan’s roar wasn’t just heard over the comms; it was felt through the psychic link of the Worm Queen, vibrating in the marrow of ten million soldiers.
Ethan didn’t wait for the elevator. He pivoted and threw himself through the reinforced glass of his penthouse. The air shrieked as he accelerated, his body tearing through the sound barrier. Within seconds, he was a streak of violet light moving at Mach 5, cutting a path through the sky toward the nearest landing site.
Five energy signatures were clustered near the outskirts of the state. As Ethan decelerated, the sonic boom of his arrival shattered the windows of nearby buildings.
He hovered in the air, looking down at them. There were five of them, dressed in ornate, dark red armor that seed to pulse with a life of its own. They looked relaxed, almost bored, as they surveyed the "primitive" landscape. When they noticed Ethan floating above them, their casual expressions shifted into confusion.
In their world, the laws of gravity were not so easily defied by inhabitants of a low-tier planet.
"Who are you? And why have you breached my domain?" Ethan’s voice was a low growl that caused the oxygen around him to crackle.
A young woman, her hair tied back in a severe braid, stepped forward. She floated upward toward him, though her movents were clunky compared to his fluid grace. She looked at Ethan not with fear, but with a condescending pity.
"Easy, local," she said, her voice smooth and practiced. "We are representatives of the Crimson Sect. We aren’t here to destroy your little world. We simply wish to speak with whoever is in charge. Take us to your leader, and we can ensure your transition into the new era is... painless."
Ethan almost hesitated, his mind weighing the possibility of a diplomatic opening. But then, Crul’s voice erupted in his mind, jagged and urgent.
[Master! It’s a ruse! The groups across the globe have initiated a total purge. Reports coming in from Australia, Spain, and Russia... our forces are being liquidated. Bajas in the thousands every second. They aren’t ’talking,’ Ethan. They are harvesting.]
The map in Ethan’s mind’s eye turned into a sea of dying signals. The peace he had built for three months was being torn apart while this woman smiled at his face.
Rage, cold and absolute, flooded Ethan’s veins. His athyst blood surged, his aura expanding until the very earth beneath the outsiders began to crumble.
"You dare to lie to this King?!" Ethan’s voice tore through the air like a thunderclap. "You and your pathetic ’Sect’ can go straight to fucking hell!!"
He simply lunged forward, his fist connecting with the air in front of the woman’s face.
BOOM.
The atmospheric pressure alone acted like a high-explosive shell. The young woman’s head vanished in a spray of crimson mist. Before the remaining four could even draw their weapons or raise their shields, Ethan moved like a blur of violet lightning.
A kick to the chest of the second man turned his red armor into shrapnel that pierced his own heart. A sweep of Ethan’s hand decapitated the third and fourth. The last one tried to scream, but Ethan’s hand closed around his throat, the pressure of his grip instantaneous.
With a sickening crunch, the fifth Outsider exploded into a gory ss of at and shattered red plate. Up until their final millisecond of existence, they never understood how a "primitive" could move faster than their own thoughts.
Ethan stood in the center of the carnage, his hands dripping with alien blood.
"Crul," he snarled, his eyes burning with a terrifying violet fire. "Forget the defense. Tell the Queen to release every child she has. We aren’t defending this world. We are going to hunt every single one of these bastards until the sky turns red."
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