Twilight fell over the African jungle as 6-year-old Aisha played outside her small hut. "One more game of tag before dinner!" she begged her older brother, Baba.
Baba laughed. "Alright, you're it!" He darted among the trees, Aisha chasing after. Leaves crunched underfoot as they weaved between towering trunks. This was Aisha's favorite part of the day, when the heat of the sun faded and shadows stretched long.
As the sky darkened to indigo, their mother Imani's voice called from their home. "Baba, Aisha! Come eat, the millet is ready."
Reluctantly, Aisha slowed her chase. "You're lucky dinner's ready, or I would have caught you for sure!" she teased Baba.
He ruffled her hair. "Maybe next time, little sister."
They walked back to the small cluster of huts that made up their village, home to about 120 people. Neighbors chatted outside as dusk fell, children helping cook evening meals over open fires. It was a peaceful routine, as it had always been in Aisha's memories.
But as she and Baba entered their hut, Mother- Imani's face was troubled.
'Why has husband not returned after hunting?'
As Aisha, Baba and Imani ate, sounds of confusion rose from the village. They rushed outside to a scene of chaos.
Large jeeps surrounded the huts, headlights blinding in the dark. Men in black uniforms and gas masks were throwing canisters that billowed thick vapor.
Villagers clutched at their throats, collapsing as the gas spread. "Run!" Imani cried, but the fumes were too quick.
Aisha's eyes watered; her small body crumpled to the dirt. The last thing she saw was Baba reaching for her before darkness took hold.
Slowly, awareness returned. A white ceiling swam into focus above her. Aisha tried to sit up but found her arms bound. Panic seized her small form.
She wasn't in the village - this place smelled of chemicals instead of woodsmoke. Harsh lights glared down from high walls. Nearby lay other villagers, still unconscious on metal beds with restraints.
'Wait! W-where is Baba and Mother!?'
As Aisha's eyes darted around the sterile room, panic pulsed through her veins. The sight of her unconscious fellow villagers, each bound to their metal beds, sent a shiver down her spine. But amidst the fear, relief washed over her as she caught sight of her mother's familiar face in the first row of beds.
And just behind their mother, lay Baba, his usually animated features now serene in unconsciousness.
Aisha's breath hitched in her throat, but a small glimmer of reassurance settled within her. 'W-we are at least together!'
*Sssss...*
The metallic clang of the gate drew her gaze, and her breath caught in her throat as a towering figure stepped into the room. He was tall, with fiery red hair that seemed to gleam under the harsh lights of the lab. Dressed in a pristine white coat,
Their eyes met, and a smile spread across the man's lips, disarmingly charming yet unsettling in its intensity. "Oh, you're awake?" he said, his voice smooth as silk.
Aisha's heart raced as she struggled to find her voice. She had never seen someone so imposing, so... captivating.
For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the silence thick with tension. Then, with a graceful gesture, the man stepped forward, his gaze never leaving Aisha's. "You're going to be just fine, you should be happy, even though the effects of the gas should have still there you managed to wakeup, I think you will be fine after the experiment~ I have high hopes for you.." he said, his voice reassuring yet tinged with something darker.
"E-Epairement??" she muttered not knowing the meaning of the word to which the beautiful man chuckled.
"I mean I'll give you superpowers, " He said.
"S-Superpowers! Reaaally!?"
"Haha of course, but it's not your turn now,~"
The man approached the first bed of the row— her mother's bed! with a syringe in hand.
"B-Big brother.. what are you going to do with her..." She asked looking at the syringe. She knows that thing hurts as it hurts as hell whenever Uncle Uga treats her fever.
"M-Mother is not ill big brother!" She said.
The man raised his eyebrows, "Oh!? She is your mother huh,? Well, don't worry, Big bro here is gonna make her strong~"
"O..ok.." Aisha's throat constricted as he injected the liquid into her mother's arm, her body jerking involuntarily in response.
At first, Aisha dared to hope that her mother would awaken, that the strange liquid is just to make her conscious and if she is able to get powers then it is a good thing, right?
But—
"Gwwwaaak... Urrrk.. Ekk..."
Her mother's body convulsed violently, "B-Big brother! S-Stop! M-Mother.. What is happening!" blood seeping from her pores as her flesh began to dissolve before Aisha's horrified gaze.
"No! I don't want her to become powerful. Please! Please big brother!"
Her mother's body literally turned to liquid and pored from the bed...
"M.. Mo.."
"MOTHER! NO! Bring her back!" Aggg! Mother! Help her!"
Aisha's scream pierced the air, a guttural cry of anguish and disbelief. She struggled against her restraints, her small frame thrashing against the cold metal of her bed, but it was futile.
*Drip-Drip*
The man's voice cut through the chaos, his tone chillingly indifferent. "Ah, she wasn't able to adapt," he remarked casually as if commenting on the weather.
M...Mother...
Her mother was gone, taken from her in the blink of an eye by something beyond her comprehension.
'Help—' And as Aisha looked around the room, she saw that no one else had stirred from their slumber.
Aisha's chest heaved with terror as the man's once-charming facade crumbled before her eyes.
No longer did she see a handsome figure; instead, she saw a monster, a cruel being capable of unspeakable horrors.
She trembled with a mixture of fear and hatred, her fists clenched in impotent rage but the most powerful held the fear stat.
She wanted to kill this man for her mother but also wanted to run from this place and hide in her home...
"Sorry little girl.. it seems your mother wasn't willing to become a powerful role modal for her daughter~ heh~" The devil said, "No, worries! On to next"
Then — a chill ran down her spine as she noticed that the man was now in front of the 2nd bed—her brother's bed!
"P..Please," she begged, her voice quivering with desperation. "Not him. He's my brother, please..."
"Is that so.."
The man's eyes gleamed with malicious amusement as he regarded her, relishing in her torment.
"Why. Do you love your brother?" He asked.
"...Yes.. Please.. d-don't.. I don't want.."
A devilish grin spread across the man's lips.
"Let's play a game to find out how much you love him, shall we?" He looked at her creepily.
"Keke~ It's really simple~ Would you like to change places with your brother?" he taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic glee.
'F..Father.. please.. where are you..' Her heart sank, the words hammered in her chest. She has seen how her mother turned to a... but brother...
With trembling hands and a voice thick with emotion, Aisha nodded her head.
She knew the risks and knew that she was placing herself in grave danger. But she would do whatever it took to protect her family, to save her brother from the same fate that had befallen their mother... and the man said that she had a great chance to survive this e..epeairehment.. right?
The man's expression twisted in surprise.
with a cold laugh, he motioned for Aisha to approach.
"As you wish," he sneered,
With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Aisha steeled herself for what lay ahead.
—to fight for her family, for her village, for her brother Baba who she wanted to marry after growing up.
As the man began to approach, each of his heavy footsteps caused a shudder to run through Aisha's body.
She froze in place,
she was unable to move or escape from this looming threat. His face was twisted into an unnerving smile that momentarily masked the horrifying nature of the man.
If she didn't know better, Aisha might have mistaken him for a kind and gentle soul.
But then he stood right in front of her, his presence overwhelming and menacing. In a mocking gesture, he reached out and gently patted her forehead, as if trying to soothe her fears. "Shh... Don't worry," he whispered in a sinister tone. "It won't hurt, I promise." He wiped away her tears.
He genuinely looked like he meant those words but—"Agg!"
But then Aisha felt the prick of the needle as he injected the syrum into her trembling body. The pain was intense, like fire coursing through her veins.
"No.. Uggg.. kstup.. stop… Ple.. ple.. I don't.. "She cried out in panic as every muscle in her body tensed and shook uncontrollably under the effects of the drug.
"Ugk! I.. Pl.. It hur…tz.. " It was a nightmare come to life, and Aisha could do nothing but endure it.
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Azaroth looked at Aisha, he had done this kind of work with several specimens the day before yesterday, that time he was with Miss Kim, but when the torture started Miss Kim had become pale and had vomited a lot, that's why he was doing this all alone.
Well, he is sure this serum can yield results as it is the upgraded version of the previous one.
The girl was odd, different from the other specimens.
She should have been in a deep sleep, but she woke up despite receiving a powerful drug that was supposed to keep her unconscious for 56 hours.
Azaroth was convinced that Aisha would excel in their experiment.
As he observed her body, it seemed to be responding well to the serum - she was growing taller and her muscles were becoming more defined.
Unlike the previous subjects, she did not dissolve into liquid and die. Azaroth's smile widened as he looked at her with admiration.
But then her body stopped shaking..
Huh.. Is it a success..?
Her body convulses one last time, then falls still in a lifeless heap.
Did she really manage to awaken—
*Boom*
What the fuck!
The deafening explosion rocks the room as Azaroth's nano technology creates a plasma shield in front of him, protecting him from the incoming 'things'.
As he cautiously opened his eyes - blood and entrails splattered across the transparent shield's surface.
The whole white room was splashed with blood.
The experiment failed!
His mood grew dark and he let out a string of curses under his breath, the weight of the situation bearing down on him.
*Fusss..*
Suddenly, the gate of the room opened and Miss Kim hurried in, her face paling at the chaotic state of the room.
"Ek! S-sorry" She quickly covered her mouth with her hand before informing him that Mr. Mike and the nurse had arrived and they had moved her to the adjacent room.
"Ah, alright."
A flicker of relief crossed his face as he strode towards the door, the tiny nanobot spiders already beginning to clean up the mess of blood and guts in the stark white room
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Not so handsome now, right little girl? Kekekek
Thanks for reading... now I'm gonna go and sleep.
I'm not gonna ask for powerstones from now on as I don't get them. 👍
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It was 12:15 AM midnight in Seoul as Azaroth glanced at the clock, noting it had only been 45 minutes since he sent out the request and the nurse, Yoora, had been abducted within just 45 minutes. An amused smirk formed - they worked swiftly indeed.
....
In another part of the world,
California, USA, 8 AM
"Haa, since Lucas' boy has gained the public favor, these bunch of mobs has started trolling my Guild on all social media..."
A muscular black man grumbled, bathing in a luxurious bathroom. . This man is Anthony Evans Blake, the Guild Master of the Berserkers Guild US.
Bzz Zszz
"Tsk.. the morning has just started.." As he hears his phone ring, he displays annoyance, sees the called is the Guild Accountant, and quickly picks up the call.
beep—"I told you not to disturb me before I reach the office.."
"*sigh* Just tell me is it the investors, I checked the market yesterday and the stocks were stable?"
he gruffly asks, clearly irritated by the interruption.
"G-Guild Master.. that's not the problem here.."
The voice on the other end sounds urgent and panicked.
Antony Blake's eyes narrowed, " Just out with it."
The person on the other side gulped loudly, "Guild Master, we are missing a-around 350... million dollars worth of funds f-from our offshore accounts,"
"What the Fuck!"
Antony Blake stood up abruptly from the tub, his shlong dangling in the air, wrapping a towel around himself as he processed the shocking news.
"Are you really sure? How could... from the.. is it the other guilds.. or is it the Association...? Who else knows about it?"
"I-I just placed an order for the Tempt artifacts of Russia but when I tried to transfer funds from those untraceable accounts, I saw that all our 1 million chain accounts were 350 dollars short," he replies, and adds" After finding out I naturally called you first... w-what is happening sir..?"
Temp Artifacts- The artifacts of the deceased hunters who died inside the Gate or the S-rank gate break on other countries.
Naturally, if the hunter was affiliated with a Guild then those artifacts go to that Guild but if the hunter was an individual hunter or if the whole guild was annihilated then the artifacts and the mana stones belong to the Hunter Association of that respective country.
But it seemed that they were buying the artifacts secretly of the Dawn Guild after their demise at the hands of the Federation Guild.
Antony nodded, 'I'm the first to know then' his mind racing through the potential implications of such a breach. "Good. Make sure the news doesn't leak," he instructed firmly. "I'm heading to HQ right now. Call the IT team and have Oliver's team there immediately."
Oliver- The best researcher and hacker of the US Hunter Association who can help Antony track down this hacker without informing the Association as long as he gets a small cut.
With that, Antony Blake swiftly ended the call and started dressing up.
The money wasn't a problem.. it's the Association and other Guilds who should not know about the Berserkers' illegal transactions with the Russian Federation.
.
It seemed from the offshore illegal Accounts Azaroth had targeted for the Billion dollars, that he had gotten 350 million from the Berserkers.
But is it really Azaroth's fault? Who told the Berserkers to have so many offshore accounts?
.
.
.
'Mhm..'
The room was cold and dark, and Yoora slowly opened her eyes.
As her vision adjusted to the dim light, she realized she was bound tightly by ropes, with tape covering her mouth."Hmmm.. Ummm"
"Hummlp(help).. Umm.."
Panic and fear gripped her as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.
The space around her was unfamiliar—a dark corner of a room, illuminated only by a faint glimmer of blue lights coming from the corners of the door.
'W-Where Am I!?'
She moved her hands and body frantically, trying to lose the ropes on her hand and legs, still trying to remember how she had gotten in this place.
'Ah! It wasn't a dream!!' She winced as she recalled the events that led to this terrifying situation.
Just moments ago, she had been walking home after finishing her late shift at the hospital. A call from her mother had turned into a frantic conversation, abruptly cut short by the sudden arrival of a black SUV and masked people...
Memories of being forcefully taken, her phone smashed, and.. and.. I can't remember what happened after that...
Yoora's thoughts raced with questions—Who were these people? Why had they abducted her? Where were they keeping her? Did a family who felt disrespected by her rejection of a marriage proposal or today's family to which she didn't even bother to meet and chose to work late have a hand in this?
'C-Calm down Yoora.. I'm not that good-looking or wealthy and I don't think those upper-middle-class families would try something like this.. Maybe the kidnappers have mistaken me for someone else..? I was in the White Tiger Guild's territory.. the security of that area is also good.. maybe someone noticed the screeching of that SUV? Maybe Mom has already reported and someone is coming to rescue me..'
Yoora calmed herself down, 'Yeah, I-I just need to wait..'
But—
Someone doing this kind of thing in that territory..
Must not have a simple background.
I am just a small nurse..
W-would they K.. kill me after finding out that they mistakenly kidnapped me?
Yoora's heart sank as she realized the gravity of her situation.
Suddenly, she heard a buzz and the lights flicked on brighter, illuminating her grim surroundings. "E-Ek!"
Her heart stopped as heavy footsteps approached the door.
The door which looked like the doors on the lift opened slowly with a *fusss...* ominously.
'Ah! The kidnappers are here!'
Too scared to look, Yoora squeezed her eyes shut tighter, holding her breath and pretending to still be unconscious.
"Pfft! I know you're awake, little nurse. Your eyelids are twitching too much for someone who is unconscious, not to mention the sweat droplets on your forehead, the AC is on you see~" a young-sounding voice chuckled in amusement.
Yoora still not opening her eyes creased her brows, It was certainly not the type of cruel tone she was expecting from her kidnappers.
"Oh, I'm not here to hurt you miss.. I just couldn't help chuckling after seeing you. You looked too cute, you know?" The voice said and it was getting closer.
Yoora's heart was beating and her breathing was becoming heavier and heavier, she knew she couldn't pretend anymore. Taking a leap of faith, Yoora slowly opened her eyes.
Before her stood a tall, handsome young man with styled, shiny red hair and a curious gaze but what subconsciously eased her breathing was the kind and gentle smile this man showed.
Yup, this man was Azaroth.
The man who had practically experimented on a small girl and her mother, seeing a gruesome show of guts going Ka-Boom.. and here he was smiling like an angel like all that didn't happen just 5 minutes ago.
"Relax, I'm here to save you," the man squatted down to Yoora's level and gave her a gentle, angelic smile. His red hair fell loosely around his kind face.
Yoora's eyes slightly widened looking at his face from up close.
Ah!
In that moment, Yoora recalled where she had seen him before - on countless news broadcasts. This is Azaroth Morningstar, being hailed as Korea's new hope!
"Umm.. Humm.."
Tears spilled down her cheeks as relief flooded through her. She had thought for the worst possibility and was so afraid after hearing the footsteps. But it was this kind youngster that came to help her!
"Ah! I was so mesmerized by your watery eyes that I didn't even pay attention to this.. "
Azaroth's smile turned apologetic as he saw Yoora's distress. With the utmost care, he peeled the tape away from her beautiful raw, plump, juicy, mesmerizing, saliva-bathed lips...
"By the way, I'm Azaroth and It's all right now, you're in 'safe' hands," he soothed her hair as he said in a calming tone.
Yoora hiccuped, overcome with emotion. "T-thank you for c-coming.. *Hic* Mr. A-Azaroth. I-I didn't k-know what would I have done.. *Sob* I never e-expected that you would come to save m-me... p-please, I- I want to go home.."
"Oh, you want to go home..? Yes, but you have to wait for some procedures before that, kay~?"
Yoora simply nodded thinking he had to inform the authorities or something, she was filled with emotions. Any simple girl would if someday 4 men came at night and abducted her.
Caught up in the relief of being rescued, Yoora had temporarily forgotten to question how or why Azaroth Morningstar himself had undertaken her rescue personally.
As her panic and tears started to subside, logic slowly returned. An S-ranker of Azaroth's caliber - why would he care about saving a simple nurse like herself?
Angry that someone had done something like this on his territory? But it is the territory of the White Tigers..
Yoora looked at Azaroth questioningly. "Aza—I mean, Mr. Azaroth.. N-not that I'm n-not grateful, but...why did y-you come for me s-specifically? I'm n-nobody important— ugh"
She slightly groaned by the friction of the ropes on her hands.
Azaroth looked at her slightly loosened ropes and... tightened them!
"Ugh, M-Mr. Azaroth!?"
Azaroth merely smiled enigmatically. "Oh you are important silly~ " He tilted his head " So? should we discuss the procedures?"
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"Heh, it will be done. I didn't expect someone to play with The Berserkers like this heh," A man with a toothpick in his mouth said. His name was Oliver.
"I didn't either! Haha, I don't think that noobie even knew those funds belonged to us! Heh, I'm thinking what kind of face he will make after seeing me kill him for this!" Antony Blake said while lighting a cigar.
Many men were seen working in a high-tech room with a lot of computers and a big screen placed on a wall.
"Yeah yeah, My team will find his IP address in no time. Based on the foolish act he did, I'm sure he is new in this business."
"Sir Oliver! Looks like he tried binding his address with a virus. Heh, fucker thought it would be enough."
"Lol"
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*processing* 0->10->48->..
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*processing*69->80->87->...
K̽̓̑;̳̪̲͋ͭ̄@͕̑́͛̂̚#̗̻͕͇͋̆m̮̹̪͆͌̚a̺̱z̙͖͚̒ͭä̙͖̒̔́ͬ6̦̀̆ͫ̇0͔̱̠̀@@̫̽̉̚1̠̿ͬ́̋!̈̀
*Processing*
"Sir we have nearly solved the encrypted puzzle."
"Heh, guess that hacker didn't think anyone would be able to track him" Another one shouted.
"Haha, do it quickly, I can't hold myself anymore! I'll kill that fucker!"
"Yes sir. it's done, we have his IP Address—"
*Silence*
"What is it?" Oliver asked his man but shut his mouth after seeing the screen.
"Hey, what, tell me already!" Antony shouted.
"Ah... i-it's.."
He pushed Oliver and the man aside and looked at the screen.
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Kͪͯḭ̟̿͆s͖̦s͉ͦ ̱͓͉̅̊ͪ̉̑M͈̒͆̏ͭ͌y͇̮̱ͬ͊̐͐ͅ ̲̖̤̤ͯ̔͂Aͩ̄̅̍̐s͓̖̓̑s̭ͫ͗͐͊
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"K..kiss my ass..? KISS MY ASS! This fucker!! Find him or I'm going to kill you all!"
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A/N: Snu Snu in the next chapter.
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