[3RD POV INITIALLIZE]
[5 hours before the harvest season]
"Lip to lip," she whispered, gently brushing her fingers against his thigh, covered by black trousers. Their tongues overlapped, dancing together in a passionate kiss. Lost in their desire, their saliva painted each other's mouths.
His left hand eagerly explored beneath the black fabric, groping her breast. With a sense of urgency, he undressed her upper half, using both hands to caress her breasts as he moved to kiss her neck.
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, her hand moving...
"Please, don't be too aggressive. Your wife outside might hear," the woman in the black dress, partially exposed with a peach-colored nipple, teased.
Her long red hair cascaded over his working desk as the older man indulged in her body. She stifled her moans, not wanting anyone outside of the office to know about their affair.
After all, she was his secretary, and he was her boss. Their secret affair had been ongoing for nearly three years.
The man, in his fifties but still muscular, responded with a sinister voice, "My wife? She is nothing but a pawn, a mask to hide my true self from the public." He continued, a wicked smile forming on his lips, "Let the real game begin."
As he reached for his belt, ready to consummate their desires, the office door shattered into pieces. The woman in the black dress quickly pushed the old man away, pulling up her dress to conceal her exposed nipple, and retreating to the corner of the room.
Despite her usual calm and collected demeanor, she now felt timid and vulnerable.
"Who dares to invade the office of the world government?" The old man quickly adjusted his belt and shouted.
To his surprise, he saw a young boy wearing a white mask with a golden sun cross emblem on the forehead.
"You! Number 9 from the 10 High," the old man said in disbelief.
The realization dawned on the old man, and he swallowed his saliva, knowing that the boy in front of him could turn his body into a meatball in an instant. He quickly tried to compose himself and said, "One of the 10 High has come personally to visit me. What is the problem?"
Number 9 spoke in a distorted tone, "We no longer need the president of the world government. I will take over your place, Mr. Xiong Xin. It is time for you to resign or die!"
The most powerful man in politics looked shocked and utterly disbelieving. Words couldn't describe the emotions he felt at that moment. Xiong Xin, the current president, was on top of the world just moments ago. Now, he felt like a directionless ant, losing his colony and queen. Death seemed to be the only thing awaiting him - a meaningless life.
Xiong Xin breathed heavily and sweat poured down his face, knowing there was nothing he could do. But then he looked at his wife, who stood outside, smiling at him and giving him the middle finger. She was embracing another young and high-ranking commander.
Now he knew. Both of them had betrayed him and allowed Number 9 to enter his office, even though he had advised them to say that he wasn't at the White House today.
"Rose, I have given you everything. Why do you betray me?" he said to his wife.
It was hypocritical of him to accuse his wife of cheating on him when just moments ago, he was about to ignite a flame of passion with his secretary. Then, he shifted his attention to one of his closest underlings, the person he had trusted the most.
"I gave you the position to command millions of men, and you turned your back on me?" Xiong Xin directed his words toward the young high-ranking commander.
The commander smirked and replied, "Old man, while you were playing with your secretary, I had a sweet time with your wife."
Number 9 had grown tired of the drama. He contemplated killing all of them at that moment, but unlike the other members of the 10 High, Number 9 had a pure heart. However, that didn't mean the young boy wasn't ruthless.
Xiong Xin's wife finally raised her voice, "You allowed your friends to rape me while you watched and laughed. How dare you talk about giving me everything?"
The old man didn't respond. He looked down, consumed by guilt. But when he looked up, he saw a massive four-legged monster made of black and red slime, with multiple melting faces emerging from its body, all calling his name.
He recognized this monster as one of Number 9's pets. Once unleashed, it would trap the person inside and keep them alive as their skin melted, but their organs still intact and functioning.
Xiong Xin immediately tried to run away. He pressed the emergency button underneath his desk, causing the floor below him to split apart, revealing an escape route to a secure location. His ego and pride wouldn't allow him to ask for forgiveness, so running away was his only choice.
What he didn't know was that the slime monster's body could extend its parts for several meters in a quick acceleration, almost at the speed of sound.
"Kill him, Meshing," Number 9 commanded in a distorted voice emanating from underneath his mask.
Responding to his command, the slime monster extended one of its appendages like a hand, reaching to grab Xiong Xin's head and pulling him into its body. His body began to melt immediately as he screamed in agony.
The inside of the slime monster was like boiling lava, but it also contained elements that kept the organs of its victims working forever. So, even now, Xiong Xin has become a part of the slime, screaming in eternal agony alongside its dozen other victims.
His wife was shocked, despite witnessing her wicked husband receiving his deserved punishment. His face remained alive, yet almost unrecognizable as it slowly melted to become one with the slime.
Number 9 turned to the young commander and asked, "What is your name?"
Nervously, the commander responded with a stutter, "Yes, sir. My name is Fevaro."
Number 9 commanded, "This is my command. I need some criminals from the E-Tier to S-Tier prisons to become my puppets and carry out the harvest season."
Fevaro saluted and immediately set the plan in motion. He knew that the 10 High held absolute authority over the solar system. Even the Moon Federation would think twice before going against them.
Two hours later, Number 9 boarded a spaceship filled with soldiers and supplies. The spaceship soared above the endless ocean until it reached a towering structure that pointed towards the red sky. Three giant floating islands orbited around the tower.
The medium-sized admiral spaceship was 1000 meters long and 200 meters wide, with a long and angular shape resembling a pen.
Accompanying the spaceship were hundreds of flying cruisers and two other medium-sized general spaceships, slightly smaller than the admiral spaceship.
Their destination was the tower known as the Unbreakable Chain, where tens of thousands of criminals could not even dream of escape. The spaceship landed on one of the islands, which was approximately 20 kilometers in size and hovered about two kilometers away from the white tower.
Hundreds of soldiers in black jackets and helmets stood tall in two rows, saluting with respect as Number 9 and Fevaro exited the spaceship.
Thirty minutes ago, the general of this facility received an order from the White House, located in the Elite Sanctuary. His mission was to gather all the prisoners and place them on one island. At first, he thought it was an impossible task, but he managed to accomplish it in just under 10 minutes.
Number 9 and Fevaro then boarded another cruiser with the general of the facility to reach another island filled with prisoners. As he observed from the holographic display, Number 9 could see that violence had broken out among the prisoners and many lives had already been lost on this island.
"Yes, this is exactly what I want. Their low narrative energy will make them great puppets," he said excitedly.
The general of the facility, an old man wearing a white coat and hat, asked, "Sir, what do you plan to do with all of these prisoners? They are very dangerous."
Fevaro immediately shot an angry look at the old general, silently warning him to stay quiet or risk both of their lives.
"We will send them to Mars and the Moon Federation," Number 9 replied with a giggle.
The two men beside him looked at him in shock. Suddenly, the young boy disappeared from the cruiser and appeared to be levitating above the island. Many prisoners in red uniforms stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky in confusion.
They had never seen a person fly before, but then something flashed in the sky above them. A giant black spell materialized out of thin air and gradually grew larger, swirling above them. Black particles descended from the spell like rain upon the prisoners.
[Curse system: Narrative Descend Domain - "Slave of Inferno"]
Those who came into contact with the black particles felt their skin burn, and their bodies transformed into lizard-like beings. Even their faces and arms changed to resemble those of humanoid lizards.
In just a few minutes, every prisoner had become a humanoid lizard. They looked up at the sky as if gazing at their god and kneeled in respect.
From within the cruiser, Fevaro spoke in disbelief as he witnessed the full power of the 10 High.
"So, this is the power that has ruled humanity for thousands of years?"
Suddenly, a young boy with a white mask manifested from thin air, formed by black particles.
"Let us begin our invasion of the Moon and Mars," Number 9 said in his distorted voice.
*
[3 hours before the harvest season]
In a grand golden hall, a person sat on a throne made of gold. His face was concealed by a black mask adorned with a golden sun cross emblem on the forehead.
Sitting cross-legged, the person unleashed a commanding presence that held sway over every person in the world, except perhaps one.
Among his twelve knights, one wore a white mask with a silver sun cross emblem. She had long black hair and knelt before the person on the throne.
"Your Highness, it has been hundreds of years since I last saw you," she said.
The person on the throne responded, "I am no longer a king. Just call me Number 3 or Master."
At that moment, the girl felt her heartbeat quicken, knowing she had made a mistake. She knew her master wouldn't punish her, but she couldn't help but feel useless.
Sensing her guilt, the person on the throne sighed and asked, "Have you set the divine devices throughout the domes of Singa Sanctuary?"
The girl spoke quickly, "Yes, your high--" She paused, correcting herself, "Yes, master. I have sent our five brands, consisting of two million troops, ready to begin the harvest season. The teleportation devices have been placed throughout Singa Sanctuary, except in the Vibrant City."
"The Vibrant City does not matter. We only need to select the strongest rankers who survive before the divine judgment arrives. Remember to kill all the remaining weaklings, including children and women, and consume their narrative energy. There is no mercy. This is for the greater good," the person in the black mask, clad in golden armor, stood up and walked towards his knights.
In a distorted voice, he declared, "Let us begin our harvest season."
All twelve knights bowed to their master and responded, "Yes, my master."