[The Silent World] (Episode 11) plus a side story

Episode 11
I'm a shut-in, afraid of the complexities of the outside world, so I stay home, immersed in the online world.
One day, I suddenly woke up to find the online world had stopped. I stepped out of my room. The outside world had stopped too, I didn't
know why, I didn't know what the future held. I woke up five women in succession, and met a
pockmarked woman like myself, Cheng, though she didn't even know why she had become a part of this silent world. But I knew I
truly existed in this silent world. I decided not to back down anymore, to protect
those I had awakened, and to live well.
(How do you know they did it willingly?)
Zero's rebuttal was like a sledgehammer smashing into a large bronze bell. I was confused, bewildered.
I stood up and slowly walked towards where Oman and the others were lying. Oman, Xiaoyu, Xiaoyun, did you
serve me willingly? I shook the three sleeping or unconscious women vigorously, but there was no response.
What the hell? Why are Oman and the others keeping their eyes tightly closed, without any reaction? "Holy crap, could it
be a rollback?" A rollback?
Indeed, the first thought that popped into my head after realizing they weren't awake was a rollback. It felt like I'd
painstakingly leveled up in the online world for ages, only to have the company roll back, wiping out all my progress.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity about this thought, but the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if I was truly
in a game controlled by unknown creatures—no, in the real world. The mutation of Zero and One,
the strange behavior of the Ormens, their current unconsciousness, the countless people frozen in the city...
"What level am I now? Level 10? Level 20? Level 85 cap? Damn it!" I muttered to myself
.
(You scumbag, pervert, shameless. I won't let you get away with this.) One's curses
grew clearer as my thoughts shifted. Damn it, this is so annoying. Can't I block them? Am I not even allowed to open a blacklist at my current level
?
I stormed over to Zero and One. Damn, Zero had somehow moved to One's feet and
was using her teeth to untie the rope on One's left side. No wonder I couldn't hear Zero's voice. Those two lesbians are pretty clever!
A constant stream of curses prevented me from thinking clearly, delaying my discovery of their little actions. Zero's calm
response earlier made her current silence seem less abrupt. Too bad, they're driving me crazy
, I'm in a bad mood, otherwise I wouldn't have rushed over to find them.
I dragged Zero far away, found a long nylon rope, and retied them to the pillar in the market.
The urge to level up grew stronger, their curses echoing in my mind. I blurted out, seemingly to put
pressure on them, but more like to comfort myself
. Fuck, shut the hell up. So what if I fucked you all?
So what if I slept with a lot of women? In this world, I'm the only one with thoughts, who can speak, and who can move. Fucking you
is my privilege. You disagree? Go ahead and wake up those idiots yourselves.
You can't speak, you can't express your feelings, you don't even have your monthly periods like normal women—
can you even be considered human? In my eyes, I don't see you as NPCs, as tools for sexual gratification, as
high-class sex dolls. You should feel lucky.
At least I treated you awake as human beings, as people I could rely on. There are only three ways to wake you up,
and only I can use them. I can have sex with you, so why should I have to tear my own body apart and use countless amounts
of blood to save you? Even if I used blood instead of having sex with you, would you be alive when you woke up?
Damn, when you wake up, you're just moving puppets, just walking cunts that know how to take care of themselves.
Do I have to keep feeding you my blood before you'll have the ability to communicate? Why?!
(At this point, the protagonist still believes that constantly having sex with the awakened people is the only way to stimulate their ability to communicate
.)
(Method)
Even if I were willing to sacrifice myself, you'd still find it disgusting and then loathe me. Why
should I be an angel to satisfy your damn desires?
You should be grateful you even woke up. There are at least 300,000 to 400,000 people in the city; you should
be thankful you woke up and try to understand this strange world, instead of cursing and
crying here. Damn, you've been alive for three months, but what about a year, ten years? Are you really willing to
slowly rot in this stagnant state? To be crushed and destroyed by something that comes out of nowhere in this stagnant state?
You... "Damn it, do you know that hundreds, even thousands of people on Yanquan Avenue were crushed to pieces by a passing car
? Do you know that several people standing still in the West Street supermarket were carelessly thrown into the garbage heap? And you
still dare to curse, curse your mothers! You
always think you're beautiful, right? You always think all men are lustful and shameless, right? You always think everyone
should revolve around your little cunts, right? Let me tell you, I can come and fuck you anytime, I can leave you
here anytime. Since you're awake, you'll need to eat... eat, you'll need to poop, damn it,
I'm not going to care about you anymore, let's see what you do." (How do you know you're the only one who can wake up others?) Zero
said hesitantly.
(That's right, who said only you can wake up others? Maybe we can too, stop lying. You
scum.) One said excitedly.
Hehe, interesting. "Don't believe me? Okay. Let's do an experiment." I pulled out a glass dagger from the pile of clothes
and walked to Zero's side. The wound on Zero's left leg that I had bitten was slowly stopping bleeding
. I squatted down, looking at the wound.
(Scumbag, come at me if you dare, but don't touch Xiao Juan. If you dare touch him, I'll never let you go, even if I die.) My squatting
position was too good; I was right in front of Zero's genitals. Number One misunderstood and started cursing loudly.
(What do you want? Didn't you say you would treat us like human beings
? You, you, you treat people like this? Don't you have family? Don't you have sisters?) Zero was a little flustered and actually used
the words used to persuade a rapist to calm me down, which made me laugh.
I turned to look at Number One. "You fucking dare to swear again, and I'll use this to slash your little Juan's
white cunt to pieces." I brandished the glass dagger in my hand, moving it across Number One's sparse pubic hair. The world was indeed quiet now
.
"It will hurt, but don't swear, or I'll stab you deeper." With that, I
forcefully reopened the wound on Number Zero's left leg, using a water glass I'd found to press against the wound. To be honest, I didn't know how much blood I needed. Since she was swearing
at me so readily, I'd collect as much as I could.
After collecting about half a glass, I carefully placed the glass of blood on the counter, found a silk nightgown, cut it
into strips, and tied it around Number Zero's neck. Then I found a bespectacled woman nearby, pried open her mouth, and poured the glass of blood
into her mouth. The bespectacled woman, dazed, opened her mouth and swallowed the blood, a trickle of bright red blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, looking
so eerie. I laid the bespectacled woman flat on the ground. Standing up to face the two women, he said, "She's already drunk your
blood. If she wakes up within ten hours, you can order her to untie herself. If you
manage to escape, I personally suggest you leave my area and don't come looking for me." He then
tossed the glass dagger far away.
He struggled to lift the three women, including Oman, into the cart. "Damn, it's so heavy!" he thought. "I need to drive
, but all my fancy driving skills are in the computer. I've never touched a steering wheel in the real world
." Looking at the dense crowd ahead, was he really going to become a road menace again? He decided against it,
found a motorcycle, secured the cart handles to it, and went home.
At the dining table, he ate the instant noodles he had cooked himself. "This is my third bowl already," he thought. "Damn, how could I forget?"
Those two damn women weren't eating, but they were still draining my energy. His stomach was bloated, but he still
felt tired. "Oh well, time to sleep." I ate too much and couldn't fall asleep in bed, my mind racing with random thoughts
about my future plans. Ouman, Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyun were unconscious; thankfully they were, otherwise I'd have to eat even more
.
But this couldn't go on forever.
I was quite a distance away from the two women, and their mental conversations had become very faint in my mind, almost
negligible unless I paid close attention. But in the quiet city, in the quiet room, they still
occasionally interrupted my thoughts. Damn it. I've really brought this on myself; it seems I have to get them under my thumb
.
I got out of bed, my large pregnant belly protruding, and sat on the sofa, writing furiously in my notebook.
1. I woke the two women. Based on Ouman's example, they should have a special sense of my location
. To what extent? Besides location, could they sense what I was doing?
2. The two women weren't eating or drinking, but they were still diverting my energy according to the rule of equal distribution. Do they know
?
3. Did changing their location cause them panic and loneliness? And then use
methods that constantly challenge their psychological limits and expectations to make them dependent?
4. I can sense their inner dialogue, but can they sense my inner thoughts? Or
is it just my perception?
5. They gained the ability to communicate with each other as soon as they came out. Can they continue the pattern of the Ormans and unconditionally obey my orders? Probably not, otherwise they wouldn't have suddenly attacked me. But I 　　didn't issue any orders
during the attack . 　　 6. Are the Ormans' abnormal behavior and sudden coma related to their attack on me? 　　 7. Will the woman who drank Zero Blood wake up? 　　 8. What exactly do those things monitoring me want? 　　 As I was writing, I fell asleep, I was so tired. 　　 In the morning, I woke up from my dream and stretched. I ate something quickly, glanced at 　　the three unconscious Oman, and went out. Riding my motorcycle, I tried to decipher the two women's conversation. 　　 (Xiao Juan, how are you? Can you still hold on?) Number One (Xiao Lian, I... I'm okay. But I keep 　　wanting to go find that bastard. This feeling is awful.) Number Zero, somewhat weak (That bastard, 　　where am I? Why can't we move? Why can we hear each other's thoughts?) Number One, somewhat 　　hysterical (Waaah, I don't want this! The rope hurts so much, my feet hurt so much! That bastard 　　isn't coming! I can feel him getting closer and closer. Xiao Lian, do you think he's coming for us?) Number Zero, also 　　somewhat out of control (I don't know! I don't care! I want to leave! I don't want to be here! Waaah…) 　　 Number One, also out of control. 　　 Heh, it seems they really do sense me; they know I'm heading in their direction. I suddenly stopped the motorcycle 　　. What should I do to confirm the extent of their connection to me? I looked around, and the place I stopped 　　was near the Fifth Middle School in the city. Ah! My alma mater! I hadn't been back since graduation, and those six years of my passionate 　　middle school life... With a sigh, I turned and walked towards the school. Damn 　　 it, looking at the brand-new and impressive school gate, I cursed inwardly, "Damn it, I wonder how much of the students' parents' hard-earned money they've made 　　this time. Fuck!" The potholed roads and dilapidated school gate of that time were now 　　completely different. The teachers' building that I had smashed was long gone, replaced by three tall apartment buildings with elevators that 　　had sprung up where the school's large pond used to be. Walking on the smooth cement road, there were green spaces and flowers everywhere, and 　　the notice boards for each grade shone brightly in the sunlight. 　　 The dilapidated and dangerous buildings for the first and second grades of junior high school had become a seven-story building. Didn't they worry about the students dying from climbing the stairs? 　　 Slowly climbing the small slope to the left of the tall building, flanked by lush trees, 　　memories of my student days overlapped with the new environment. "I planted trees here," I thought, "I beat people up here, I 　　was beaten under this tree." "I forced people to sing 'Conquer' in this open space with my classmates." 　　 Reaching the top of the slope, the old junior high school building where I once had classes stood, dilapidated and worn. It bore no resemblance to the newest school 　　building of six or seven years ago. Approaching the classrooms on the first floor, every door was locked.

Looking through the window, haha, it was still the same desk I used back then, only much more worn. Looking up at
the class sign on the main gate, "Junior High, Grade 2, Class 9," I slowly walked along the basketball court to the right of the teaching building, my heart filled with
emotion. Before I knew it, I had reached the senior high school building. Oh, my hellish senior high school! Wow, two brand-
new teaching buildings stood on either side; such a big change. Walking to the left side of the building, I glanced at
the class sign in the third classroom on the first floor: "Senior High, Class 1908." Looking through the corridor window, the classroom was full of students
, and an older teacher was writing math problems on the podium. Hmm, probably giving extra lessons again.
There was no teacher in the classroom next door, but all the students were engrossed in their books. Hellish senior high school! Looking at the desks piled high with
books, even after so many years since graduation, I could still recall the tension of those days.
Gently pushing open the classroom door, all the students remained frozen in their previous expressions. The students in the front row were listening attentively,
while those in the middle were looking at their phones or writing notes, and some in the back were even eating snacks. Ha!
All the students these days are the same. It reminds me of my own school days, where I studied like crazy but still ended up in a lousy university, wasted four years, and then
stayed home for two years. Ugh, that old geezer. I thought this teacher looked familiar when I was out there; wasn't he my
old homeroom teacher? That old geezer was greedy and lecherous; I don't know how much money he ate from my family. I remember every holiday
when my dad took me to his house to give him money, he acted like he didn't care, and I was annoyed. He always had that arrogant attitude,
spouting all sorts of道理 (moral principles), but then he'd grope female classmates. On graduation day, a few of my close friends and I smashed
his windows with bricks at night—it felt so good!
I can't believe that old geezer is still around. I remember hearing at the class reunion that he molested a female student and they
reported him. I can't stand the sight of him. I grabbed the old bastard, threw him onto the street, and spat a mouthful of
phlegm at him. "Scoundrels!" Back in the classroom, looking at the dazed students, the poor souls, learning things they'd
probably never use again, respectfully calling this trash "teacher," saluting this garbage every day
. I walked up to a long-haired girl in the first row, "Have you ever been touched by that old man?"I looked at
the girl in front of me, so innocent and pure. As I looked, a surge of heat rose in my chest. I looked up at the whole class;
not bad, there were quite a few girls who looked pretty good. My desire grew stronger.
"Phew! I'm exhausted. Damn it, why am I so tired? It must be those two sissies. Damn it!" I slumped
into an empty seat in the last row of the classroom, sticking out my tongue. It took me most of the day to finally
set up this classroom. A whole bunch of beautiful female students—every pretty girl in school had been moved into this classroom;
I counted, a full thirty-four of them. I even found the ninth graders; all I was missing was a female teacher.
I sensed them; number zero and number one had been crying on and off. It seemed they didn't know what I was doing,
but they sensed my presence nearby and just wouldn't come over. Heh, looks like they can only sense my location; that makes things easier.
I glanced at the classroom. "Never mind, I was planning to give you a health lesson today, but unfortunately, I'm
too tired. I'll teach you again when I'm better." With that, I touched the small
breast of a girl at the next table and left the classroom.
Reaching the school gate, I grabbed a large bag of bread and milk from the convenience store outside. Not feeding the two girls
would only hurt me in the end. I got on my motorcycle, listening to their thoughts while considering my next
move. They were already looking forward to my arrival, but how to deal with them was a problem.
Untie them? No, these two women were quite difficult. And could they even hear
my thoughts?
I got off at the supermarket entrance and carried the large bag up to the third floor. The two girls were limply hanging from the pillar
, and when they heard the plastic bag hitting their thighs, they looked up. Number One looked a little better, but Number Zero looked very pale, probably from
blood loss. The sales clerk on the ground, still motionless after drinking Zero's blood, seemed to
be someone only I could rouse.
(Let me go, you scum, let me go!) Number One roared inwardly. (Please,
let me go, I can't take it anymore!) Zero weakly begged inwardly. (Fuck you, if you yell again I'll
kill Xiao Juan, she's just a damn burden now anyway.) I said fiercely in my mind. Then I
stared intently at the two of them, trying to build up my anger.
(What are you looking at? Let me go, you scum, you bastard!) Number One continued to roar. (Please, I
'll do anything you want, just let me go, my legs hurt so much, I need to go to the toilet!) Zero continued to beg. "
Phew!" I let out a long breath. Good, they couldn't hear my inner voice. "Heh, looks quite confident
. You've been tied up for so long, yet you still curse so forcefully." I glanced at their tightly clenched legs. "Want to
pee or poop? Just pee like this, nobody can see it except me. I told you only I can wake
people up, right?" I deliberately spoke loudly, encouraging them to relieve themselves on the spot, occasionally saying, "Pee if you want
, but pooping is out of the question. I only came to
see you because you're all pretty, especially with your nice vaginas. If you make yourselves stink, you're as good as dead! I'm a germaphobe; if anyone can't
hold it in, I promise this is the last time I'll come here." I wanted them to know that in my heart, besides
their bodies that could give me pleasure, nothing else was worth my attention.
"I just want to see you struggle and suffer. Keep cursing, the harsher the better. The more you curse,
the more I enjoy it. Ever seen a pig being slaughtered? The way it screams during slaughter is just
like you are now." I want them to know that their lives are like animals to me.
Damn it, Number One only got more and more enthusiastic after hearing my words. Was my method wrong? Yes, as long as I
talk to her, I'll give her an outlet. Damn, I should have thought of that sooner.
I shut my mouth, turned the bespectacled woman over so her blank face was facing the two of them. I plopped down
on the bespectacled woman's stomach, tore open her shirt, and groped her breasts. They were big and soft, the
same size as Xiao Yun's, but softer. They felt quite good to touch. I ran my hand up her skirt... hmm, smooth legs, firm...
I pinched her clean little pussy twice.
I brazenly touched another stranger's genitals in front of the two women, accompanied by a lewd smile.
I opened the plastic bag and started eating bread with milk. While touching the woman beneath me,
I watched the two bound women with interest. Clearly, they couldn't accept the fact that one was being manipulated by the other
; one cursed loudly, the other begged softly. Seeing me eat, they involuntarily swallowed.
After eating about half full, I stopped. If I ate any more, Number One and Number Zero would regain their strength. Ugh, I need to pee.
I stood up, took out my penis, and stood on top of the woman with the glasses. A stream of bright yellow urine shot onto her white
breasts, especially her two dark red nipples; I focused on them. I originally wanted to ejaculate into her mouth for
a bigger shock, but then I thought, what if urine woke them up? I decided against it. I took two
steps back and ejaculated the last bit of my semen into the woman's genitals beneath her skirt. I missed; it was a failure.
This move had indeed shocked the two women. The wanton manipulation of their bodies was enough to terrify them. To urinate on them—this
was a complete disregard for humanity. Both women screamed inwardly (How could you do this? How
could you do this? You're not human, you're a devil!).
(You're a devil! This isn't the human world, is it? We're already dead, aren't we? You're a devil!)
Number One was beginning to show signs of collapse.
(We're already dead? Why won't you leave us alone? I miss my mom, I miss my dad. Xiao Lian, I'm so scared!)
Number Zero was also nearing a breakdown.
The silent environment, the dazed crowd, their bodies tightly bound, the helpless victims watching the horrific
scene after being raped, the victims being manipulated, the victims being defiled—scene after scene unfolded before them. Had they reached their limit?
I grabbed the woman's foot and dragged her closer to the two women. The screams of fear in their hearts
grew even louder. I released Zero's ropes, and she collapsed to the ground. Completely oblivious to my intentions
, Zero was incapable of even retreating or dodging.
I untied the bandage from her left leg. Damn, it's healing so fast? The wound I'd just ripped open yesterday was
already scabbing over. I thought to myself, "Damn, it really is an alien!" I took out the alcohol I'd prepared earlier.
I'd thought it would be a waste to kill them both, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Ignoring them would only
slow me down. So I'd been thinking of treating Zero's wound, but it'd already scabbed over. In this heat
, why didn't it get infected? Thinking back to when Ma Zicheng came, even though the treatment was timely, I didn't seem to have
any signs of infection. Had even microorganisms in this world stopped growing?
I dipped a cotton swab in the alcohol and slowly wiped the blood from Zero's leg. Since it's scabbed over, I
don't need to rub it on the wound anymore. But treating the wound is still necessary. A tiny glimmer of hope in despair!
Sure enough, the screams in the two girls' hearts subsided a bit.
After wiping away the blood, I opened the plastic bag, holding bread in one hand and milk in the other. I put it to Zero's mouth, and
Zero hesitated for a moment, silently saying "(thank you)" before starting to eat voraciously. "
(I'm hungry too)," Number One, who was tied behind my back, couldn't help but think to herself.
I suppressed a laugh, kept a straight face, and continued to feed Zero. As for Number One, you were cursing me so
happily, but now you get a share of the shit, damn it.
Zero was fed three pieces of bread in a row. "(I'm full, can you give Xiao Lian some too?)" Zero
asked tentatively in her mind.
I narrowed my eyes, stared fiercely at Zero, and suddenly slapped her hard across the face.
I got up and tied her to the pillar again. "I want you to keep eating." This was the first time I had given them an order in days
. Terrified Zero kept screaming in her heart, "(You hit me, why did you hit me? I'm really full
, I can't eat anymore. Please give Xiaolian some, I beg you!)" But her mouth kept chewing
the bread I offered.
"(You devil, you have no humanity.)" Seeing me slap Zero, One started cursing again.
The more you curse, the more I'll feed her. After feeding her three more pieces of bread, looking at Zero's bulging belly
, I finally stopped. I turned around and walked to One, a mocking smile on my lips, looking at the stunned One.
"(What, what are you doing? I, I'm not afraid of you!)" One roared, her voice trembling with fear.
My mocking smile grew wider, and suddenly I punched One hard in the abdomen. A stream of clear urine
shot out from One's genitals, and a smell of feces filled the air. One finally cried out in her heart. 　　 "Damn it!"
I quickly untied Number One's ropes, grabbed her hair, and dragged her all the way to the mall's restroom. I turned on the tap and sprayed her with the hose. I was furious. It actually worked! Watching 　　Number One desperately trying to escape the water jets and begging for mercy, I felt a strange, brutal pleasure. In the lobby, 　　Number Zero, bound and vomiting, was in pain. I turned and left the restroom, dragging Number Zero inside as well. Looking at 　　Number Zero covered in vomit, I picked up the hose and sprayed her again. The two women clung tightly to each other, trying to shield themselves from the water jets 　　, like two wounded kittens. 　　 [The silent television building, all the screens black.] Suddenly, one computer screen lit up, followed by 　　all the screens, flashing lines of text: "Report: The life sources of the controller's subordinates 4 and 5 are experiencing violent 　　fluctuations and are approaching a critical point. Requesting the soul seed injection program and personality seed injection program. 　　 Report: The blood entering the carrier's body contains the controller's life source 5. 　　The increase of the controller's life source 5 in the blood of subordinate 4 has approached the minimum value and will automatically activate the gene control program. 　　 Report: The carrier is affected by the blood of subordinate 4. Once the gene control program is activated, it will automatically receive the mind- 　　to-mind contact template. Requesting the closure of the mind-to-mind contact templates of subordinates 4 and 5. 　　 xaxa001: Now receiving control authorization from xfes003. 　　 xfes003: Confirming authorization. It is an honor to hand over control to you." 　　 xa001: Continue to activate the shielding program for subordinates 1 to 3; activate the soul removal program, 　　targeting subordinates 4 and 5; activate the soul injection program, selecting soul seed number 8 as the target subordinate 4;

Initiate the Soul Injection Program, selecting Soul Seed No. 18 as target subordinate No. 5; Initiate the Personality Injection Program
,
selecting Type A Personality Seed No. 24 as target subordinate No. 4; Select Type B Personality Seed No. 24 as target subordinate
No. 5; Initiate the Mind-to-Mind Connection Program as target subordinate No. 6; Initiate the Life Source and Soul Source Solidification Program as target subordinate
No. 6; Close the Mind-to-Mind Connection Templates for subordinates No. 4 and No. 5.
xfes003: I object to initiating the Soul Cleansing Program, object to initiating the Special Soul Seed
Injection Program, object to initiating the Mind-to-Mind Connection Program on a carrier without a soul seed, and object to initiating the Life Source and
Soul Source Solidification Program on the carrier. Please record the above objections.
xaxa001: xfes003, I hereby announce your dismissal
. xfes010 will take over control from controller No. 5. Record the above.
xfes010: Confirm authorization.
xfes003: I object. This is a major change to the plan. I refuse authorization.
xa001: xfes003, I hereby announce your expulsion from the program. (This is a record.)
xfes003: I will report this and request an authorized investigation.
xa001: Get lost. (Note: The above dialogue is garbled. Author's note.)
"All screens suddenly went black."
I recklessly pounded Zero and One with the hose, watching them embrace and moan, experiencing unparalleled pleasure
. Ah! Wahahaha. I'm going to pound your chrysanthemum, your vulva, your nipples, your scars. Wahahaha.
(Master) A strange voice echoed in my mind
. "Who is it?" I glanced back. "Oh my god." Suddenly, the bespectacled woman I'd urinated on earlier
was standing right behind me. I sprayed her with the hose. After a while, I stopped. She
was now standing about arm's length away from me.
How did she wake up? Could anyone really wake her up like that? I looked back at the two women. Damn, no way, I'm
taking on three at once! Where's the stick? Damn, the stick's outside. I rolled over and scrambled out of the toilet. I quickly
got up, ran to the store, picked up the steel pipe, and stood it upright in front of me.
The bespectacled woman slowly walked over, and the voice in my head (Master) echoed again. Was she calling me? I
tentatively asked, "Master? Are you calling me?" "(Yes, Master) The bespectacled woman didn't move, but the voice was definitely
right.
I carefully took half a step back, 'Jump for me, jump until I say stop,' I tried to say.
Looking at the scene in front of me, a woman with a ponytail, wearing glasses, topless, her
breasts swaying up and down with her jumps, one foot wearing a shoe, the other bare. Water droplets from my drenching dripped onto the ground,
causing her to slip and fall every now and then, getting up and jumping again. Hmm, it seems she's right. Strange, she clearly drank Zero's blood,
why is she calling me master? Could it be that there's something of mine in Zero's blood?
I immediately went to the bathroom, Zero and One had their eyes tightly closed, unconscious. Damn, could they be
like Oman and Xiaoyu? I'm doomed, when they wake up, won't they give me vicious looks and hateful expressions to curse me? Oh
no! I dodged.
Turning around, I bumped into the bespectacled woman, 'Stop jumping!'" I rushed out of the supermarket, taking three steps at a time
. Walking on the sunlit street, I suddenly stopped, turned around, and—oh no!—the bespectacled woman bumped into me
, landing hard on her bottom.
"What the hell are you doing?" In the sunlight, the bespectacled woman was soaking wet; her white breasts,
areolas the size of coins, and dark red nipples the size of soybeans magnified in my eyes. Her wet skirt clung to her body,
outlining the inverted triangle shape between her legs, and her prominent mons pubis. Ugh, what am I thinking?
"What's your name? Where do you live? Go wash up and find some clothes," I
said haphazardly. The bespectacled woman's situation was too astonishing. I never imagined that someone I awakened could awaken others, and
even obey my commands. Especially since she could communicate telepathically upon waking; I had to test her properly, lest she turn into another violent
woman.
The bespectacled woman turned and walked back into the supermarket, answering, "My name is Zhang Xuemei, and I live in Sunshine Community,
No. 6..." (Building 503)
I pulled a cigarette and lighter from the man's pocket next to me and took a few deep drags. Damn, this is too chaotic.
I really can't stay in this place any longer. Once I get to know Zhang Xuemei, what kind of name is that? So corny. Ouman, Xiaoyu, Xiaoyun,
Zero, Number One. Hmm, I'll call her Number 3 then. Ma Zicheng is really smart; I'll get a number from now on too. Once I get to know
Number 3 and she won't threaten me, I'll prepare to leave. Hmm, that's decided.
Soon, I finished my cigarette, and Number 3 appeared. Heh, pretty fast, quick! Number 3
was wearing a blue floral short dress, without a bra underneath; I could even see her areolas through the fabric, and the hem
of her skirt swayed in the wind
. "Let me see you after you turn around a few times." (Yes, Master.) The woman's eyes darted around in front of me. Damn, she was
wearing underwear. But the white, transparent underwear was only thickened at the crotch, and her pubic hair and buttocks were so
clearly visible through the fabric. "Don't get excited, don't get excited." I kept telling myself, "Why am I being so pathetic? There are still a bunch
of girls at school waiting for me to teach them physiology and hygiene classes. I need to find out more about Number 3 first.
" "Okay, stop. Take me to your house." (Yes, Master.)
"By the way, can you drive?" Sunshine Community is a bit far.
(Yes, Master.) Oh, that makes things easier. I looked around and saw a white BMW. A
guy was sitting there blankly.
"You drive that car." I pointed to the BMW, then turned to look for something—at least to
smash the window, right? Hmm, I saw a paving stone in the corner. I walked over, picked it up—damn, it was heavy.
Just as I turned to smash the window with the stone, a bizarre scene unfolded.
(You, get out.) Number 3 stood by the car, those words echoing in my mind. The guy inside slowly
opened the door and got out. What was going on? The guy got out, stood at the back of the car, and froze again. Holy crap
. Number 3 got into the car, closed the door, started the engine, and then opened the passenger door. I was stunned.
I stepped off the paved road and sat blankly in the passenger seat. (Master, please close the door and fasten your seatbelt). I
mechanically did what Number 3 told me to do.
The car started, and I stared intently at Number 3. Number 3's eyes were vacant, just like Orman when he first woke up. But
was that just a hallucination? "Stop the car, go back!" I suddenly shouted. The car returned to its original position, and I jumped out
. Looking at that man, he was no different from the people standing blankly on the street. If I hadn't paid special attention
, I probably wouldn't have remembered what he looked like.
"Number 3, uh, Zhang Xuemei, come down." Looking at Number 3 standing in front of me, I continued, "From now on,
you are Number 3, Number 3 is Zhang Xuemei, Zhang Xuemei is Number 3. Understand?" (Yes, Master, I am
Number 3, I am Zhang Xuemei.) Number 3 answered blankly. "How did you just call him down?
What else could you make him do? Hmm, make him lie down." I was so excited I didn't know what to say.
(Yes, Master. You, lie down.) Number 3 turned his face to the man. Sure enough, he crawled straight down.
I was so excited I kept biting my nails. "You, ask him what his name is? Where does he live?" I
asked habitually.
(Yes, Master. What's your name? Where do you live?) Number 3 asked the car owner.
(Master, he didn't answer.) After a while, Number 3 turned to me.
Damn, I knew he wouldn't answer. "You make him, he..." I thought for a moment, could I only order
him around? "Can't let him answer the question?" I looked around and pointed to a young woman with a child, saying, "
Go and make her take off her clothes." (Yes, Master.) Number 3 went onto the sidewalk and stood in front of the young woman.
(You, take off your clothes.) The young woman let go of the child and took off her dress, leaving her in only a set of
pure white underwear, with a horizontal C-section scar across her stomach.
I kept directing Number 3 to make the people standing still on the street do all sorts of things. Frog jumps, handstands, spins
, tree climbing, somersaults... until the 15th person did a one-handed push-up. Number 3 suddenly fainted. Uh, I've gone
too far.
I carried Number 3 onto the motorcycle and drove home. After arriving home, I looked at the unconscious Oman and the others.
I put Number 3 on the bed in the guest room. Whew, I'm exhausted after a long day. I ate something and fell into a drowsy sleep.
After sleeping for a while, I woke up groggily, and there was a figure standing by the bed. I mumbled, "Come here and let me hug you
."(Yes, Master) A firm, beautiful body gently nestled into my arms. I closed my eyes, my hands
kneading the firmness of the flesh. Slowly, I touched the soft, warm parts of the body. The feeling of that flesh, the pubic hair...
"Xiao Yun, why is there so much hair?" (Master, I am Number 3, I am Zhang Xuemei) The voice echoed in my mind.
I sat up abruptly. Damn. I forgot about Number 3. I opened my eyes, and sure enough, it was Number 3, with a blank stare
, a round face, a ponytail, and glasses.
"How long have I been asleep? Um, when did you wake up?" I asked, twisting my sore neck.
(Master, I don't know how long you've been asleep, I woke up 1 hour and 35 minutes ago.) Number 3
answered blankly.
Impressive, she can even calculate the time so accurately. "Why did you faint?" I remembered that
Number 3 suddenly fainted when I was giving her a good time, and asked curiously.
(I don't know, Master. I got sleepy when I was directing the 10th person, and
I fell asleep when I was directing the 15th.)
I looked at the sky outside; it was overcast. Was it already morning? Number 3 and I
started directing the crowd around 3 PM, and we got home no later than 5 PM. How did I sleep for so long?
"Should I cook? Make something to eat. I'm starving." I got out of bed and went to Oman's room. Oman and
the other two were still unconscious. I touched Oman's face, kissed the three of them, and said softly, "You guys didn't really
revert to a previous state, did you? I missed you so much." Knock, knock, knock, a knock sounded on the door. (Master, the food is ready.) Number 3's
voice rang out. I kissed the three of them again and went out. Number 3 stood blankly outside the door, and suddenly noticed that
there were two wet circles on the nipples of her white t-shirt. I leaned over and smelled it; it smelled like milk? "Are you
breastfeeding?" I asked in surprise.
(Yes, Master.) Hahaha, so happy! The climax is here.
I dragged Number 3 into the master bedroom and threw her hard onto the bed. I pounced on her, pulled off her t-shirt
, and her two large, white breasts trembled twice, with a faint milk seeping from her nipples. I grabbed her two hardened
breasts tightly. Several thin fountains of milk spurted from her dark red nipples. A faint milky smell filled the air. I
lowered my head and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. Ugh, the sweet and pungent taste filled my mouth. I kept swallowing
; human milk is so nourishing. I squeezed her other breast hard, and milk wet half my face. I sucked on
it alternately, my mouth full of milky smell. After sucking for a while, her two hardened breasts were still spraying milk. It covered Number 3's
chest, looking sacred yet lewd in the sunlight shining through the window.
I reached down and touched Number 3's crotch. Damn, it was already soaking wet, her clitoris peeking out.
(No, Master, don't touch there.) Number 3 groaned inwardly. I pulled down Number 3's panties and spread
her legs to examine her genitals closely. Her two brown labia were wide open, her light brown
labia minora slightly parted, and her dark red clitoris swayed on my fingertips. Her labia were clean, without any hair, except
for a thick patch of inverted triangular pubic hair at the top of her mons pubis. My penis was already rock hard. I held it and pressed it against
Number 3's vaginal opening. (Master, I want it.) Number 3 called out inwardly for my penetration.
"You little slut, I'll fuck you to death," I chuckled and thrust my hips forward, penetrating her all the way in.
(I am Number 3, I am Zhang Xuemei, I am not a slut, Master.) Number 3 seemed a little confused and dissatisfied with my address
.
As I thrust in and out, I said, "You're a slut in bed. I love fucking sluts who squirt milk."
Number 3's vagina was a little loose, lacking the tightness of the others, but the milk spraying onto my chest and the milky scent in the air gave me a pleasure I'd never experienced before. I gripped Number 3's breasts tightly, 　　thrusting
my hips forcefully .

(Yes, Master, Number 3 is a slut in bed. I am a slut.) Number 3 offered no
resistance to my words. What she said was what she meant, and as she silently declared herself a slut, my penis involuntarily swelled again
.
"Tell me, how long have you been breastfeeding?" I slid against Number 3's milk-covered chest, making my thrusts
easier, and watched her ejaculation gradually subside, I couldn't help but ask.
(I've been breastfeeding for four months, Master). Oh, that means she just gave birth four months ago, no
C-section scars, looks like a natural birth. No wonder it's a bit loose. I pressed harder on Number 3's breasts again, and
the milk gushed out high again.
"How long has it been since you had sex with your husband?" I suddenly asked, this question arousing me again, and
my lower body involuntarily thrust a few times.
(Master, I haven't had sex with my husband since I got pregnant. I had a miscarriage before, so I'm being very careful this time.)
Number 3's answer sent a shiver down my spine. "Hehe, no wonder you little slut, I only sucked your
milk a few times and your cunt is already so wet. Today I'll make up for your husband's shortcomings of the past year. I'll fuck you to death,
haha." I released her breasts, lifted her left leg with my left hand, raising her genitals slightly, and forcefully thrust
into Number 3's depths.
While I was fucking her hard, I shouted, "Tell Master, is Master's cock bigger, or your husband's cock bigger
?" (Yes, Master, Master's cock is bigger, my husband's cock is longer.) Number 3's honest answer
almost made me explode with anger. This shouldn't be like this, you little slut, even after I've fucked you, you're still praising your husband.
"Damn it, your husband is long, huh? You clamp your legs around my waist, if I don't thrust into your uterus today, I'm not worthy
of being called a virgin. Your husband is long, I want your husband to be long." I said hatefully, increasing the force of my thrust, and Number 3
obediently lifted her legs and clamped them around my waist. Smooth and powerful. I thrust deep inside, finally reaching
the soft flesh deep inside Number 3's vagina. It's fucking deep; even with so much force, I only just touched it. I thought angrily, "Damn it,
next time I'll fuck you to death in front of your husband, make you praise his length, fuck me!"
Number 3 began to pant silently, her mind screaming (Master, harder, Master, right there.
This slut's so itchy, this slut's so good!). It seems I hit her G-spot; every time I hit that spot
, Number 3 involuntarily trembled. This was the first time I'd experienced such lewd moaning. Unlike
most women who only shout "It feels so good!" with a hint of repressed lust, this was a genuine inner cry. I love this kind of woman.
I rolled over on the bed, letting Number 3 straddle me. Number 3 swallowed my penis whole and began to
move wildly up and down. I pinched the two soft breasts on Number 3's chest, milk dripping intermittently onto my
body, or flowing down her body onto the pubic hair where Number 3 and I were pressed together. Number 3 rolled over a couple of times,
pressing her vulva tightly against my stomach, and began to rub back and forth. Her inner voice screamed (So good, so comfortable. I want to rub,
I want to rub there!). Her hands were on my legs, her chest high, her slender waist swaying back and forth
. In the sunlight, a few faint stretch marks on Number 3's abdomen showed her motherhood.
Number 3 continued to rub, and I propped myself up, embracing her body. I bit one of her breasts,
sucking occasionally, and teasing the erect nipple with my tongue. (Master, suck harder, Master,
suck harder. I'm so excited.) Number 3 freed one hand to tightly hold my head, pressing it against her large breasts. Damn,
she's trying to suffocate me.
"You little slut, tell me, is it good to fuck your master?" I asked loudly.
(Yes, master, it's great to have sex with master. This slut likes to have sex with master.) Number 3 answered loudly.
Good answer, reward. I rolled over and pinned Number 3 down, turning her over so she was lying face down with her back to me. I
pinched her white, tender buttocks hard twice. (Master, be gentle, it hurts). Hehe, I held my penis and thrust it
in hard. Number 3 stuck out her buttocks, a perfect heart shape. From behind, her smooth labia were covered in lewd fluid,
frothy with white foam. My erect penis went in and out of her bright red, tender flesh. I reached out and flicked Number 3's clitoris
a few times.
(Master, no, this slut can't take it anymore, don't touch there, this slut can't take it anymore. This slut is going to pee.)
As my fingers touched Number 3's erect clitoris, she cried out in her heart. I reached out and grabbed her slender,
silky waist, pulling her buttocks hard towards me.
"Tell me, is Master better, or is your husband better?" I shouted as I thrust into her with all my might.
I thought to myself, if you dare say your husband is better, I'll make you go to your house and make your husband lick my balls. Thinking
of this, my penis got even harder. Damn, after reading those erotic stories on sis001, I've become a pervert too
.
(Master is better, Master is better than my husband) Number 3 answered without hesitation. (Master, it's
there, Master, rub there, please, Master, rub there. This slut is going to pee, this slut can't hold it in anymore)
Number 3's heart was filled with a pleading excitement.
I pressed hard against Number 3's buttocks, and hearing her cries, I began to draw circles on her buttocks. Sure enough
, soon, a hot stream hit my thigh. Damn, I thought she meant an orgasm when she said pee. You
actually peed. "Damn, you actually peed." I forcefully pushed her buttocks apart until the tip of my penis was still
pressed against her vaginal opening, then thrust in hard with my hands and waist. "I'll let you pee, I'll let you pee. You dare to wet the bed again,
you've stained my sheets, damn it!" Number 3 quickly tried to hold it in, but every time I pulled out, Number 3's
urine would pause, and every time I thrust in, Number 3 would spurt out a stream of urine, which I found quite interesting
. (I was wrong, Master, I won't do it again.) Number 3 kept begging for mercy. Number 3 spurted out
seven or eight streams of urine intermittently before she finished.
I came back to my senses. "I'll fuck you to death, you slut. Tell me, has your husband ever made you pee?" I
asked with some smugness. (No, Master, my husband has never made me pee. Master, I haven't peed all morning
. This time it really wasn't intentional. I was wrong. I won't do it again.)
Hahaha, I couldn't help but laugh triumphantly. It wouldn't be bad to make her pee. I was in a great mood.
I straightened Number 3, straddled her, and started thrusting hard. (Master is happy? Making the slut pee
, Master is happy, isn't he?) Number 3 saw my smug smile and asked curiously.
"Did your husband make you orgasm?" I ignored her words, relentlessly fucking her, and couldn't help but ask
.
(Master, my husband rarely makes me orgasm, it's that spot, Master, it's that spot, Master,
rub it a little more, the slut feels so wonderful, yes, that's it. Almost there, the slut is almost there.) Number 3's answer
was incredibly arousing. I followed her instructions, constantly increasing the frequency to touch the spot she mentioned.
(Master, the slut orgasmed, Master, the slut orgasmed. Master, I'm going to fly!) Number 3's several loud
roars pounded into my brain. I gritted my teeth, resisting Number 3's huge roars while forcefully
thrusting into the spot she mentioned. A surge of heat hit my glans, and Number 3 trembled violently, clinging tightly
to me, his nails digging into my back. Pain, headache, body aches. I vented this double pain on
my penis, "I'm not going to grind anymore, I'm going to fuck you to death!" I swayed my hips wildly, my penis fully withdrawing
and fully penetrating each time.
Number 3 suddenly went limp, his hands hanging limply around my neck, his whole body trembling erratically,
his legs, which had been tightly gripping my waist, drooping limply. His cherry-like mouth was wide open, breathing heavily. I slowed down
the pace of my thrusts. Damn, I'm covered in sweat, it's really been a year of working like this, it's fucking tiring.
After a while, Number 3 mentally spoke again (Master, the slut wants more).
"Damn it, want more my ass!" I couldn't help but curse loudly, but my body began to thrust forcefully again
.
(Master, this slut hasn't flown in a long time. This slut has a younger sister. Master, do you want her?) Number 3 actually gave me
such an answer. Isn't this just provoking me?
"You slut, you whore. Tell me what you do?" I cursed, and started asking some irrelevant questions
to distract myself. This whore is too tempting.
(Master, I am a slut, not a whore. I am a policeman.) Number 3 answered honestly.
Policeman, Number 3 is a policeman. I couldn't believe my ears after hearing that, and I looked down to examine Number 3
's appearance carefully. "You are a policeman? What kind of policeman?" I asked hurriedly, and my whole body stopped.
(Master, I am a traffic policeman, I am from the First Traffic Police Brigade of the City. Master, don't stop, this slut wants more.)
Damn, a traffic policeman. No wonder I felt that her legs were quite strong, damn it, a traffic policeman is also a policeman, I couldn't help but
imagine Number 3 wearing a traffic policeman uniform in my mind, and my penis became stronger and stronger the more I thought about it. A tingling sensation shot from my penis
to the top of my head. "Fuck you, you damn traffic cop, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum to your death!" I roared.
(Master, cum, cum inside the slut's body.) Encouraged by Number 3, my essence
shot deep into her body in gushes, incredibly pleasurable.
I sat on the motorcycle, with Number 3 behind me. The little slut was so tempting. After breakfast, I couldn't
resist grabbing her in the elevator and fucking her again, and now my legs are still a bit weak. But what's strange is that I didn't eat
much this morning, yet I still have energy. Is human milk really that nourishing? Uh, the little slut is rubbing her big tits against
my back again. It seems like I asked for it, hahaha.
As we drove, Number 3 kept saying, (Master, please drive on the right, Master, please be aware of pedestrians, Master, please slow
down.) Damn it, so what if you're a traffic cop? "I'll make you wear a police uniform and teach me how to drive.
I won't be satisfied until I crash a few cars in front of you."
Finally, we arrived at Sunshine Community. I parked right at the entrance, and Number 3 started saying again
, "Please pull over, it's not safe here." I ignored her. "Lead the way, to your house," I kept saying. Damn, so
annoying.
Sunshine Community was filled with a stunned crowd. Led by Number 3, I walked through tree-lined streets.
Wow, the environment is quite beautiful. We took the elevator to Number 3's house. As soon as I entered, I saw
a photo in the living room of Number 3, wearing a white wedding dress, sweetly nestled in the arms of a handsome man. This must be her husband. He's definitely
more handsome than me, but it's useless, you can't move, hehe.
Below the wall-mounted TV was a row of framed photos. "Go take a shower and change into your uniform for me to see,"
I ordered Number 3, then began to carefully examine the row of photos. It seems like family number 3 is a police family;
everyone, young and old, is in police uniform. Wow, her husband is so young and already has the rank of First-Class Superintendent, and number 3
is a Second-Class Superintendent.
Um, this must be the younger sister number 3 was talking about. She has the same round face as number 3, looks quite cute, and has
the rank of First-Class Constable. I turned and walked towards a bedroom; it seemed to be the nursery. The room was empty, filled with cute
little ornaments, and a desk was covered with baby supplies. I left the bedroom and opened another door. Number 3
's husband was holding number 3's child, sleeping on the bed. Looking at them sleeping soundly, I thought,
"Oh well. I was hoping you'd lick my balls while I was having sex with number 3." "You stay with your son,
I'll take good care of your wife," I said, silently closing the bedroom door.
Number 3's family has a large balcony with a fitness machine and many dumbbells and other items.
To recover such a good figure in just four months, it seems number 3 is quite vain. I tried fiddling with
the equipment on the balcony. It's probably for her husband's workout; it's so heavy. Damn, I definitely can't beat him. I'm not as handsome as him,
and I can't beat him anyway. But what can I do when I can move around? Hehe.
Just as I was indulging in these fantasies, Number 3's voice rang out (Master, I've changed my clothes). I turned around, and
Number 3, whom I had previously manipulated and bossed around, was now wearing a neat uniform. She
exuded an unapproachable aura of authority. A white cap with a gleaming national emblem, a sky-blue short-sleeved uniform
, a white belt, navy blue trousers, and shiny leather shoes. Is this really the Number 3 I just slept with?
"Do you have a skirt, a skirt the same color as your trousers?" I asked. (Yes, Master.)
"Go take off your pants and put on a short skirt, and also take off your bra and panties." I thought for a moment, then decided to do
it this way for now.
(Yes, Master.) Number 3 returned to the bedroom and came out again quickly.
I looked at her carefully, and it was good; the effect was there. Her high, firm breasts pushed up her neat uniform, revealing
the shape of her nipples, and her bare lower body was visible under her knee-length skirt. Beneath the dignified uniform was a wanton body, hehe,
that's more like it, otherwise the outfit in front would have been too oppressive.
"Okay, let's go. Today, I'll start teaching you how to drive." I waved my hand and squeezed Number 3's large breasts. Hmm,
she had sucked them clean before coming; at least no milk came out when I squeezed them.
The process of learning to drive was both painful and pleasurable. The painful part was that Number 3's occupational disease kicked in, constantly lecturing me
, giving me a headache. The fun is having a traffic cop sitting next to you. You drive and crash into at least two or three cars, scratch
six or seven, and break several sections of fence, but they can't do anything about it, haha. You get to experience
the unbridled destructive fun of games like Need for Speed and Grand Theft Auto. If you ask me, this is the way to improve your driving skills.
How can you improve your skills without crashing a few times? Plus, with the traffic accident exemption, my driving skills have
improved by leaps and bounds. Look, I only hit three people and then smoothly parked the car in front of my house. That's skill,
really skillful. But this car is really undriveable, but no worries, there are so many cars in the city, so many
nice cars, I can just pick one to play with.
As soon as I got out of the car, two figures suddenly pounced on me. Having learned my lesson from Zero and One, I now carry
a steel pipe with me. I pulled out the steel pipe and held it in front of me, ready to strike at any moment. That damn Number 3, he didn't even have a shred of awareness
. My Auman is still the best! "Oman, when are you going to wake up?!"
Side Story:
Excerpt from the Investigation of the Controller No. 5 Incident .
Somewhere,
a solemn voice rang out, "I hereby announce that the joint investigation team's investigation into the (Controller No. 5 incident)
is now beginning. As the head of the joint investigation team, on behalf of all team members, I have reviewed all surveillance
records and the handling records of both parties involved in this incident. Now, we
will begin the formal questioning regarding the correctness of XFES003's decision to dismiss AXA001."
A sharp voice rang out, "Team Leader, shouldn't we begin
questioning AXA001 about his abnormal handling of this incident first, before starting other inquiries? After all, only by understanding
the reasons for AXA001's series of abnormal actions can we know the reasons for AXA001's abuse of power.
"
A deep voice rang out. " Representative of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, please watch your wording. Before the incident has been thoroughly investigated, you
are accusing a senior disciplinary officer of abusing his power? That seems inappropriate. Furthermore, I believe that
xa001's dismissal of a mid-level monitor was within his authority."
"Representative of the Military, the Science and Technology Department where xa001 works is a subordinate department of your military
. Given the irrefutable facts, you are still saying the investigation is unclear. Can I interpret this as you representing
the military in fully supporting xa001's actions in this incident and being willing to take full responsibility for
the consequences?" "
A deep voice rang out." You, xa001, have the right to access any resources in the plan,
including the right to dismiss anyone. This plan is being conducted under tripartite cooperation and supervision.
What do you mean by making our military take full responsibility? Does XFS003, being a personnel selected by the Civil Affairs Department, have the right to
overturn orders and challenge authority? If xa001's orders are ultimately overturned,
is the Civil Affairs Department willing to take full responsibility for the consequences? [
A sharp voice rang out] Heh, it seems you also know that xa001's orders will ultimately be overturned
! [
A deep voice rang out] You're being unreasonable; I was just saying "if." [
A solemn voice rang out] Please, gentlemen, cease your useless argument. xa001, as
the implementer of the anomaly handling, you can explain your anomaly handling process. [
A sharp voice rang out] "I object. This investigation was initiated because of XFS003's suggestion.
It's inappropriate to have AXA001 explain first, without letting XFS003 provide an explanation first. You agree
, sir. Furthermore, only you can see all the records; neither I nor that gentleman have the right to see them.
It would be biased not to let XFS003 explain first." "
A deep voice rang out." "There's nothing inappropriate about it. You and I both have written reports on this incident.
As the main person in charge of the project, AXA001 should naturally explain first." "
A sharp voice rang out." "Ha, a written report. A 20-page written report, nearly
two-thirds of which is blacked out. Is this what you call a written report?! On behalf of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, I formally propose that if XFS003 doesn't
explain first, our Ministry will withdraw from this investigation and refuse to accept any of its conclusions." "
A deep voice rang out." "You, this plan is top secret. Neither you nor I have sufficient authority to see it.
You can access this written report again once you become the Minister of Civil Affairs. However, as a member of the investigation team,
isn't it right to start by understanding the situation from the highest level in charge? Does the Ministry of Civil Affairs always start from the lowest level and investigate
and handle matters level by level when encountering problems?"
A solemn voice rang out. "Alright, you two, that's enough. The written report in your hands was
jointly revised by the Minister of Military Affairs and the Minister of Civil Affairs. However, the representative of the Ministry of Civil Affairs' words are not without reason. XFS003
, as the complainant, you can begin your explanation. Begin recording." "
XFS003" I entered the plan in the Yellow Moon of 20201 in the new calendar. My position is a mid-level
monitor, responsible for monitoring the controller No. 5 in Security Zone 15. Controller No. 5 is a
cowardly, unambitious observation point who often shows destructive tendencies. At time (A solemn voice rang out: No need to mention the timeline), yes. When the controller #5 encountered its subordinates #4 and #5, since it already 　　possessed two subordinates carrying soul seeds, it activated the intermediate reaction system according to the planned rules. Subordinates #4,

Number 5 is of the mutually attracted type and harbors an innate hostility towards the controller, Number 5. After activating the intermediate reaction system,
Subsidiaries 4 and 5 quickly became dangerous to the controller. xaxa001 activated
the Mind-Bound Template, directly transforming the dangerousness of Subsidiaries 4 and 5 into aggression, threatening the Observation Point. Once
the Observation Point controlled Subsidiaries 4 and 5, it inflicted devastating mental damage.
The existence of the Mind-Bound Template amplified this damage, pushing Subsidiaries 4 and 5's life force to a critical point. Simultaneously,
the Observation Point infused Subsidiary 4's blood, containing the Observation Point's life force, into a carrier. The life
force reached its minimum control level under blood cultivation, and this carrier became Subsidiary 6.
According to the plan's rules, the Mind-Bound Template should be immediately deactivated, and the Soul Seed/Personality Seed
injection program should be activated. Subsidiaries 4 and 5 should begin cultivating their Soul Seeds, allowing Subsidiary 6 to function normally. However,
xa001 used a soul cleansing procedure and then activated a special soul and personality injection procedure,
forcibly altering the personalities of Subordinates 4 and 5. This behavior severely jeopardized the development of Subordinates 4 and 5 and had
a very high probability of causing their life source and soul seed to reject each other, leading to their collapse.
Even without injecting a soul seed into Subordinate 6, xa001 forcibly injected a mental connection
system and activated the life source and soul source solidification system, making it impossible for Subordinate 6 to become a soul seed nurtured entity.
This is a serious waste of resources. Therefore, I raised my objections, but xa001 relieved me of
my duties and expelled me from the project. That's all. "
xa001" I am the overall person in charge of the project, responsible for its operation. Controller 5 is
an excellent observation point. (A solemn voice sounds: No need to mention the timeline) Yes, in a very
short time, Subsidiary 1 of Controller 5 has reached D-level soul energy, the fastest in the entire plan
. (A low, chaotic conversation follows) Meanwhile, Subsidiary 2 is also growing rapidly. It is expected that
once the shielding of Subsidiaries 1-3 is lifted, Subsidiary 2 will also reach D-level. While the actions of the observation points
can accelerate soul energy growth, they will be seriously detrimental to the subsequent plan. As xfes003 said,
Controller 5 has a too weak mind; he treats the situation around him in a gentle way. This method
can effectively stimulate soul energy growth, but it is not conducive to him stepping out of the safety zone. I once arranged for Controller 6
to enter his safety zone, attempting to stimulate him to step out. But he remained in the safety
zone, without taking any action to step out. At the same time, his destructive tendencies are also causing his
behavior pattern to turn towards self-destruction. The accidental appearance of Subsidiaries 4 and 5 gave me an opportunity to stimulate his sense of crisis.
I have instilled aggression in Subordinates 4 and 5. Currently, the Observation Point is already
preparing to step out of the safe zone.
However, its destructive tendencies directly lead to the critical point for Subordinates 4 and 5, and
the crucial point of their own self-destruction. If we select soul seeds for Subordinates 4 and 5 according to the plan,
they will grow with uncontrollable aggression. The outcome will be either Subordinates 4 and 5 destroying
the Observation Point, or the Observation Point destroying Subordinates 4 and 5, then carrying a destructive behavioral pattern
all the way to self-destruction within the safe zone.
Clearing the old soul source will directly eliminate the aggression of Subordinates 4 and 5 towards the Observation Point. Soul Seed #8
and Soul Seed #18 are (a solemn voice sounds: no need to mention soul seed types), yes.
I can only say that these two types are quite similar. Personality Seed #24 is divided into two types. Because the Observation Point's
impression of Subordinates 4 and 5 is mutually attractive, if this impression cannot be maintained, it will create
unpredictable variables for the Observation Point. These are not Subordinate 1, who has a strong
sense of security and dependence on the observation point.
As for Subordinate 6, since Subordinates 4 and 5 instilled a sense of crisis in the observation point, Subordinate 6 should be given
a strong sense of security. Otherwise, given the observation point's behavioral patterns and psychology, without a strong sense of security,
there's a high probability it won't step out of the safety zone again. Solidifying Subordinate 6's life source and soul source is based on the observation point
's behavioral patterns. According to the plan, Subordinates 2 or 3 should possess the mind-to-mind connection system. However,
due to the appearance of Subordinates 4 and 5, Subordinates 1-3 must be blocked. Therefore, I can only inject Subordinate 6. But
because Subordinate 6 has never had a soul seed injected, forcibly injecting the mind-to-mind connection system would lead to unpredictable changes, so I
shut down Subordinate 6's potential for growth.
Observation points 2, 4, 6, and 7 have been operating outside the safety zone for a long time. If Subordinate 5 doesn't leave soon
, and the time is further extended, it will bring unpredictable changes to the observation points outside. (A sharp voice
rang out: What about Observation Point 1? Why not mention Observation Point 1?) Yes, Observation Point 1 is a crucial point
. It was Observation Point 1's actions that led to my handling of Observation Point 5. After all, Observation Point 1 was enough to allow our
plan to proceed within the prescribed scope. If we add Observation Point 5, I can only regretfully say that if the investigation
team does not approve of my handling of the matter, I will resign from my position as the overall person in charge of the plan and
will not bear any responsibility for any consequences of the plan. "
A sharp voice rang out" You are arrogant. Are you threatening us? Are you threatening the Ministry of Civil Affairs, the Ministry of the Military, and the Headquarters
? Do you think you alone can complete the entire plan? "
A deep voice rang out" Ha, who dares to represent all three parties! How arrogant. As the representative of the Ministry of the Military, I
represent only myself and express my absolute trust in xa001. "
A sharp voice rang out" You, very well. I will report the truth. And you, xa001,
I will report every word you say. "Sir, I protest the military representative's
remarks to xa001 before the joint investigation team reached any conclusions ."
A solemn voice rang out. "Your Excellencies, I hope you can restrain yourselves. On behalf of the joint investigation team, I announce that
we will take a break. Please follow me.
"

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