The Source of the End - Chapter Two

Chapter Two: The Beginning
This was an extremely well-hidden underground base. In the vast space, a massive cylindrical structure stood at the center,
filled with a large amount of blue liquid. Its base was connected to sophisticated equipment and pipes, shimmering with a faint light.
A figure stood before a screen, his hands rapidly operating it.
"Collection center detection complete, everything normal..."
The electronic voice sounded again, but this time it was replaced by a clear, sweet female voice, continuing to report various information: "Due to
entering the third phase, all collection stations on the planet are now shut down."
"Are you sure you want to concentrate all resources here?"
"Yes, and also retrieve the supplies from that station. Let me see what's left."
The figure previously referred to as "Source" stopped operating and turned to walk towards a flat space. Slowly,
shelves rose up beside him, filled with all sorts of weapons and equipment used by humans, and even several old-
fashioned military armored vehicles.
"Resource concentration is expected to take three weeks to complete."
"Speed up, time is running out. Also, conduct a body scan; I need to head to the target location."
He moved back and forth among the shelves, selecting suitable weapons and equipment.
A metal sphere the size of a head followed closely behind him, hovering in mid-air, several stripes on its surface
shimmering with bright blue light.
A sweet electronic female voice emanated from the sphere: "The target location you set is
the location where Collector 5937 died; this is unrelated to the third phase of the mission."
*Click!* The assault rifle clanged crisply in the "Source Body's" hands, its barrel deformed from the immense force.
His deep eyes shone with an unwavering gaze as he slowly aimed at the metal sphere suspended in mid-air: "Are you doubting
my abilities?"
"You misunderstand. I just wanted to help you complete the mission as quickly as possible."
Discarding the deformed weapon, he casually picked up a combat sword with only a hilt, carefully
examining the metal sphere in mid-air: "Hmph! Every Collector's death is recorded with detailed data, except for 5937, whose data
is a complete mess."
"And the satellite data for that area shows a humanoid life form detected before 5937's death, but
it suddenly vanished afterward. My intuition tells me there will be many interesting things there."
He pressed a button on the hilt, and a sharp blade hidden within instantly sprang out. The slender blade was a full three
feet long, which he casually swung in his hand: "Also, I don't like you like this. Change to something more presentable...
"
The cold wind on the wasteland was icy and biting. Another uninvited guest had arrived in the dilapidated town today.
The massive skeleton, which should have been intact, was cruelly split in two. Not far away, a desiccated corpse
lay buried in the sand, its lifeless remains a testament to nature's cruelty.
"No external injuries, no signs of poisoning, intact skeleton, all organs and soft tissues liquefied,
cause of death unknown," a sweet, electronic female voice announced, its tone dry and monotonous. However, the "Source" itself could hear these sounds.
Bending down to pick up the skull, and glancing at the still-grotesque skeleton of the beast beside it, the "Source" said seriously
, "Give me detailed information on this area."
The "Source's" eyes suddenly flashed, and a huge 3D map projection appeared out of thin air before it,
its surface crisscrossed with countless lines dividing the map into regions of varying sizes.
The map shrunk to a bright red area, and various data appeared: "This area is a high-
risk zone. The highest level of collectors is A, the number is unknown, and there is an abandoned military camp..."
"Collector 5937 is a third-tier evolved human. Humans would have to pay a huge price to kill him,
but apart from the corpse of a D-level collector, there are no other traces at the scene." His handsome face was extremely solemn.
He really wanted to see this so-called murderer.
Staring at the empty eyes of the skull, he pondered repeatedly, as if trying to find some clues: "
Show me detailed information about all the surrounding areas, all the forces."
The 3D projection was quickly enlarged again, and several markers appeared on the map, along with information on various forces,
and even simulated images of people. His gaze swept back and forth across the map, finally settling on a blonde, blue-eyed
woman, whose information also appeared.
"Name: Isabella Bellina" "Identity: City Lord" "Location: Stone City, Private Territory,
Safe Zone, Population 500,000"
The 3D image of the blonde woman was incredibly lifelike. Her beautiful face made the source body's lips curl into a slight smile. He dropped
the skull in his hand, and the 3D projection disappeared.
"Heh... interesting."
"But this is irrelevant to the third stage mission," the electronic voice immediately reminded him.
"Alright! When we get there, we're sure to find something wonderful..."
A fifty-meter-high alloy city wall formed a vast defensive line. The cracks and rust on the wall,
under the dim sunlight, exuded antiquity and vicissitude. Even now, the numbers painted on the wall were still visible.
Dilapidated vehicles shuttled back and forth, and dirty and tired crowds jostled each other, vying to enter the thirty-
meter-wide steel city gate.
Inside was a fifteen-meter-long passage, with a huge iron wall standing in the middle, dividing the passage in two. It also
separated the refugees from the vehicles.
This was the only entrance to Stone City.
Armed men, their fierce and menacing faces scanning the crowd, occupied the perimeter. Their old-fashioned
military uniforms, tailored to the style of the past, combined with their poorly maintained firearms, still exuded an intimidating aura.
"I'm from the city! Let me in!"
"Open the carriage! Let me check what's inside!"
"One hundred dollars for entry! Next!"
The cacophony of voices filled the air. Every day, countless people wanted to enter the city, but no one wanted to leave.
Compared to becoming food for monstrous beasts outside, it was better to live a life of hardship in the city, perhaps even making a name for oneself
.
A middle-aged man in tattered clothes, clutching a few worn banknotes and what he considered valuable odds and ends, knelt
before a burly, armed guard, pleading for pity: "This is all my possessions,
I'll give it all to you... please... let me in!"
"Get out! Who wants your trash?" The bear-like man kicked the man to the ground, picked up his rifle butt, and began
to smash it against the cowering man.
Screams and wails mingled, chilling the long procession waiting to enter the city.
The clanging of the rifle butt, the cracking of bones, and the splattering blood drew jeers from the surrounding guards.
The half-dead man was lifted up and carried into the city.
But what awaited him was not the exit at the end of the passage, but a dark gatehouse blending seamlessly with steel.
The farce finally ended, and the leader shouted at the top of his lungs, "Listen up, everyone! The entrance fee is
one hundred dollars per person! If you don't have the money, get out! If you don't want to leave, stay outside the walls. I don't mind having free bait
to lure in monsters!"
Bandit raids, harsh living conditions, and the settlement being invaded by monsters? Whatever the reason, the refugees
had no choice but to seek refuge here in search of safe haven.
But for those who had just survived the disaster, the entrance fee of one hundred dollars was practically draining them dry.
The bloody example they had just witnessed told them that while it was possible to enter the city without money, that dark gatehouse was definitely
not a safe haven. With several sentry posts and numerous armed personnel on the city walls, who dared to act recklessly? They could only reluctantly hand over
one hundred dollars to gain entry.
Nat sat leisurely in the rest area of the city gate outpost, legs crossed, smoking a cigarette.
He spat disdainfully at the crowd of refugees in the distance. He had just brutally raped a woman who couldn't afford to enter the city in the gatehouse, using her mouth
to clean his filthy penis.
This kind of thing happened frequently. Women and even men with a little bit of attractiveness, unable to afford enough money to enter
the city, were humiliated and played with before being handed over to slave traders.
Strong as a savage black bear, with a hairy chest and a grotesque, twisted face, coupled with his second-tier enhanced
human strength, Nat became the captain here.
Wiping the cigarette butt off the sole of his shoe, his greedy eyes continued to search for satisfactory prey among the refugees entering the city
.
Although reluctant, his attire was undeniably eye-catching. The well-crafted, form-fitting combat uniform
accentuated his strong, muscular physique. Neat military trousers and sturdy, shiny black boots, combined with his handsome features—far from fierce or
menacing—and skin even whiter than a woman's,
made him appear breathtakingly beautiful. However, his muscular arms and
the two Colt Python revolvers gleaming in his holsters added to the allure. His icy gaze was unapproachable, and his slightly upturned
lips exuded a sinister confidence and disdain. People hesitated to approach, making way for him
.
Nat watched the man draw closer. He had no liking for such men; what good were good-looking men
, except for groveling and offering their buttocks for others' amusement?
In the hands of such a effeminate person, superior equipment was merely a beautiful but useless decoration—a complete waste!
He actually hoped the man couldn't afford the entrance fee, so he'd have a good reason to toy with him.
So he forced what he thought was a gentle smile and voice, deliberately raising the price: "Hehehe
... five hundred dollars for the entrance fee! If you don't have the money, get out!"
Reality is often different from imagination. The man unhesitatingly pulled out five hundred-dollar bills and placed them
on the registration counter. Even the soldier collecting the fees was stunned, but being a regular at registration, he habitually
asked, "Name?"
"Ace."
After saying that, he walked into the city amidst many complicated gazes.
Ace? He'd never heard that name before in the city; apparently, he wasn't some runaway rich kid.
Nat immediately categorized him as easy prey.
"Wait!"
A massive figure blocked Ace's path, his smile ugly and ferocious. He
pointed at Ace's equipment and weapons: "Civilians entering the city must hand over all equipment! Strip naked before you go in."
"Oh? Is that so?"
The other's voice was unexpectedly calm. His upright posture seemed frozen, with no further movement, only
the previous cold words.
Although Ace was already 1.8 meters tall, he was still a head shorter than Nat. Seeing this
, the surrounding soldiers also picked up their weapons, and the machine gun sights of the watchtower instantly locked onto Ace.
"Enough!"
The voice was rough and deep. The combination of faded camouflage trousers and a combat vest clearly showed several hideous scars on his body . The combination of wrinkles, beard, and gray hair revealed his age, but also added 　　a lot of authority
to him . 　　 Those who knew him respectfully called him Uncle Krell. Approaching sixty, he was the sole 　　garrison commander of Stone City, having created nearly thirty years of peace with the power of a fifth-tier enhanced human. 　　 "Let him in," Krell commanded, speaking to Nate beside him. 　　 "Boss… this…" 　　 Uncle Krell stopped Nate, and only after Ace gradually disappeared from their sight did he sigh and 　　say, "You should be grateful you escaped with your life." 　　 Seeing Nate's continued confusion, he added, "We are both enhanced humans, our senses are so powerful that we can 　　distinguish strength based on biological signals, or detect any object within a certain range." 　　 "But just now, I felt like I had turned back into an ordinary person. If I didn't use my eyes or ears, I couldn't sense 　　his presence at all…" 　　 Nate's eye twitched, completely unable to refute, because he knew the old man's temper. He could only 　　vent his resentment and anger on the refugees who wanted to enter the city after him. 　　 The interior of Stone City is triangular in shape and divided into three areas: the walled area is the largest, the inner city is in the middle 　　, and the core area is at the end of the triangle. A 30-meter-wide avenue extends from the city gate to the core area, connecting the entire Stone City.

The walled district is home to newly arrived refugees, densely packed with old brick houses, occasionally revealing two- or three-story bungalows.
In contrast, the inner city is filled with buildings remnants of the past, decorated by merchants as various bars and brothels;
even buildings that once served as shopping centers have become the largest slave market.
The core area is the residence of the city lord and heads of powerful families, housing the fortress's core system underground, supplying daily
electricity and water.
Currently, most of the system's functions are malfunctioning; although the food production cycle system still operates, it cannot
meet the needs of the population.
Were it not for its unique geographical location at the intersection of several trade routes, it wouldn't have become a
large city with a population of half a million. Black market traders, slave traders, and mercenary groups all gather here, creating the bustling yet chaotic
Stone City.
The Stone City office building sits in the very center of the core area, heavily guarded, with armed guards patrolling everywhere
.
At this moment, the office's lobby is filled with a large, disorganized crowd. There were elegantly dressed merchants and
mercenaries reeking of blood and sweat, gathered in twos and threes; some paced back and forth in the hall, while others sat in
the central circular reception area to inquire about matters.
Six relatively intact large LCD screens hung from the ceiling of the reception area, constantly displaying information.
Several attractive, scantily clad receptionists moved back and forth among the crowd, seemingly unconcerned about the men's
undisguised stares.
The setup here resembled an old-fashioned bank, with a corresponding receptionist at each window.
Ace walked straight to an empty window and sat down.
"Excuse me! How can I help you?"
Sitting opposite him was a smiling young female receptionist in a simple uniform, her collar seemingly unbuttoned
, allowing for a free view of her breasts, which were constricted by her bra.
Ace took a palm-sized, delicate box from his pocket and handed it over, saying in an unyielding tone, "I
need to see the city lord."
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No."
Opening the box, he found a rod-shaped metal rod, about the size of three fingers, with
strange trefoil symbols printed on it that she couldn't understand.
The receptionist's smile instantly froze. Her first reaction was to categorize this man as a troublemaking madman.
There were many like that, constantly clamoring to see the city lord, but actually having no ability whatsoever, treating any junk as a
treasure. If it weren't for his handsome appearance, she would have had the guards throw him out long ago.
Perhaps it was the added advantage of his handsome face, coupled with Ace's serious expression and firm tone, that made her
feel things weren't as simple as she'd imagined. She replied somewhat stiffly, "Please wait a moment..." Half an hour later, a young woman wearing a blouse and skirt suit, her voluptuous figure 　　swaying
with each step , her figure-hugging blouse stretched high by her large, full breasts, making it impossible to button 　　the top two buttons. 　　 With undisguised indifference and arrogance on her face, under the hungry gazes of countless men in the hall, she 　　walked directly to Ace in her high heels, puffing out her disproportionately large breasts, and 　　said in a sickeningly sweet tone, "Hello, I'm the city lord's assistant, Talisa. The city lord is currently not receiving guests. 　　If you need anything, you can tell me. Please come with me..." 　　 Actually, the position of city lord's assistant wasn't particularly prestigious, but Talisa's status as another city lord's "sister" 　　instantly elevated her status. 　　 So, amidst the many complex gazes in the lobby, the assistant named Talisa led Ace step by 　　step towards the conference room on the second floor… 　　 Ace leaned back on the leather sofa, the tea on the mahogany table emitting a fragrant aroma. His gaze traveled from the exquisitely crafted 　　high heels upwards, past the straight legs encased in black stockings, and finally settled on her flawless 　　face: “I think you should know what this is.” 　　 He pushed a sophisticated box on the table in front of Talisa. She opened it and saw a neatly arranged 　　rod-shaped metal rod inside, with a prominent radiation warning sign. 　　 Holding it in her hand, she examined it closely, her fingers gently pressing on the circle of the trefoil symbol. The metal rod 　　unfolded into a T-shape, extending out a green liquid contained within sophisticated instruments, emitting a bright light. 　　 "The energy supply for each fortress's core area comes from underground reactors, but 　　the fuel for these reactors is extremely difficult to produce. I believe Stone City's fuel is running low. How long can it last? A year?" 　　 "I've investigated. The energy fuel for major cities is handled by the Alliance, requiring massive amounts of resources in exchange. 　　It's not that Stone City's system is incomplete, but rather that there isn't enough fuel to activate other functions. The Alliance 　　uses this method to control you so-called forces." 　　 As one of the city lord's three assistants, Talisha was very clear about the value of this. 　　 The Alliance is composed of several survivor groups, possessing the knowledge and wealth left by their ancestors. The only thing that makes the world 　　remember this terrifying entity is money—the banknotes bearing the Alliance's logo originate from the Alliance. 　　 So far, the Alliance hasn't attacked other survivor groups, seemingly without ambition, allowing them to develop unchecked. Their only interest 　　lies with alien beasts and evolved humans. 　　 The Alliance establishes stations in various survivor gathering points and cities, exchanging supplies and medicine for alien beast corpses. 　　Their purpose is unknown, forming a subtle relationship with other survivor groups. 　　 "Speak, what do you need?" 　　 "I only need to see your city lord." The firm tone on Ace's handsome face made him seem exceptionally serious. 　　 "You're not joking?" 　　 "No." 　　 The answer surprised Talisa greatly. She had expected the excessively handsome man before her to make some kind of exorbitant 　　price and demand, but it turned out he only wanted to see the city lord. It was very inexplicable . 　　 "The city lord is not in the city at the moment. You can stay here for now, and I will inform you when he returns." After saying 　　that, she lifted her long legs and walked lightly to Ace's side, her shapely buttocks, cinched tightly in her suit skirt, facing Ace.

She pressed herself against him, unconcerned that her long legs, encased in black stockings, collided with his.
Her large breasts had already sandwiched Ace's arms between them. She raised her slender hand, holding a card, and placed it precisely
between Ace's thigh and penis.
"This pass allows you to go anywhere in Stone City... even... my room..." Her
seductive voice released a fragrant breath, which brushed against Ace's face. This tactic of Talisha's almost always worked on men
.
However, his handsome face remained unchanged, and the reply he received was a simple, calm sentence:
"No, I want to go for a walk outside."
The card was also forcefully snatched from his hand, and the arms between his breasts pushed him away. The unexpected reaction
forced Talisa, a seasoned veteran of many battles, to force a stiff smile: "I... I'll see you out."
Once the man was out of sight, Talisa returned to the conference room, reclined on the sofa,
stretched like a sleepy cat, and sighed, "Hey... Sister Lina, who is he? Why does he
insist on seeing you?"
"I've never seen him before, and I don't know what he wants." A slender figure stood by the window, gazing
thoughtfully in the direction Ace had gone. Her golden hair was neatly styled, and the combination of her high heels and black vintage dress
made her appear even more elegant.
Seeing her sister so serious, Talisha chuckled, "I think he's quite handsome, Lina...
Is he your secret lover? He's so eager to see you."
"What kind of time is this to joke around? Go try him again, see if you can get anything out of him..."
...
The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and the smoke of cigarettes. The intoxicating music and flickering lights reflected the desires of the crowd
. Scantily clad prostitutes moved through the throng. In an era lacking entertainment, cigarettes,
alcohol, and women had become ways for people to release stress.
Ace downed the murky liquid in his glass in one gulp, leaning against the bar, a
book he'd somehow acquired.
The cover was worn, the writing blurry, the pages yellowed or looked like they'd been gnawed by insects, yet he
read it with keen interest.
Old William was the bartender and owner of this bar. He'd seen plenty of men who came to bars; they were all just
hormone-fueled idiots, easily drained of their money by cheap drinks and heavily made-up prostitutes! But
what was this man?
Coming to the bar to read? He'd never seen anything like it in his life.
The crisp sound of high heels clicking on the floor, and a pair of long, straight legs, alluringly outlined in black stockings,
caught Ace's eye out of the corner of his eye. His gaze shifted from the book; his voluptuous figure was
tightly bound by a slightly small lace slip dress, and even without a bra, the deep lines of his large breasts were clearly visible.
Talisha knew she was beautiful, and with her unusual attire for the era, she could drive any man
crazy. Yet, the man before her remained unmoved, uttering the unexpected question,
"Are you here to take me to see the city lord?"
Her radiant smile froze, and she awkwardly evaded the question, saying, "Would you like something to drink? It
's on me."
She then sat down intimately beside Ace, extending her slender right hand to naturally stroke his
back, her soft waist pressing against his body, exuding a faint fragrance.
"Warning! High levels of potent hormones detected. Activating source protection attachments."
A sudden electronic voice echoed in Ace's mind, causing his deep, calm eyes to light up with excitement
.
Unexpected events always come one after another. At the same time, a glass bottle still containing alcohol shattered
on the bar counter not far from Ace, the crisp sound of breaking glass attracting the attention of the crowd in the bar.
At first, everyone was surprised and curious, but when they saw the brightly dressed Talissa at the bar and the silly
boy with a book beside her, their feelings gradually turned into intense jealousy. Looking back at the direction the bottle had flown, a look
of schadenfreude crept onto their faces.
Nat was extremely annoyed today. He'd encountered this brat while on duty at the entrance and swallowed his anger. He hadn't gotten anything good from the rest of the day, so 　　he could only try to forget his troubles
at night with cheap alcohol and cheap prostitutes . 　　 From the moment Talissa entered the bar, his hungry gaze hadn't left her. Every 　　man in the city knew that there were four of the most beautiful women in the city: the city lord and her three assistants. 　　 Of course, the most beautiful woman in the rumors was the city lord, a fifth-tier evolved human. Any man who dared to make a move on her would 　　be dead before he could even die. He could only fantasize and relieve himself through masturbation. As for the other three incompetent assistants, 　　they were already sick of hearing about their affairs with nobles and wealthy merchants in the city. 　　 Seeing Talisa strut down beside that brat from earlier that day, looking like a slut, and then 　　glancing back at the prostitute he was holding in his arms—a woman whose beauty couldn't be enhanced by makeup—his anger exploded instantly. 　　 So what if she's handsome! With the strength of a second-tier enhanced human, he could crush this pale-faced brat 　　like an ant! 　　 Dragging his strong, bear-like body, reeking of alcohol, he slumped heavily beside Talisa, his thick, 　　hairy arms creaking against the bar. His face, bulging with fat, contorted into a vicious, grotesque 　　smile: "Talisa, you actually like this kind of thing? Can this effeminate guy satisfy you?" 　　 Laughter and whistles filled the bar, making the atmosphere even more chaotic. Nat's gaze swept over Talisa's alluring figure 　　, inhaling deeply her fragrant scent. For some reason, his breathing grew heavier, and his anger began 　　to transform into an exciting pleasure. 　　 "Nat, you'd better know who you're talking to!" Talisha's expression gradually turned cold. If it weren't for 　　her sister's rules, she would have torn this idiot to pieces long ago. 　　 "Stop pretending to be innocent! Everyone in the city knows about your dirty secrets. What? Last time you spent 　　the whole night with that fat, pig-like swindler! Oh, and the other day the Fierce Tiger Mercenary Group got their hands on some monster carcasses!"

"I heard you served them well all day!"
The blatant words elicited even louder laughter from the men present, while the prostitutes
attacked this self-righteous slut with mocking and envious glances.
"I dare say! That soft-skinned kid next to Talisa! He must be even more fun to fuck!" A muscular
white man, his gaze not lingering on Talisa, was fixed on Ace beside her, greedily
licking his lips.
His companion slapped his buttocks: "Haha! Come on! Let me
tell you... last time I only lasted a few rounds with Talisa before I was done for... especially those two...
"
"You're just bragging! How much money do you have? I heard that slut charges three thousand dollars a night! Can
you afford that?" Another companion squeezed the flat breasts of the prostitute in his arms, fantasizing about
the feel of Talisa's full breasts.
Seeing that Talisa was the rare target of everyone's attention, the prostitutes quickly seized the opportunity: "She's clearly a
whore... just because the city lord is backing her up, she's got a big ego!"
"Oh... three thousand? I only need three hundred... and I have ten times more tricks than that slut!"
Old William saw the atmosphere becoming increasingly tense. Although he was curious to see
what kind of amazing thing this silly boy with the book would do, he was the owner of the bar.
"Nate, don't cause me any trouble! Neither I nor old man Krell can afford the responsibility."
"Old man William, mind your own business..." Nate's drunken words suddenly stopped because
the young man next to Talisa had stood up. The laughter and chatter around them stopped instantly. Just
when everyone thought the show was about to begin, Ace turned around without a word and walked straight towards the bar's door.
As Ace disappeared through the door, contempt and disdain surged forth amidst the murmurs of the crowd. The comments
were nothing more than "trash," "coward," and some even spat in disdain. In this era, no one respected
the weak.
Embarrassment and anger flickered across Talisha's face. Coupled with the lewd and humiliating gazes of the men and women around her
, she gritted her teeth and spat out a furious, "You better remember this!" Amidst the jeers of the crowd,
she swayed her hips, her full breasts heaving, and strode out of the bar.
Nat gulped down a mouthful of cheap liquor, and more and more strange thoughts began to surface in his mind. He winked at
his companions not far away, licked his lips with his large tongue, and then, with his friends in twos and threes, they stepped
out of the bar.
"What a bunch of idiots, all they do is cause trouble!" Old William grabbed one of his
henchmen who was still egging him on and slapped him hard. "Stop making a scene! Hurry up and go check it out. If anything happens, inform the city lord
... Go! Go now!"
...
In the old two-story bungalow, lewd laughter and women's struggles and screams mingled in the spacious room
. A pair of hands, through the lace fabric, were desperately kneading Talissa's proud breasts.
Nat stood behind her, gripping her wrists tightly, his thick thighs clamping down on her long, black-stockinged legs,
allowing the man standing in front of her to enjoy the two soft mounds of flesh.
"Damn it! I've wanted to play with these tits for a long time."
The large hand roughly tore the lace straps, and the huge breasts finally broke free and jumped out, full of elasticity without
any sagging or loosening, forming a lovely heart shape. At the top of the beautiful curve, a pair of pink
and tender nipples stood proudly erect, causing the surrounding men to burst into lewd laughter.
"Let me go right now, or you'll regret it!" Talisa was already in pain from Nat's brute force binding her, cold sweat
pouring from her forehead. The seven men around her were already blinded by alcohol and lust; threats had
no effect on them. "Do you know what you're doing?!"
"Hehehe...of course we know! We're fucking you!"
Talisa was forcefully pressed onto the bed by Nat, the lace fabric tearing away piece by piece. He buried his face
between her alluring breasts, his large hands kneading and playing with them while his mouth opened to take her pink nipples into his mouth,
tasting the left and then the right, his tongue deftly circling the areolas before his teeth nibbled at the nipples.
The men tacitly grabbed Talisa's resisting hands and trembling legs, which, while giving Nat
the wonderful feeling of the soft silk stockings, also hindered his enjoyment.
"Behave yourself!" A heavy punch landed on her flat stomach. Nate deliberately controlled his strength,
otherwise killing this woman wouldn't be fun.
"No... let... let go... me... ah!" Talisha's angry screams were interrupted by the sharp pain in her abdomen. She
twisted her body to protest this savage invasion. Her body covered in sweat only aroused the men's lust.
"Pah! This slut, she's already wet after just a few strokes. She must get fucked a lot!"
"She's not even wearing underwear and she's already seducing that pretty boy! She's clearly a whore but pretends to be high and mighty!"
"I can't wait any longer!"
The surrounding men started taking off their clothes. Nate, who was already naked, stood there with his
thick penis, which was over 20 centimeters long. Blood vessels were densely packed under the skin of his penis, and a drop of viscous fluid hung from the grotesque glans
.
"I'm going to fuck you to death!" Nat roared, pouncing on Talisa like a raging bear. He
hooked her long, black-stockinged legs, grabbed her large, white breasts, and brutally thrust his thick penis into her wet, fleshy hole.
The huge shaft reached her clitoris without reservation, and the soft, warm walls of her vagina immediately enveloped the intruder,
squeezing and massaging his penis. The soft flesh of her clitoris gently rubbed against the glans, making Nat
howl with pleasure, "Fuck, this feels so good!"
"Ah...!" The pain in her abdomen and the dual sensation of being penetrated made Talisa instinctively squeeze
her legs together. The thick penis began to thrust in and out rapidly, each thrust filling her tender vagina, each
penetration reaching her clitoris, and each withdrawal retreating to the entrance of her tender hole.
Her full breasts changed shape in his hands, and he felt the wonderful texture of her flesh. The soft texture of the stockings on his legs
rubbed against Nat's waist, prompting him to thrust more fiercely and vigorously.
As Talisa gasped for breath, Nat's tongue slipped into her mouth, sucking and swirling frantically. Talisa
felt as if a mountain was pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe.
"Ugh...ugh...mmm!" The pain in her abdomen, combined with the intense thrusting of his penis inside her vagina, gradually transformed
into an intoxicating pleasure, bringing Talisa to orgasm amidst the pain! Then, streams of thick semen
gushed out rhythmically, filling Talisa's clitoris.
"So good...!" Raising his hips and panting heavily, Nat felt still full of energy despite having just ejaculated
. Before the beautiful flesh beneath him could catch its breath, he tightly embraced Talisa's waist and continued thrusting.
"Hey! Nat! How many times are you going to fuck me! There are so many people waiting! They can't take it anymore!" Seeing
Nat enjoying himself alone, the surrounding men began to shout loudly.
"Hehehe! A woman's body has more than one place to fuck!" Nat's ugly face was filled with a wicked smile.
He grabbed Talisa, flipped her over, and made her straddle him. He slowly spread her round buttocks, and as soon as her pink
anus was exposed, a penis was thrust directly inside.
"Ah!...It hurts...ah!" Her anus was being invaded. Although she had used it many times before,
the tearing sensation caused by the forced opening still made Talisa scream loudly in pain.
Another man took the opportunity to grab her head, stuff his penis into her mouth, and thrust hard while holding her head down. Her
breasts were also constantly kneaded into various shapes. The three penises rhythmically thrust in and out.
"Slut! Hold on tight!" Her flailing hands were grabbed by two men, pressed against her swollen genitals
, and rubbed against them desperately. But even so, the two men couldn't get a chance to enjoy Talisa's beautiful flesh.
One, throbbing with desire, used her torn lace underskirt to rub against his own penis, while the other picked up her fallen
high heels and greedily sucked on their faint scent of sweat.
"Ugh...ugh...ugh!" The penis thrusting in and out of her mouth was already making it hard for Talisa to breathe. The sudden ejaculation of
hot semen choked her, bringing tears to her eyes. Two more penises continued to ravage her body. If it weren't for her
special constitution, she would have already passed out from these savage men.
"Ugh...ah...I won't forgive you...ugh!" The penis just pulled from her mouth gave her a brief
moment to catch her breath. Thick semen overflowed from her mouth, flowing down her neck and chest. To speak, she had to swallow some
, but before she could finish, another penis was thrust into her mouth.
"Ah...you filthy bitch! How dare you bite me!" Just as he was enjoying Talisha's soft, tender mouth and about
to thrust his penis all the way down to her throat, he felt a sharp pain in his lower body. Like an enraged monkey, the man
quickly pulled out his penis, saw a row of clear teeth marks on it, and slapped her across the face with bloodshot eyes.
The bright red handprint on her fair cheek was extremely conspicuous, and the red liquid slowly dripping from the corner of her mouth further aroused
the man's lust. Staring at Talisha's defiant eyes, he slapped her again. "Suck it properly, or I'll
break your jaw and I'll still be able to do it!"
Due to her sister's rules, Talisha reluctantly narrowed her eyes, opened her small mouth like a seasoned prostitute, and stuck out
her fragrant tongue to lick the thick penis back and forth, silently enduring wave after wave of attacks from the group of men.
The thick penis kept invading the tender flesh of her anus, and the even larger penis inside her vagina filled her completely.
To relieve the pain, her body secreted more and more love fluid.
The relentless onslaught finally overwhelmed the man, who thrust his penis deep into her anus
, ejaculating into Talisa's rectum. Overwhelmed by pleasure, he slapped her round
buttocks wildly, twisting and pinching her until he had released all his semen, before reluctantly withdrawing
his penis.
"Alright! My turn!" The man next to her, still masturbating with the lace dress, hurriedly pushed aside
the man who had just finished ejaculating. Ignoring the torn lace fabric still clinging to his penis, he thrust directly into Talisa's anus,
pumping violently.
"Ahhhhhh... Ugh!" Talisa screamed in agony. The simultaneous insertion of two penises was
already excruciating, but the lace-covered penises thrusting in and out of her anus amplified the pain
many times over, like being scraped and cut by countless tiny blades, a burning, stinging pain that was suffocatingly
numbing.
The sounds of wanton intercourse and heavy breathing continued in the room, much quieter than the hallway outside.
A figure sat leaning against the windowsill at the end of the hallway, turning the yellowed pages of a book with relish
.
Nat had ejaculated four times inside Talisa before finally releasing her most pleasurable opening. He sat to the side, smoking
a cheap cigarette, watching Talisa crawl on the bed like a dog, serving the two men from both ends.
His limp penis began to stir again.
"This bitch is really good to fuck, I never get tired of it," the man in front of Talisa said, one hand holding
her head, grabbing her hair, thrusting wildly and roughly. A series of violent thrusts pulled his penis out of her mouth
, hot semen spraying onto Talisa's face in waves.
Talisa couldn't remember how many times she had orgasmed. Her long legs, encased in black stockings, were covered in tears
and white fluid. Her face and chest were stained with semen. These energetic men had been fucking her for
three hours straight and hadn't stopped yet.
"Mmm... ah..." The man behind her ejaculated again. Her vagina was already filled with thick, white semen, which dripped
slowly down her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Black lace fabric mixed with the sticky fluid was still stuffed into her swollen anus
.
"Nat, fucking this bitch was fun, but if she runs to the city lord and complains about us tomorrow, we'll be
fed to the monsters." One of the men, having finished, leaned against the headboard. To his right, another man was still holding Talisa's
long legs, frantically fucking her vagina.
"Sigh...what a pity. I wanted to sleep with such a beautiful woman a few more times, but she definitely won't let us go
. So..." With that, Nat raised his hand in a throat-slitting gesture, "We'll get ready and
run out of the city as soon as possible. The world is so big, surely there's room for us?"
"You...you deserve to die!" Spitting out the sticky liquid in her mouth, still being relentlessly pounded by the man beneath her, Talisa
whispered, "I...want to eat...eat...your disgusting flesh...piece by piece..."
"Hahaha! Aren't you eating me right now with your lower mouth?!" Talisa's strange words
elicited bursts of laughter from the seven men
. "Maybe if you please us, we might change our minds! Hahaha!" "Ugh! I can't hold back...!" The words provoked the man to ejaculate again, every 　　last drop
of his semen pouring into Talisa's body. 　　 Looking down at the lewd flesh beneath her, the torn stockings and semen-soaked lower body, the smooth abdomen and 　　face bearing a bright red fist mark and a palm print respectively, the large breasts covered in purplish-blue pinch marks, the disheveled hair 　　unable to conceal the eerie smile stained with semen. 　　 Wait! An eerie smile? 　　 Uh! 　　 Before the man could react, a sharp bone blade pierced his skull, then 　　lashed out at the man on his left, slicing both men in two along with the headboard. 　　 "What is this! Ah! A monster!" The men, recovering from their lust, jumped up, frantically 　　searching their clothes for weapons. 　　 One man, still rummaging through his clothes for a gun, had just grasped an old-fashioned pistol when a sharp bone blade 　　pierced him from behind, severing the weapon in his hand. 　　 "Bang...bang...ah!...bang!" The continuous gunshots and heart-wrenching screams echoed through the night sky of Stone 　　City. In this chaotic era, people were long accustomed to such sounds; even in the inner city, they 　　didn't attract the guards' attention. 　　 "Die, monster!" A heavy punch slammed into the monster before him. As a second-tier enhanced 　　human, Nate's punch could generate over a thousand kilograms of force, and his physical strength and reflexes were 20 　　times greater than those of an ordinary person. Yet, even with such power, the monster still managed to leave several bloody, thin wounds on his body. 　　 The immense force of the punch sent the monster flying, allowing Nate to clearly see Talisa's true form. 　　 Two long, slender legs split into four enormous bone spikes, with tattered stockings still visible hanging from them. Like 　　a spider, it propped up her still-human-like upper body. Her already slender arms and fingers stretched even longer, and 　　ten fingers that had transformed into bone spikes formed a large web aimed at him. A long, thin tail had two bone blades spread 　　out in a Y-shape. All six other men had died in this storm of bone blades. 　　 Nat, in a fighting stance, swallowed hard as he stared at Talisa's gaping maw. Her once 　　beautiful face was now split in two at the mouth, revealing countless tentacles and sharp fangs. 　　 As the captain of the gate guards, he had fought many kinds of monsters, but perhaps 　　because he was naked this time, coupled with the shattered corpses of his companions and the blood-soaked ground around him, he broke out in a cold sweat. 　　 What the hell is this thing?! 　　 He had no choice but to fight! 　　 Gritting his teeth, he mustered his courage and charged at the monster before him with a roar: "Fuck your mother!" 　　 He swung his right fist with all his might, striking Talisa's grotesque face with perfect accuracy, only to have his fist torn apart by her teeth 　　. 　　 Ignoring the deep cuts his tail made on his waist and back, Nat channeled the pain into 　　strength, lunging forward to Talisa, hooking her head with his right hand, and tightening his arms around 　　her neck! With all her might, she squeezed desperately! 　　 "Ah!! Die!!" 　　 The immense force around her neck seemed to tear her apart. Her fingers, now transformed into bone spurs, stabbed at Nat without hesitation—one 　　, two, ten! Piercing straight through Nat's body. "Ah!!" The force on her neck didn't lessen but intensified. Talisa 　　raised four sharp, spider-like toes, using Nat as a branch to clamp down. 　　 The sharp toes, like giant scissors, slowly cut into Nat's flesh. His bloodshot eyes 　　seemed to leap from their sockets as he opened his mouth to unleash his final rage: "I'm a second-tier enhanced human!!! 　　...You...you..." 　　 The corridor remained as calm as before. Blood slowly seeped from the crack in the door, and faint chewing 　　sounds came from inside the room. 　　 After a while, the door was gently pushed open, and a beautiful woman covered in blood, her private parts concealed by tattered clothing, 　　emerged. 　　 "Are the results out yet? What exactly is she?" Leaning against the windowsill at the end of the corridor, Ace 　　was still leisurely looking at the tattered book in his hands. 　　 A sweet voice echoed in his mind: "A mutant of the Collector type S, already possessing a human form. 　　The control crystal has failed, and it has been assimilated into part of the organs. The collection station has no production records for it. Its 　　overall strength is rated as a third-tier enhanced human. After devouring humans, it is growing towards the fourth tier. 　　 " "Interesting." He clasped the book together, placed it on the windowsill, and slowly drew two 　　Colt Python revolvers from his waist, aiming at the blood-covered Talisa not far away: "I told you, you 　　'll definitely find something wonderful here." 　　 Talisa was very shocked. With her current strength, she could already use her senses to detect some creatures nearby. The area 　　wasn't small, but it covered the entire bungalow. However, it wasn't until she stepped out of the room that she saw a figure 　　sitting on the windowsill at the end of the corridor. 　　 "Is it... that guy named Ace from earlier today?... " 　　 Her enhanced eyes allowed her to see clearly that the figure was the handsome man who had embarrassed her twice earlier that day. 　　Without a word, he pulled out his gun and opened fire on her. 　　 "Bang bang bang..." 　　 Like a normal human, her delicate body was knocked down by the immense impact of the bullets, the fabric covering her body was flung away, 　　revealing a blood-soaked flesh, lying motionless on the ground. 　　 Ace put away his gun, his military boots clicking crisply on the floor, and walked to the seemingly dead Talisa. 　　Suddenly! A sharp Y-shaped bone blade, with its long, thin tail, stabbed fiercely towards his head. 　　 *Whoosh!* The sound of air being sliced through abruptly stopped; the bright blade was less than 3 centimeters from Ace's head, just enough to...

His head was trapped in the Y-shaped gap, unable to move forward or backward.
His gloved hand gripped tightly at the junction of the tail and the bone blade.
No matter how hard she tried, Talisha couldn't break free from that seemingly fair but strong arm. Ace's
condescending gaze and the ghostly smile on his handsome face were the last images that flashed through her mind.
Because the next moment, his hand easily pierced her chest and the old concrete
floor, the immense force causing the second-floor ceiling to crack.
Ace slowly raised his arm, unfolding his blood-stained combat glove, revealing a
round crystal emitting a red glow.
He opened his military trouser pocket, took out a syringe, inserted it into the crystal, and drew out
a liquid even redder than blood. Having done this, he leisurely walked back to the windowsill, picked up a book with his other clean hand, and
disappeared from sight.
Meanwhile, in the brightly lit underground space, various instruments and equipment were scattered around
, and two pretty figures were busily fiddling with different machines.
"Sister Lina, this core energy fuel is real." Her long, black hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she wore
black-rimmed glasses, black stockings, and a standard black office lady outfit, complementing her sweet and charming appearance. She and Talisa
were both assistants to the city lord. Standing before the workbench filled with instruments, she carefully stored the fuel rods into boxes.
Upon hearing this result, the blonde woman who had been pacing back and forth finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that it's true.
This kind of resource is extremely important; many functions of the underground core require it to activate... Oh! By the way, it's almost
dawn, why hasn't Talisha returned yet?"
A series of hurried footsteps echoed in the underground passage. As the automatic door at the entrance opened, a graceful figure
appeared in the blonde woman's sight, only to be met with her anxious cry: "Sister, something terrible has happened! Talisha
... she's dead!" "
What!..."
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