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Beep—
Beep—
Beep—
The warning tone rang out.
— Charging status disconnected...
— Entering standby mode according to protocol...
No one was listening yet.
Time passed.
Beep—
Beep—
Beep—
— Battery remaining: below 50%...
— Charging failure confirmed...
— Entering ultra-low-power mode according to protocol...
Still, no one was listening.
The surroundings remained dark.
Time passed again.
Beep—
Beep—
Beep—
Now, the display glowed red.
— Battery remaining: below 10%...
— Initiating emergency preservation sequence according to protocol...
— System... stable...
— Structure... intact...
...
...
— Environmental scan...
— Entering active-response stage...
— Estimated remaining battery... 5%...
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Wuhan People’s Democratic Republic, recovery site.
The wounds left behind by the 9.1-magnitude megaquake that struck on November 13 of the previous year were still far from healed.
Barely two months had passed since then, and already the confirmed death toll had reached around 1.21 million, with 170,000 missing and over 1.6 million injured—an unprecedented catastrophe in human history that still, even now, loomed with its jaws open, hunting for more victims.
Doctor, seriously—when will the ground finally stabilize?
Sigh... there's still no clear timeframe. The stress in the fault line hasn't fully discharged yet. I’ve never seen anything like this—it's like someone intentionally concentrated the stress here.
Is that... even possible?
It shouldn’t be, not under natural circumstances... But now? I honestly don’t know anymore.
Aftershocks were still occurring dozens of times per day.
Those who could move had relocated elsewhere, but countless people continued to pour into Wuhan with all sorts of motives.
Hundreds of thousands of volunteers.
A torrent of relief supplies from all around the world.
Private corporations—especially those in construction—were dispatching enormous manpower and equipment to aid in the restoration of the city.
Among them were many renowned scientists who couldn’t suppress their curiosity.
Because this earthquake... was riddled with anomalies.
Sure, it was an earthquake that had been predicted to eventually occur in this region.
But now? At this magnitude? No one had expected that.
Public safety is our top priority! Please, Doctor—help me make the right call!
I want to help, but... right now, I really don’t have anything to say.
Ironically, the sheer scale of this disaster had made the surrounding areas safer.
A massive earthquake should normally trigger new fractures or stress buildup in nearby fault lines. But strangely enough, the Wuhan megaquake had relieved pressure in surrounding zones.
As if someone had deliberately channeled all tectonic stress beneath Wuhan.
That kind of thing... shouldn't happen... can't happen...!
The doctor—an expert who had spent his career researching fault lines in the Zhonghua region—felt a cold sweat trailing down his back.
If someone really could artificially induce earthquakes... no matter their intent, the outcome would be catastrophic.
He didn’t want to believe that was possible.
He didn’t think it was possible.
And yet...
The data was screaming that this horrific hypothesis wasn’t theory—it was truth.
Because if no one had manipulated tectonic stress, this entire scenario made no sense.
In the end, the doctor came to a conclusion.
I’ll go see the site myself... I don’t want to believe this data is real, either.
He decided to step into danger personally.
The official in charge, who ordinarily should have stopped him, saw his expression—and simply nodded.
Then I’ll go with you.
We’ll have to go deep underground... it’s dangerous down there.
That’s my duty.
The two of them agreed to go.
But then came the complication—
Higher authorities intervened, denying them entry, citing that a designated investigation team had already been assigned.
But what kind of logic was that? Shouldn’t every available hand be helping in a situation like this?
The more I look, the more suspicious it gets.
I was thinking the same. This place... there's definitely something here.
The two of them sensed something was wrong.
They decided to investigate without authorization.
Something deep beneath the earth was setting off alarm bells in their instincts.
Using their government ranks as leverage, they entered the restricted zone and began their exploration.
It was a chain of constant dangers.
Sinkholes appeared without warning.
Explosions from ruptured underground gas lines.
High-rises teetering on the edge of collapse finally crumbling to dust.
Then, one moment—
Their team noticed a particular sector where the land was sinking and collapsing far more frequently than elsewhere.
There’s... something here.
Looking closely, they spotted faint flickers of light deep in the cracks—and rhythmic vibrations strong enough to be felt through thick boot soles.
Something was definitely there.
Acting on instinct, the research team moved toward it.
That was their last mistake.
ZZZING—
“...?”
That flickering thing between the cracks—
The moment they laid eyes on it up close, their bodies began collapsing, shredded into pieces.
And then the earth split open again—
BOOOOM—!
Something capsule-like burst up into the air.
Beep—
Beep—
Beep—
It had been buried and buried again by countless earthquakes, but now it had risen into open space: a massive, unidentified capsule.
Even at a glance, its surface was rugged and battle-worn—
Scratches everywhere.
Paint scraped off.
Frames dented and warped.
Whatever was inside... could it possibly have survived?
But the capsule seemed to assert the contrary.
Hovering in the air, it spun rapidly and unleashed bursts of blinding light in every direction.
The researchers’ already-sliced corpses were minced even finer, like cube steak—
Then quickly buried under debris.
— Missile strike detected...
— Switching to defense mode...
Missiles came flying in from afar.
They were scattered, staggered in timing—
probably launched on reflex the moment the object appeared.
Just as the capsule prepared to intercept—
The missiles suddenly self-destructed mid-flight.
Massive explosions rocked the already-ruined city, gouging deeper wounds.
The ferocious shockwaves jolted the floating capsule, nearly knocking it off balance.
Still, none of them hit. A small mercy.
...
...
...
— Critical threat detected...
— Executing emergency melt and escape sequence...
— Physical reconstruction post-escape...
— Estimated remaining battery... none.
In this final moment, everything would be left to chance.
But even so, the program had only one option left.
The capsule made its decision.
It would dissolve its contents into a shock-absorbing liquid and reconstruct them later—
an extreme protocol of last resort.
What happened afterward... would be unknown.
What mattered now was fleeing as far from this threat zone as possible.
Of course, with nearly no battery left, how far it could actually get was another question.
PSSSSHHHHH—
Regardless, the capsule accelerated.
Toward somewhere.
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“Ugh—ah—my pussy’s fucking numb...”
“...Do you have to talk like that.”
Go Minji, absolutely wrecked from the punishment fuck, lay on the bed with her legs splayed in a diamond shape like a squatting frog, prying herself open to check.
Naturally, cum was leaking out of her pussy in steady drips.
Even though the sight was familiar by now, something about it... just pissed me off.
This kind of woman—no, forget it.
“You call me vulgar? You're the one who made me like this. And in the first place—who was the one lining up women in the hallway and fucking them in a relay?”
“I don’t need to hear that from someone who hunts humans.”
“Okay, next up: pussy hunter.”
“Grade-schooler.”
“You—mo—”
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
“?!”
Then came a ringtone I’d never heard before.
It was coming from Go Minji’s phone, sitting on the side cabinet next to the bed.
The shocking part was what happened next.
The second that sound rang out, she—who had just been sprawled out like a lazy bum soaking in the afterglow—moved like lightning.
In the blink of an eye, she sprang from the bed, padded over to the cabinet, and snatched up her phone.
She was so fast I just sat there blinking, stunned.
Is this really the Go Minji I know...?
“...What is it?”
“Huh? Oh, nothing. Just work stu—ah, fuck?! One sec!”
“?? Why? What is it—”
“No, I—ugh, just stop talking for a second.”
Suddenly she cut me off, eyes glued to her phone, fingers flying.
She was going to make a call, but the moment she glanced at me, she changed her mind and started typing instead.
Something serious must’ve happened.
For Go Minji to act like this, it had to be something big—like something threatening the Group itself.
“Sigh... fuck me. This shit’s gonna give me bald spots.”
A few minutes later—
Still standing, cum dripping from between her legs, she sighed and scratched at her scalp, then set the phone back down.
It must’ve been something urgent.
Urgent enough that even the sight of her leaking pussy didn’t register.
Whatever it was...
“What the hell happened? One of your hunting targets escape or something?”
“...You—fuck it. Never mind, asshole.”
“Why? What.”
Not explaining and pulling that face # Nоvеlight # just makes her even more annoying.
“You don’t need to know, little man. Just do what you’re told and serve your lovely older cousin, alright?”
Go Minji climbed back onto the bed, spread her legs, and started flapping them like wings.
“C’mon. Come fuck me.”
“Your pussy’s all loose now. No flavor left.”
“Fuck you, dickhead.”
She shot up and yanked me onto the bed.
“But hey, if you go bald, do you lose your pubes too? That’d make it a cue-ball pussy, right?”
“You fucking idiot.”
Still, I guess it wasn’t that serious.
If it had been, she would’ve bolted immediately—probably.
And the fact that she was ready for another round of sex...
Well, that meant it was probably handled.
‘So even the eldest of the eldest does actual work, huh.’
Feeling an oddly fresh kind of admiration, I sank myself into Go Minji’s body again.
It even tasted new somehow.
