Chapter 471: Evil Meets Death (Part One)
"Fuck her," Kidd cuss’d in irritation, leaving the Lansky manor and heading toward the Lander house. After his talk with Maeve, he was visibly pissed. He knew she was right. He considered Dee3 as his intellectual equal, but at the same time he knew their ideologies didn’t align. But that didn’t mean that they could be friends, especially when cats and dogs can be friends.
"Who? Maeve or Ma’am Dee3?" Trixie, Kidd’s trusted AI, asked.
"Maeve, of course," Kidd answered before ordering, "Trixie, commence the plan. The sooner I complete the mission, the sooner I can meet Ma’am Dee3."
"Are you sure, Your Highness?" Trixie asked because she believed that the best opportunity to capture Ace Lander’s family was during the funeral, when all the guests would be in Dee3’s dungeon. This way, it would be less likely to get caught in action.
"What’s with these questions? Do you want me to go through your codes, again? Just do what and when I order you to do," Kidd scowled in unfounded rage. Maeve’s words had gotten to him. They had seriously affected him. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t calm himself.
Despite his genius-level intellect and regardless of how mature he acted, Kidd was still a six-year-old boy. He fancied himself an anti-hero of sorts, but Maeve’s comparison between him and Dee3 shattered that image of himself in his mind and replaced it with a villainous image.
Right now mentally, Kidd was at his weakest. It wasn’t long before his impulse took over, giving into the intrusive thoughts in his mind. And their first victims were going to be everyone in the Lander house.
"The Curse Droids have neutralized and replaced every agent and security detail guarding the Lander house and the McSuile family," Trixie updated her master. "Ten minutes before they wake up. Droids are now entering the Lander house to sedate and capture everyone inside."
The Curse Droids executed the plan with machine reliability, proceeding exactly as programmed. Just when Kidd was waiting to hear if the mission was successful, he heard Trixie reported in panic, "Your Highness, not good. All the curse droids that entered the lander household have been destroyed."
"Wait, it hasn’t even been a minute," Kidd exclaimed in disbelief and went on to add, "Even Earth-tier curse masters will instantly fall asleep under my vapor sedation tech. Pull up last-minute video records of the curse droids."
On his retinal lens, Kidd saw the recorded video feed: the Curse Droids successfully used his patent-pending vapor sedation tech to put everyone in the Lander house to sleep before even entering. However, as the droids neared the building, they were instantly submerged by hundreds of thousands of incest-type cursed corpses.
These insect corpses rapidly liquified, forming curse corpse oil, a highly potent curse. One drop of it can decay anything to dust within a matter of seconds to a couple minutes. Kidd guessed that submerged in the potent substance, the Curse Droids should have quickly decayed into fine rust power.
"What the fuck just happened? Where did that insect corpse legion come from? Aren’t all the remaining Landers mortal? Trixie, you said there were no arrays, traps, or curse users in the Lander house! How do you explain this?" Kidd, both pissed and aggrieved, immediately blamed Trixie for the failure, believing she had half-assed the due diligence before commencing the plan. Forgetting that Trixie was an AI he designed, she had proceeded and reported exactly as programmed.
Clearly, Kidd’s outburst, though understandable, was misplaced. After all, he did lose a dozen and a half earth-tier assassin-type Curse Droids, each one worth almost a hundred million dollars—a total loss of nearly two billion dollars on the Ace Lander operation alone. All because of what he perceived as simple negligence on Trixie’s part. He continued to forget that she was an AI and functioned exactly as he programmed her to.
Unfortunately, Kidd wasn’t himself to realize how unreasonably stupid he was being. The plan’s failure combined with Maeve’s painful comparison riled up Kidd to a point where even his genius-level intellect failed to recognize his actions as idiotic and borderline suicidal.
"Your Highness, something’s wrong," Trixie grimly reported, noticing that her master’s surroundings were suspiciously quiet. They were far from the Lansky estate and its hustle and bustle, hiding in the Lander’s orchards, a few hundred yards from the Lander house, but the night felt too quiet. There was no insect noise; even the air was still, like it was dead. Following her programming protocols, she immediately scanned her master’s surroundings with her various state-of-the-art sensors. Whatever it was, one of these sensors was bound to catch it.
"Your Highness, we are surrounded!" Trixie reported, her sensors picking up a legion of incest corpses surrounding and nearing them. Having seen what these incest corpses were capable of, Trixie didn’t dare to let them near her master.
"Fuck!" Kidd cursed in horror, viewing the live video feed of the advancing insect corpse legion being played on his retinal lens. Without any delay, he frantically ordered, "Trixie, activate Cursenought . Hurry!"
"Cursenought activated. ETA 7 sec...6 sec...5 sec..." Trixie began the countdown as the backpack on her master’s back began to rapidly unwind into a cockpit that enveloped him, and then into a 14-foot walking sarcophagus. It was a massive machine: a heavily armored chassis standing on powerful, piston-driven legs. Each of its arms was armed with pile-shaped energy cannons that could double as functioning piles in close combat. With flamethrowers and rocket launchers mounted on its shoulders and back. Its design was that of a crude, metal giant, reminiscent of a toddler’s scribble of a huge robot.
Kidd was no longer worried about being noticed or the mission, but escaping here with his life before he was surrounded by the hundreds of curse users attending the funeral. If he got captured trying to harm Dee3’s friend’s family, he didn’t know how he could face Dee3. By then, everything Maeve predicted about them would come true.
"Fuck!" Kidd screamed in frustration while using the Curse Nought’s flamethrowers to keep the legion of insect corpses at bay as its rocket propulsion systems were warming up to take him out of here.
