Chapter 001
Universe: 312
In the shadowy, cold darkness of the post-war era… flickering flames danced wildly across the ruined cities, devouring everything in a crimson, chaotic blaze. Once-mighty concrete skyscrapers, symbols of power and civilization, now stood as hollow shells, riddled with bullet holes, windows shattered and staring blankly into nothingness. The flags of EASRS [Endure. Adapt. Secure. Restrain. Survive] and GAM [Global Anomaly Monitoring] burned fiercely under the red inferno, tattered pieces of fabric flapping like dying wings, as if attempting to erase every trace of humanity, erasing the memory of an era long gone. Each ruined street, every cracked slab of concrete, every pile of rubble echoed the desolation of a past steeped in tragedy.
Along these desolate streets, the traffic and street lamps, which once illuminated the footsteps of humanity, now stood crooked and lifeless. Their light flickered in erratic bursts of white and red, like the chaotic pulse of a dying city. The orange glow of fires engulfed the buildings, while drones with blackened bodies and red laser beams scoured every broken window and cracked wall, hunting for any survivors in this ruined city. Bullet holes became frames to the hellish scene, where shattered skeletons lay scattered, dust and ash coating their remains—a cruel reminder of death and unstoppable annihilation.
Rain fell heavily from the blackened sky, thick and heavy like blood, mingling with smoke and dust, as if God Himself wept for humanity, mourning a cruel, unrelenting fate. Each drop struck like the notes of a melancholy piano song, dissonant and haunting, a melody of sorrow, darkness, and despair, shrouding the city in an otherworldly gloom.
Meanwhile, in a small, damp, dark basement with peeling walls exposing the brick within, blood-stained surfaces, and water pooling from broken pipes, a young girl slowly stirred awake. Her neck was chained to a hook embedded in the wall, like a dog restrained. Once-smooth, pale hands were now covered with scars, burns, and painful white pustules. Her tiny frame, barely 1.5 meters tall, trembled as she crawled to the wall and leaned against it, clutching her aching head. Her once silky, white hair was now caked in mud and filth. Her mind swirled with confusion, nearly incapable of forming memories. Her violet eyes quivered in pain as she looked at her black EASRS uniform and realized her left leg was gone—leaving only a bloody, filthy stump.
Dark, dense bloodstains marked her remaining clothing, reminders of what once was. Slowly, she looked toward the basement stairs, each step moldy and slippery. Tears streamed down her face for reasons she didn't understand. Beside her sat a moldy dog food bowl, and at that moment, she looked no different than a crippled, helpless dog, unable to do anything but cry. The agony, the hunger, the helplessness—everything collided into a single, unbearable sensation.
She slowly picked up the bowl, crying, paying no mind to the disgusting mold, forcing herself to swallow the foul food as though she had not eaten for days. The nausea hit like a tidal wave, yet she swallowed it down, as if she were a starving dog, desperate for anything to fill her stomach. She scooped up water from the floor with her hands, trembling as she drank. After enduring the repulsive meal, she leaned against the wall, letting out a shuddering breath, finally sating her gnawing hunger.
At that moment, the basement door creaked open, and a blinding light flooded in. She squinted, unable to bear it after so long in darkness. A deep, menacing male voice echoed as the sharp sound of footsteps clacked across the floor:
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> Oh… Lily… My foolish officer… It's so amusing to continue our little games, isn't it…
Her eyes gradually adjusted to the light, and her body writhed uncontrollably. Before her stood a massive man, approximately 1.9 meters tall, with a thick, unkempt mustache and curly brown hair, wearing a bloodstained white lab coat. He descended slowly from the shadows, his glasses reflecting the light in a cold, mocking glint, a fake, sinister smile spreading across his face. He pressed a hidden button on the wall, and a concealed table opened, revealing a horrifying array of torture instruments: blood-stained nets, saw blades with meat still clinging, hammers, broken pliers, flamethrowers… every tool seemingly waiting to consume her, savor her pain.
The man gripped a bloodied plier, his hand trembling with excitement, as he slowly approached Lily. His rough hand touched her unnaturally soft cheek, the face of a mere fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, so fragile and tender, the sensation twisted into a horrifying, perverse delight. It was as if he were playing with a living doll. He withdrew his hand and slammed her head hard, making her flinch like a wounded dog. Blood poured from her nose, cheeks flushed red, tears streaking down her face.
He raised the pliers again, laughing maniacally, reveling in the absolute domination he felt over his helpless prey. He struck her head repeatedly, blood spraying across the concrete floor, her pale face streaked with crimson. The ecstasy, the twisted thrill of it all, drove him into a frenzy. Suddenly, his own head exploded, bones and blood flying everywhere, smearing her face, and bits of his brain splattered into her eyes as the sound of gunfire rang out…
[to be continued]
The secret revealed by the author: in fact, the more pedophilic part of the book was removed by the author's assistant because he couldn't accept this madness :(