Intermission 2: Isaac and His Ascension to Authority.

The first thing Isaac did after he had learned to control his power was to go to Tina's room.

The group of three researchers (Tina, Samantha, and Isaac) each had arranged a room during their stay in this city. Of course, Tina, as the leader of the research party, got the best suite, while Isaac, the pariah of the group, was in the most basic standard suite.

But that was the past. Isaac looked down at his feet; Tina Cortez, who once was his superior, was now groveling on his feet and licking his shoes clean; The Latina scientist was wearing nothing but her lab coat. The feeling of seeing the bitch, who looked down on his ability, now acting like his loyal dog was immensely good. It was the best feeling he had experienced in 24 years of his life, but Isaac didn’t indulge in this temporary feeling of victory. Taming Tina was just a small step toward his grand ambition.

His ambition before he got assimilated by the hive was to leave his name in the annals of history as a great scientist, but now, with the hive power in his hand, why stop at being a great scientist? His days under Tina, his meeting with Abdul, and his ascension to be a hive lord had opened his eyes to something: money. Tina always got big research grants, but her assistants like him and Samantha only get 10% or less of the total of what Tina got. Abdul could give him hundreds of grand easily in one sitting, whereas for him, he needed to save for a year or two to have a hundred grand to spend on personal research. Doing research wasn’t as cheap as he thought. A huge sum of money is needed to do high-profile research. He seemed to understand the reason why the hive that bonded with him took ‘Corporate Overlord’ as their personality template. They fed upon his realization that his ambition couldn’t be fulfilled without money, and considered that amassing wealth by becoming a corporate overlord was the right way for their kind to survive.

But Isaac didn’t let money become his sole drive; he could feel that the hive was influencing his mind to follow the template personality, and urge him to amass wealth. The urges only lessened after Isaac convinced ‘himself’ that wealth came in many forms. Money was important, but just mindlessly amassing money would not let ‘them’ come out on top in the competition. Isaac knew that Abdul had a big chance to be a hive lord like him, and unlike him, Abdul was a genuine multi-millionaire. If he only focused on money, it would be hard to fight Abdul, who already had a head start on having a lot of money. Hence, Isaac took a different approach to fulfilling the hive’s urge that would not put him at a disadvantage when he clashed with Abdul or other hive lords; he wanted to have a gallery of talent tirelessly working for him. His drone would not be a mindless one, but would be full of highly capable professionals from all walks of life; they would work their lives for him. They might still work on their old job, but now, their sole mission would be to enrich him and push his agenda. Normally, it would be hard, and almost impossible to keeps so many capable talent working for him because of money and interest. But, the hive had completely solved that problem, his subordinates would never think of quitting. Naturally, wealth would come to him as he increased the number of hive drones under him. It was killing three birds with one stone situation. He wanted it all; money, authority, and women.

Isaac looked at the wriggling string-like object that came out from the tips of his finger, the hive seemed quite excited after he converted Tina. Isaac thought it came from his joy for converting his boss, but then he remembered something important; Tina should also have a piece of the meteorite.

“Bitch, you can stop licking my shoes, and tell me where did you keep yours meteorite piece?”

“Its in the safe box. Should I bring it to you, Boss?” Tina answered.

“Yes, bring it to me. Oh, and call me Master Isaac instead of Boss, Master sounds more superior than Boss.”

“As you will, Master Isaac.”

Being called boss fit his hive’s personality template, but Isaac thought that he wasn’t an ordinary boss for his drone. Being called Master showed how different his level of position was from his drone more correctly. And it made him sound superior, especially when it came from Tina’s mouth.

“This is the box, master. Should I open it for you?”

“No, you just need to tell me the unlock password and stay far back,” Isaac ordered. He was lucky that Tina put the meteorite in the safe box, thus, she wasn’t bonded with the hive lord inside the meteorite. Isaac asked Tina to step back behind him to avoid an accident from happening.

“Its password is 42690, master,” Tina told Isaac the password and walked behind him as he commanded after handing the box to Isaac.

Isaac opened the safe and took out the meteorite.

He could feel the hive inside him stirring excitedly, like it found a treasure. He was losing control of his body as his veins glowed silver. The meteorite rock also glowed with silver light in resonance. The hive ‘strings’ came out of his palm and fingertips, and were enveloping the meteorite like cocoon. It was then that he felt his heart palpitate, like it was being pumped with ****.

Fuck, what in the hell ‘they’ did? I’m going to die at this point before ‘they’ finish. Isaac felt that his body was going to explode into pieces. He wasn’t someone with a high pain threshold to begin with, he was the type who spent his day in the lab rather than exercising.

He dropped to his knees. His vision began to blur. I can’t believe it; the cause of my **** will be such a stupid thing. I’m not yet achieve my ambition!

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“Am I not dead yet?” Isaac gradually opened his eyes. He was still in Tina’s room. The meteorite he held before had fell to the floor not far from him and broken to pieces.

“Ouch,” He pitched his cheek and could still feel a stinging pain.

Does a dead man still feel pain? Well, there’s hell as a concept where sinners are tortured in afterlife, but I don’t think this is hell. Fuck it, why do I bother thinking about that. I should just accept that I’m alive and kicking.

Isaac sobered up from his daze. He then looked around the room and was surprised to see Tina had also fallen **** near the door.

What happened to her when I'm ****? Isaac went to check on his former superior.

"Thankfully, she's still breathing,”

Isaac checked her condition and let out a relieved breath.

Just as Isaac relaxed after knowing Tina was fine, Tina opened her eyes, but her eyes were all white, her veins glowed in silver color like he had before. She stood up before him.

“Nice to meet you, human,” ‘Tina’ said in a monotone voice.

“Who are you?” Isaac asked. It’s easy to tell that Tina was not herself.

“I’m ‘you’,” ‘Tina’ replied.

“You are me? Wait, are you the hive lord inside me?” Isaac easily picked the clue.

“Yes, I am. Thanks to you, I was able to assimilate another hive lord and matured quicker than my peer, it usually took my kind three day before we able to communicate with our host, but with me assimilating the other hive lord, it’s only taken me a few hours to learn the basic communication skills of your kind,” the hive lord explained.

“So, do you have a name? What should I call you? What kind of species are you? What are you doing in earth?” As a scientist, Isaac was so excited to find out that aliens exist and that he could talk to one right now.

“My name? I don’t have one, we usually use our host name or name given by our host to us, so in this case, my name is the same as yours. For what kind of species are we, in your language, we can be considered some kind of a quantum space parasite. Those string-like object that came out from your finger when you are about to control someone are our tendrils. We use our tendril to feed, move, hunt, and reproduce. Our species reproduces by severing the tendrils from our body and inserting them to a new host. The severed tendril was still under our control, creating a hive mind connection between the main host, who host our main body, like you and our servant, who hosts our tendrils. Our mission is to survive, adapt, and reproduce. Our species has a great ability to control and transform a lot of things on our whims, as long as our hosts have enough knowledge of how they work. Our ability and nature made our species highly sought and hunted to almost extinction. The few remaining surviving lords and queens of our species then decided to flee and hide on a planet in the corner of the universe that hasn’t yet been touched by other spacefaring civilizations so we can reproduce in peace.” The hive lord narrated.

“And the planet in the corner of the universe is this earth?” Isaac asked. He had just heard something mind-blowing. If it were made known to the science community, he couldn’t imagine how much turmoil the information would cause all space enthusiasts.

"Actually, no, our initial destination was even further than this place, but an accident happened on our container and made us need to do an emergency landing.”

“Your container? The meteorite?”

“Yes, we travel through space by attaching ourselves to an asteroid. We didn’t expect that the gravitational pull of earth would pull our container to crash on this planet. It had broken our container to pieces, and I can sense that our number dwindled more than a half after the crash.”

“Wait a minute, if you care about your remaining species, why do you assimilate the other lord in Tina’s rock rather than letting them bond with other hosts?” Isaac couldn’t help but notice that what the hive lord did was contrary to their goal of raising the number of their kind.

‘Tina’ shook her head, and said, “Devouring our kinds is not against our mission, when our kinds come to a new planet, we will go against each other until there are only a very few of us left behind. Devouring each other made us grow stronger faster. It left only the most suitable host, which proved the personality template they use is the most suitable to ensure our survival. When we could ensure our safety, we could reproduce in peace. There will be new lords and queens in the future born from the victor who survive the fight.”

The hive lord continued, “Finding my kind that has yet to bond with a host is like a finding a treasure. My species that isn’t bound to a host is really weak and no different than a worm without any notable defense mechanism, meanwhile, when they bond with someone, it becomes an entire new difficulty. Hence, when we meet with one who hasn’t yet bond with anybody, it’s best to absorb them to gain an advantage in this struggle for survival. For example, absorbing this one gives me a head start to communicate with you, I can also sense that at least two hive lords have bonded with someone, while the two probably aren’t able to communicate with their host yet and sense other lords' presence.”

“What will happen if you lose the fight?” Isaac asked.

“You as my host will either be dead or get assimilated by other lords.”

“So, how about absorbing those who is still inside the big meteorite then?” Isaac suggested. He was afraid when the hive lord said he would die if he lost in the struggle for survival between the hive lords.

‘Tina’ shook her head in response. “That’s not possible, if you try to assimilate those in our container, we will die on the spot when we attempt to do it. In your human language; it’s no different than one thief trying to rob a military base on their own. We can only absorb those that have separated from the container.”

“Pity, thought we would be able to accelerate your growth.”

"That is what I mean when I say that seeing one not bond with anyone is like seeing a treasure. You can put someone to watch around the perimeter of the crash site but they should not make any contact with the big meteorite. The worker-class Hive member will not stand a chance against hive lord.”

“Worker class?”

"It is what we call the ordinary hive members. Most people you convert will be a worker-class hive. They are still ordinary human, only with us controlling their brain so they act like what we want. There is also soldier-class hive, those who have modified bodies and superpowers. You can make a soldier-hive by pumping our victim with a lot of our tendrils so it would mutate their organs and give them superpower. But I don’t advise you to create too many soldier-class hives.”

“Why? Isn’t having a lot of superpowered soldiers under your becks and calls good?”

“Yes but having a lot of soldier-class hives under your control is a big risk. Soldier-class is created by having a lot of our tendrils pumped into them. For other hive lords, they are no different than a free meal, which will empower them if they can get their hands on your soldier. Only hive lord can stand a chance against other hive lord. The more soldier you have, the harder it is to monitor them. So, if you decide to create soldier-class hive, never let them go near other hive lords without you being around them. Create just enough amount that you can easily monitor.”

“I understand. I will be careful.”

“Good luck to you, human. I fear I can’t give you any more information. But what I already said to you will give you some advantage against other hive lords. This projection can’t hold on anymore. I will contact you again someday.” Tina suddenly fell to the floor **** once again.

“Hey, come back, I still want to hear something about the universe!” Isaac yelled, but he no longer got any response from the hive lord

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It has been four days since he became a hive lord. Isaac had converted several women to be his corporate drones. Aside from Tina, he also converted Samantha. Isaac had made Samantha his personal assistant instead of Tina's assistant. He transformed Samantha to what she truly are; a dumb bimbo slut who loves to lick ass; especially his ass. She dressed like a sexy secretary often found in porn with a tight white blouse that had most of their top buttons unbuttoned to show her big tits and a black mini skirt. She had her blonde hair styled in a twintail, so Isaac could grab her hair as a handle when he fucked her. Isaac had a threesome between him, Samantha, and Tina after he converted Samantha into his drones. He hatefucked them all night long, pouring all the dissatisfaction he kept on his mind to them. After railing them from night to morning, he didn’t hate the two bitches as much as before. The two were his servants now, he could command them as he liked, soit wast hard for him to take them seriously anymore.

Aside from Tina and Samantha, Isaac had been targeting a few influential businesswomen who reside in this city. He had two new converts that came from business background now, they were Veronica Kyrie and Jessica Park. Veronica was a 40 years old owner of one of the largest boutique stores in the city. She was a renowned clothing designer. Isaac inducted her into the hive because he planned to use her boutique as his hunting ground. As one of the upscale boutiques, only those with money would come to her store, so with Veronica under his control, Isaac could pick wealthy socialites who fancy his eyes.

Isaac didn’t change Veronica a lot when he converted her into his drone. She was a public figure, and as he planned to use her boutique, he couldn’t make her disappear. He just made the forty years old woman look younger by a few years. Previously, Veronica had started to have wrinkles on her face because of stress and age, but the current Veronica looked like a sensual MILF in her prime 30s.

Veronica wore a high-slit red dress, and purple opera gloves. With her red hair, she looked like Jessica Rabbit coming to life.

Standing beside Veronica was Jessica Park, a Korean businesswoman. Isaac was meeting the Korean lady by a chance.

The car she drove was bumping into his team’s van. Instead of apologizing to Isaac, Jessica acted like she was one in the right. She tried to flee the scene by saying that she had an important business meeting to attend and then threatened him that she would make Isaac take liability if she became late to attend her business meeting. Without waiting for Jessica to finish her yapping, he took her under his control. Isaac then read her memory and knew that Jessica worked in a big investment firm that even had an overseas branch. She was a high-ranking manager at her firm. It was a lucky catch, but even with her background, Isaac decided to teach her a lesson.

He changed the pretty Korean woman from Jessica Park the competent manager, into Jizz Park, the nasty gothic office slut.

Her once beloved silky, long black hair was now styled into short, side-shaved hair. The makeup that covered her face was now predominantly black, with black lipstick and thick black eyeshadows, giving her full-blown gothic look. Additionally, she sported a new silver-colored nose ring.

Her professional pantsuit turned into a black, leather trench coat that covered her from below the neck to just above the knee. Further down, her legs were encased by striped black and white knee-high socks and demonia stomper shoes on her feet.

Jessica looked like some unfriendly and hard-to-approach corporate goth girl with her trench coat closed. When she unbelted her coat and showed what was hidden under it, she turned from Jessica Park the unfriendly looking goth girl into Jizz Park, the freakish exhibitionist goth slut. She wore nothing under her coat. Vulgar wording tattoos were inked all over her body. Her tits were piercing with golden nipple rings; on her right nipple ring, a nametag was attached on it. The nametag read Jizz Park, professional cum dumpster. There was ‘Park your cum here’ and a downward arrow tattooed on her crotch. On her rear, There was also ‘CUM DUMPSTER’ tattooed across her buttock

As part of her punishment, Isaac had ordered Jessica to open her trench coat when she was in the middle of her ‘very important’ business meeting. It was a given that Jessica was fired on the spot. It was an outcome that was wanted by Isaac. Unlike, Veronica, Jessica wasn’t an influential figure; she could go missing, and it wouldn’t make its way to major news sites. And thus Isaac could make Jizz Park his another ‘secretary’ to toy with alongside Samantha. One a blonde bombshell bimbo, and one a black haired slutty goth, most men would kill for what Isaac had as his ‘secretary’.

“Master, before you convert me; I have scheduled a photoshoot session with Gillian Dennings and a few other models for my new line of designer dress I will release. Do you want to convert them? They are a bunch of pretty girls,” Veronica reported.

“GIllian Dennings? Who is she?”

Veronica didn’t know that Isaac wasn’t someone from this city. As an outsider, he was unfamiliar with a local celebrity like Gillian. Additionally, Isaac wasn’t the type to check social media a lot.

“She is quite a famous local supermodel. She is one of the prettiest fashion models this city can offer. I think she will suit your likings,” Veronica then informed Isaac all she knew about Gillian based on her previous working experience .

“Interesting, let's make her be your fellow drone, and not only her, but the other models too, I had an idea how to use those bunch of models.”

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“Melody, this is Isaac, he's my new assistant. Ma— Isaac, this is Melody. Melody is the owner of this photo studio, she will be our photographer for today.”

Isaac expected that Veronica would use someone who looked like a professional dressed neatly in pantsuit, but Melody was out of his expectation, she looked more like a typical street artist. Her shoulder-length hair was dyed pink. Her attire consisted of a sporty, red-colored crop top, a baggy, black training pants, and white sneakers. A camera attached to a sling strap hanging around her waist.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Isaac. It's rare for Mrs. Kyrie to hire a man as part of her workforce, so you must be exceptional.”

Melody extended her hand for a handshake.

“Yes, I am very exceptional. You will see quickly why Veronica chose me.”

Isaac shook her hand. He let the hive tendrils spread to her hand.

“What are you doing to me?”

Melody asked in panic as she saw silver lines begin to crawl quickly to her upper arm, neck, and then face.

“I’m choosing you to join my cause as my drones, be glad that you will be a part of my empire.”

The tendrils finally reached Melody’s brain and took control over her mind.

“Let’s get you a little makeover to make you a little more presentable.”

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“Hey, Mel, didn’t expect that you would go back to blonde, but what with the getup? Are you stopping from being a photographer and decided to work as someone’s secretary in some company?”

Gillian couldn’t help but asking her friend Melody. Gillian had known Melody since she was in the university. Back at school, they quickly became friends because both of them shared similar interests. They had a period where they lost contact with each other after their graduation, but two months ago, they connected again after Gillian found out that the photographer for one of her photoshoot’s sessions was Melody. They have been keeping contact since they reconnected.

GIllian knew her friend well enough. Melody was someone who loved freedom and was unfettered by rules. She wasn’t the type who would work as an eye candy secretary for someone. But here she was, dressed in a plunging low-neck white tank top that showed off the cleavage of her round fake tits generously to onlookers, and a black blazer. Her bottom was covered in a black latex pencil skirt that ended halfway down her thigh. Her sneaker she used to wear was traded for 5-inches black stilleto heels. Her face was adorned with sensual fuck me red lipstick and dark purple eye-shadow. Her now strawberry blonde hair was styled in a severe top-bun hair.

Melody no longer gave easy-going aura from her appearance that she once gave, she now gave people the impression that she was the stereotypical sly bitch that would do anything to get her boss’ favor. Which Gillian certainly knew that Melody wasn’t that kind of person. Gillian felt there was something wrong behind this.

Melody’s lips curled into a smile. She had expected that someone would ask her about her sudden change in appearance, and her new master had prepared an answer for her.

“Yes, I’m working at a new company now. I decided to redefine myself. I thought living freely and having control of my own life is good, but then I found that I like to have someone order me around. This will be my last gig as a photographer before I dedicate my life to being the best assistant for my company.”

“Your company isn’t brainwashing you, right? You don’t feel like you are being yourself, Melody that I know would never say something like this,” Gillian was frank with her disbelief.

“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think, anyway, I’m not brainwashed. I can let you meet with my boss; he is in discussion with Mrs. Veronica now, and your manager is probably also there. When you meet him, you will understand why I chose this path.”

Gillian was about to refuse her friend’s offer, if her manager was there, she didn’t need to meet the man herself, but then her phone rang. She received a notification from her manager to come to her.

Is it a coincidence?

Gillian looked at the smiling Melody, and she suddenly felt uneasy. Her guts feeling told her that something was really wrong, but she then tried to think positively. There’s no way that they planned it beforehand, and timed the message to exactly come to her phone after Melody offered her to meet with her boss. It could only be a coincidence.

“Alright, let’s see how great the man who successfully made the freedom loving Melody turn into an assistant in his company,” Gillian replied.

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Gillian’s eyes widened when they entered the room. She saw her manager, Annie, naked and giving a man a blowjob. Kneeling beside her was the respectable Veronica Kyrie. The two were double teaming the man.

Annie paused when she noticed Gillian’s presence.

“You are here, Gilly. We can finally serve the master together. I boasted how you will be a great slut if you fall under Master’s control,” Annie said.

Gillian stepped back in fright. She couldn’t believe that Annie, her manager for years who was usually reliable, and whom she treated like her own older sister, debased herself by servicing a man like she was a whore. Not only Annie, but even Veronica. The respected Veronica Kyrie was licking the man’s dick like it was something so tasty.

Gillian was not a vain woman who only had a pretty face. On the contrary, she was keen and smart. After seeing how Annie, Veronica, and Melody didn’t act like they normally do, she guessed that the man was the one who caused it. She didn’t know how he made them act like that, she could think about it later. Now, her priority was to get away from the man and to call the authorities to help her.

Gillian turned around and was greeted by Melody, who stood in front of the exit.

“Gill, I’m sorry, I can’t let you escape.”

“Please…let me go, Mel,” the sexy model pleaded.

“Don't be scared, look at my eyes, everything will be okay.”

Gillian looked into Melody's glowing eyes, and her mind went blank as she fell under her power. Melody was one of Isaac's newest soldier-class hives with the power of hypnotic eyes.

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“Now, G-114, I want you to clean my cock, and while you clean it, can you tell me about your mom. She had been trying to call you several times, even leaving you a voice note telling you that she had an emergency and wanted you to come to her home as quickly as possible.” Isaac was playing with Gillian’s phone in his hand.

G-114 or who was once known as Gillian went down on her knees. She then unzipped Isaac’s trousers, and let his cock out. “Yes, Master, I will tell you everything about my mother while I clean your cock.”

In the middle of sucking her master’s cock, G-114 took a little pause, and told Isaac about her mother and her life before resuming to suck his cock. It repeated a few times until Isaac had enough information about her mom and then let G-114 just focus on sucking his cock.

“At first, she seemed to insist you come home because something urgent? And after a few voice calls later; instead of still insisting for you to meet her, she asked you about your position. These were her biggest mistakes that gave her situation away. I suspect that your mom had fallen into another hive lord’s clutches, and that hive lord wanted to use her as a lure so they could get you.” Isaac analyzed the situation from the few clues he got. “Too bad for them, I got you first. Are you happy that it was me who assimilates you instead of other hive lords?”

“Yes, Master. I’m happy to be able to serve you, thank you for inducting me to your hive.”

“Alright, how about you call your mother and tell her that you are here. We will ambush them and see if we can wrest away the control of your mom from her master and get her for ourselves. I don’t want to see your mother and daughter become enemies, it’s best if you two become my drones, but if it fails, you need to be ready to eliminate her, do you understand?”

“Yes, Master. I understand.”

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“How many people are there, Serpent?” Lena asked her new partner. Serpent had use her heat vision to see through the wall and got a clue to the potential obstacle they would face when they try to take Gillian away.

“Four, from their heat signature, it seems there are three women, and one man.”

“From these three women, one must be Gillian, the other two probably her manager and photographer for this photoshoot’s session. I don’t know who the man is, but maybe it was Gillian’s bodyguard.” Phenext, who was once Gillian’s mother, gave the group her guess of who was inside the studio at the time.

“We also have four people here, and accidentally also consist of three women and one man. Phenext, you will go after your daughter, use the chloroform to put her ****. Serpent and I will take care of the other two women. Zero, you deal with the man, we don’t have use for the man, so you can clean him,” said Lena while making a throat slitting gesture.

The fake nun-biker had divided their role for their operation. The group of four then began making their move.

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The group of bikers didn’t know what’s wrong, but their plan didn’t go as they expected. Lena, Phenext, and Zero were all down. Phenext, who was tasked with sedating Gillian with chloroform, was the one who lay on the floor ****. Lena, the fake nun with the power of persuasion, who went after the photographer, stood in place like a silly statue. Her arms fell by her side, and her gaze was empty and focused on nothing. Her mouth parted open as her head lolled to the side at a shallow angle, a small line of drool dribbling out from her lips. Zero the thug, was lying on the floor like his ‘mother’. He no longer had his muscles and turned into a skinny guy once again. Only Serpent was able to take down her opponent and escape.

“Where do you want to run to, bitch? Just give up, and become part of my hive, I will be a better master than your current lord, he was so generous that he sent two soldier-class hive bitches as a gift,” Isaac said as he chased after Serpent. He had shot some of his tendrils at her but Serpent’s managed to avoid them every time with her inhuman reflex and agility

“Fuck! You are a hive lord!“ Serpent was scared of Isaac from the depth of her mind and was trying to escape as quickly as possible from there.

She was lucky that Isaac forgot to give himself superhuman physical prowess and focused on developing his mind instead. Isaac only got Zero by surprise, but when he chased Serpent, the difference in their physical capability was apparent. Serpent was agile and could avoid his attack. In the end, Serpent found a chance to make her escape. She was the only one who managed to escape where Phenext and Lena fell under Isaac.

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Moments later, on the other side of town, Rob felt a stinging headache. He was losing his connection to Phenext, Lena, and Zero.

He then tried to make a connection to Serpent and asked her for what was happening.

“We failed to get Gillian, she’s already under other hive lords. Lena, Phenext, and Zero are all fallen victims to the other hive lord, and only I managed to escape.” Serpent gave her boss shocking news.

To Be Continued

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