"So, what's the split?"
Axel removed his mask, taking a deep breath now that they were finally alone in the room. The dim lighting of the backroom auction house cast long shadows across the floor, the heavy scent of leather and metal filling the air. He turned toward Nameful, who had just removed her own mask, her expression one of calm expectation.
"The split?" Axel echoed, momentarily taken aback by her question. Was she seriously asking for a cut of the money? The thought irritated him. 'What else would I expect from a human?'
"I mean the split between you and the Auction House. Do they take thirty percent? More?" She clarified, her nonchalant demeanor grating on his nerves. 'He must think I want his small change... How pathetic.'
Axel's eyes narrowed, but he quickly regained his composure, recognizing the trap. "It's an auction to raise money for hunters. The house doesn't take a cut when selling to other hunters. It's like a free promotion. So, my billion Kyota is mine in full." He leaned back in the chair, pretending to be deep in thought. But in truth, his mind raced.
The money was secured, but what was next? Power—he needed more power. His eyes flicked to the glowing interface of his system in the corner of his vision. There was still much to unravel, and he had questions that needed answers.
Nameful—or rather, *Noel*, as she was in this setting—reclined in her seat, watching him with a sly grin. "I'll be waiting for you to finish your stupid processing. Annie's making food at home, by the way."
Axel's mind snapped back to reality. 'Wait a minute, I should probably ask her about that package she mentioned earlier. What was in it, and why was it left in my apartment?'
"Uh, Noel, about the—"
Before he could finish, a sudden, sharp *beep* echoed through the room. It came from the entrance, pulling Axel's attention away from his train of thought.
'A visitor? Now?' Annoyed but curious, Axel stood and moved to the door, which hummed with the sound of its digital locks disengaging. His fingers tapped against the console, and within seconds, the door slid open.
Standing before him was a tall, striking woman, her long, raven-black hair flowing down her back, and her deep-set eyes locked onto his with an unnerving intensity. "Hi, I'm Trisha," she said smoothly. "You must be Nameless... I can tell from the smell, the aura you're giving off. There's no mistaking it."
Axel raised an eyebrow, immediately understanding why other hunters kept their distance from her. Trisha had a reputation—sharp instincts, keen senses, and an unpredictability that made her dangerous.
"So," Axel said, his voice cold, "what do you want? My item's already been sold. You're too late."
Her lips curled into a faint smile. "I was hoping you had more to offer," she said, stepping closer, her eyes never leaving his. "Not because I wanted the item itself. I don't care about the sword. I was interested in *you*."
Axel froze, his composure cracking just slightly.
A low growl from the Fatek cut her off, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Do not test me," he said, his voice like venom. "I will wipe out you and your family from this miserable planet if you ever question my authority again."
The threat struck her like a blow, her defiance crumbling instantly. "I... I'm sorry," she stammered, quickly turning and fleeing to fulfill her duty. The mention of her family had shattered her composure.
The Fatek watched her go, his expression darkening as he turned and reentered the building, slamming the door behind him. His footsteps echoed through the bloodstained hall, the scent of dried flesh and death thick in the air—a scent that would turn the stomach of any human but smelled like *victory* to him.
'A year in human time,' he thought, his lip curling into a sneer. 'That's how long we've been working on this project. But no more.'
He reached the end of the hall and stood before a large metallic door, its surface stained with bloody handprints. Grabbing the handle, he twisted it open, revealing a massive underground chamber.
A gorge had been carved into the ground, a room sixty feet wide and forty feet long. Several Fateks worked inside, monitoring computers and strange laboratory instruments. At the center of the room was a large, man-sized cocoon, its surface pulsing with a sickly red glow.
The pieces of human flesh the Fatek had just harvested were dropped before the cocoon, the blood seeping into the ground.
"Hakakihsiskei!" one of the Fateks hissed, and in an instant, thin, rope-like tentacles emerged from the cocoon, slithering out to wrap around the flesh, dragging it toward the base.
As soon as the flesh touched the cocoon, it was absorbed into it, disappearing in seconds. The tentacles retracted, and the cocoon glowed even brighter.
The Fatek leader watched with satisfaction, his eyes gleaming. 'Yes... it's almost ready. The new era of the Fateks. Combined with the flesh of the Awakened ones, we'll harness the powers that those human bastards have been hiding from us for so long.'
'Just a few pieces left... and then it's game time.'
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Author's note
I want to express my deepest gratitude to you, Josh Senpai, for your unwavering support of this project. Your encouragement means the world to me, and it's because of people like you that I even have a fighting chance in this contest. Your belief in my work has truly helped push me forward.
As a token of appreciation, I'm excited to announce that I'll be mass releasing new chapters very soon! Brace yourself for a whirlwind of content, as I plan to release in quick succession. The story is about to take off in a way that will keep you on the edge of your seat.
Get ready for an adventure-packed week, where things will get even crazier than before. We're about to embark on a rollercoaster of emotions, suspense, and action—just as you've come to expect. And don't forget, this is based on a true-life story, which only adds to the intensity of what's to come! Thank you once again for your continued support. Stay tuned!