The three moons brightly shone in the sky, casting their silvery light on the city below.
Only a tiny portion of the dimensional rift was vaguely visible in the night sky.
The planet turns while the dimensional rift is stationary. At night, the dimensional rift is not visible. It is only visible to the side of the planet facing the sun and the dimensional rift.
Roads spread in all directions, yet several kilometers from the city, amidst the roads, stood a metal dome structure. A line of strong, bullet-proof glass windows went all around the dome.
It was a strange scene amidst the roads, such an odd building. Yet no one minded it. Everyone had learned to live with it, and it no longer seemed strange.
The commander stood inside the dome, gazing outside as the moonlight shone on his face.
Swoosh!
A metal automatic door slid open, and Vivian walked in.
"Commander," She placed her right fist on the left side of the chest, a sign of respect to the superiors.
"Commander, the Refinement team and Research team are assembled." She reported. "But at the moment, they don't have anything to work with."
"Mmhh…" The commander nodded, still looking outside.
"I've used my ability." She continued. "I found the best ways to utilize the various abilities for combat. Commander, I'll assemble the battle team in just two days."
The commander stayed silent while Vivian stood by his side, patiently waiting for his instructions.
They stood in silence, hearing the beating of their hearts.
"Vivian," the commander spoke after a few minutes, breaking the silence. He turned and looked at her, his gaze sharp, his expression serious. "I know what you did,"
Vivian's eyes widened, and her body shook. She immediately lowered her head, bracing for the scolding to come. "I apologiz…"
"Do you think I'm a bad leader?"
"Eh?" Vivian looked up, clearly caught off guard by the question.
Her eyes met with the commander's, his eyes full of uncertainty.
"I wouldn't dare!" She immediately kneeled, placing her fist on her chest.
"I apologize if my actions suggested that."
"Vivian, in your opinion, what makes a great leader?"
"Commander, I don't think I'm qualified to…"
"Please answer me," The commander cut her off, his voice carrying a hint of plea.
Seeing this side of him, the side she had never seen despite being his secretary for years, shook her, but quickly, determination took over her.
"Seniors should never abuse their power over inferiors, and inferiors should never curry favors with superiors," Vivian spoke. "Unfortunately, it is human nature to desire special treatment. Thus, it gives birth to corruption, something that uses humankind's endless greed, something very few individuals could suppress and even boast not to possess.
And where corruption appears, it is, together with its mother, the preferable treatment. When those two occur, the system crumbles. How could a person in absolute power judge correctly if he is corrupt, which initially means to give someone special treatment?"
The commander listened carefully, his eyes glued to Vivian, his thoughts clashing at lightning speed.
"A commander should be kind and magnanimous, yet ruthless and sharp. The commander should look at the bigger picture, always looking for the biggest benefit of the group, even if it means sacrificing a few individuals for the group's well-being. The commander won't forget them and their sacrifices, but he can't endanger the whole group for them."
"I can't see the big picture, huh?" the commander looked through the window, sighing. "Do you think I'm a bad leader?"
"Commander, I don't think you are a bad leader." Vivian shook her head.
"You are just too soft. Especially now. Humans can scheme deep and dark instantly when their lives are in danger. They'll come up with things and do things they never thought were capable of. They show their true face now that there is no order In the world.
I killed that man, and I don't regret it. If I need to, I'll do it again. Now, we all must unite under one leader, under you. We can't allow rebels like him."
Silence took over again.
"I see…" The commander sighed again. A faint smile spread on his face.
"Thank you, Vivian. You can go back."
Vivian stood up and walked away.
The door slid open and she cast him one last glance before it closed, separating them.
The commander's brows furrowed, his face turning dark as he gazed out the window at the shadowy figure of the mountain range in the distance, several peaks rising in the sky.
…
Three days earlier. Night.
Deep in the city, a luxurious house stood on a street; all the neighboring houses had collapsed. The house's walls had deep cracks, on the verge of collapse. The only thing holding it together was the rubble of the neighboring houses, which surrounded the whole house, completely submerging it and leaving only the roof visible.
The roof had not sunk in as it was covered with sheet metal instead of tiles.
If one wanted to enter, he had to make it through the roof. And surprisingly, at the corner of the sheet metal roof, there was a forcibly broken hole leading to the inside of the house.
…
"We're gonna die," A man muttered under his nose, fear evident in his voice.
He sat on the ground, hugging his knees as he rocked back and forth.
Growl!
His stomach growled.
"We can't leave. The monsters are outside. We'll starve,"
He had dark circles underneath his eyes. His face had sunk in, and his mouth dried. His skin was an unhealthy pale color. He had starved for a long time.
Rubble covered the floor around him, rubble coming from the broken windows.
The only light in the room was the moonlight coming through the hole in the roof.
Across from him, a young man and woman leaned on a wall and hugged together. The man was handsome and had blonde hair, while the woman was even prettier, with brown hair and streaks of blue, giving her a unique beauty.
But, the days of starvation had gotten to their beauty as well, greatly diminishing it.
Growwl!
The woman's stomach growled as well.
The young man by her side glanced at the other man. Seeing him rocking on the ground, caught in his desperation and not paying attention, the young man reached into his pocket.
Swisss.
The insides of his pocket let out the sound of thin plastic foil as his hand grabbed something. He pulled out a cookie.
Swoosh!
As a wolf sensing its prey, the desperate man caught the sound of the plastic foil. Instantly, he turned his head.
'A cookie?' He couldn't believe his eyes.
Immediately, the other man tried hiding the cookie.
A dark, malicious light flashed in the desperate man's eyes. His whole face darkened, and veins popped out, his anger rising. 'A cookie! He saved a cookie till now! And he is trying to get it from me! He wants to starve me!! HE WANTS TO KILL ME! BASTARD!'
"HARRRRY!!!!!" He stood up, gnashing his teeth. His teeth creaked.
Harry, the man with the cookie, immediately stood up. "Rone, calm down! I can explain!"
Rone stepped forward. The moonlight fell directly on him. He raised his head, looking at the outside sky through the hole, and saw the three moons in the sky.
The malice in his eyes intensified.
Swoosh!
Instantly, he shot forth with terrifying speed.
"Damn!" Harry stepped back. Immediately, he put his hands forth, dropping the cookie. "Lightnin…"
PAM!
Before he could activate his power, Rone arrived before him, landing a clean punch on his jaw.
Thud!
Harry collapsed, and Rone jumped on him.
Thud! Thud!
The punches fell on his face.
His girlfriend watched from the side coldly.
"You tried hiding food! You wanted to have it all to yourself! You wanted to make me starve!"
Swoosh!
Rone reached to the side, grabbing a stone.
"Die!"
SPLASH!
Raising the stone above his head, he mercilessly swung down, smashing Harry's head.
Blood splashed around, getting on his face, but he didn't seem to mind it.
Thudd! Splash!
He swung repeatedly, his gaze cold, fixated on the crack in the skull. Blood gushed out, and white brain matter slowly came out, painting the ground red with pieces of his brain.
In an instant, a handsome young man turned into a disgusting, cold corpse over a mere cookie.
"Heh." Rone laughed. "HEHEHEEHEHEHEHE!"
He dropped the stone, placing his bloody palm on his face, laughing hysterically as he sat on the bloody corpse like a demon.
"Harry, it seems my dashing ability is better than your lightning!"
He laughed for several seconds before finally coming down, gazing at the cookie on the ground.
Swoosh!
He jumped at the cookie on the ground.
With trembling hands, he picked it up and tore it open.
Munch! Munch!
He stuffed the whole cookie in his mouth, munching on it.
After starving for over a week, he finally saw hope in the cookie.
Gulp!
Gulping the cookie, he threw his face on the ground, licking the cookie's crumbs.
Truly, starvation made a person appreciate even the crumbs.
The woman stared at this scene, her eyes wide open as her heart raced in fear.
Her thoughts raced, trying to think of a solution.
Silently, the corners of her lips went up.
"W-What have you done?" She uttered, her voice breaking and shaking in fear.
Swoosh!
Rone abruptly turned his head, looking at her.
His gaze met with her alluring body, plum chest, and the outline of her tanga underwear visible through the clothes.
"Hehe…" Rone laughed, his eyes flashing with pink light. An intense lust filled his heart. "To think the collage beauty would fall in my hands!"
He stood up and slowly walked towards her, licking his dry mouth.
"W-What do you want to do?" she shouted, trying to back away, but the wall behind her blocked her.
Swoosh!
Rone pounced on her like a beast.
"NO! Let me go." She struggled, but in vain. She couldn't break free.
Rip!
With a pull, Rone ripped her shirt off, revealing her tender, plum breasts with only the bra as cover.
While she continued struggling, he forcibly removed her jeans. She only had her underwear left.
"Let me go!"
"Hehe… Anne, don't worry, I'll make you feel good,"
He pulled her bra up, revealing her bare breasts with pink nipples.
Like a hungry beast, he jumped on her breasts, squeezing the one while licking and sucking on the other. The blood on his face painted her breasts red. Under the moonlight, the scene turned disgusting while also strangely erotic.
Her pink nipples got hard, and Rone slowly went down her abdomen with one hand, reaching into her tanga.
"Ohh?" He received a pleasant surprise; his lips curled into a satisfied smile. "You are already wet. It seems you are nothing more than a bitch in heat. Despite killing your boyfriend, you are still spreading your legs here for me."
"Let me go! You monster!" She screamed in tears.
"You are ready to take it in," He ignored her and pulled down his pants, revealing his bone-hard thing.
"No! Please don't!!" Anne screamed as he touched her private part with his.
Shluck!
As if perfect fit, his thing slipped inside through the slippery juices.
"Aghh…" Suddenly, Anne lost her strength to resist.
"Ahh…." Rone let out a satisfied sigh. "I always wanted to fuck you…and I knew you'd feel great… but you are amazing."
Clap! Clap!
He slowly started moving, thrusting his hips.
As he moved, Anne's legs swayed in the air.
"Moan for me," He got closer to her, licking her neck.
She tried moving her head away, but there was no way out. He slowly moved his tongue down and continued licking her hard nipples while he moved his hips.
"Bastard!" She cried, moving her hands around as she tried to get away with the last strength in her.
Slowly, she reached with her left hand to the side and tightly clenched something in her palm.
Swoosh!
"Bitch!" Rone screamed as he stopped moving, grabbing her hand with both arms. "Are you trying to kill me…"
However, to his pleasant surprise, instead of a rock meant to kill him, he found another cookie in her palm.
"Hahahah…" He laughed. "It seems you are trying to hide food from me as well. You need to be punished!"
Clap! Clap! Clap!
His thrusts and speed intensified.
"Ohh? You got tighter?" Rone let out a laugh as he grabbed her neck. "It seems you like it rough!"
His speed increased even more as he started gently choking her.
Unaware of the movement of her right hand, he continued to move and experience the great pleasure.
Thud!
With a dull sound, his head split open.
Splash!
Blood splashed around.
"Y-You…" His eyes widened as he slowly fell on her.
Blood covered Anne's tender and fit abdomen.
"Get off me, pig," She spoke with disgust, pushing him aside, his thing slipping out of her.
Thud! Thud!
She stepped on his private part, hitting it.
Thud! Splash!
With two quick movements, she hit him twice more, ending his life for sure.
"Getting you to use my body? I don't mind!" She looked at him with mockery and disgust. "What if you fuck me? I'll gladly let even a hundred men fuck me If it means I'll survive. I care about nothing more. I'll do anything to survive."
She looked at Rone's corpse and her boyfriend's, Harry. "Luckily, I didn't tell you my true ability. You two imbeciles couldn't even provide a little food for me. Are you a man? How can you be afraid to go outside? At first, I wanted to make use of you, but you proved to be useless. I had to dispose of you." She smirked, the moonlight bathing her naked body covered in blood. "Luckily, you were easy to manipulate. I knew you'd go crazy over a mere cookie, while I also knew Harry had hidden food and would take it out if he saw me in pain. At least, he cared for me. It's a pity, but so be it; this way, I have the best chance of survival."
As she spoke, the slight pink hue faded from her eyes.
"You fell prey to your lust and my enchantress ability."