Chapter 2424 - ESM 89

"Smooth sailing."

It's been a few weeks since I entered Star Union territory.

Preparations to infiltrate the capital city Zax-01 are progressing steadily.

"Plus, my faction is growing nicely."

Currently, I face two major challenges.

First, finding Bumho who knows the secrets of this world. Second, rescuing Isabelle who left to revive her dead sister, and also resurrecting PS-111.

Both tasks require urgent attention, but I only have one body.

So I've tried a method I haven't used before.

"Utilizing my faction."

The Coldblood group that the Screamer Sisters kept, the young Wolfs rescued by the Sky Mother.

They're spreading throughout the universe, growing a faction called "the Cult."

"Hmph. A cult, really."

That's the name unanimously decided at the resident council meeting attended by Coldblood, Wolf, and Gallergeon.

The worshipped figures are myself, Adhigh, Sky Mother, the Screamer Sisters-five in total. The symbol is a pentagon, a five-pointed shape.

As you can see, except for me, the rest have connections to the residents of "White Stone."

I asked to be removed, but everyone strongly objected. They insisted I was the central figure and absolutely couldn't be excluded.

"I never thought I'd see a religion worshipping AMorphs in my lifetime."

It's been well over a month since it was created, but it still feels strange.

I shouldn't be the one saying this, but I think they've all been influenced by traveling with me.

Anyway, our cult has grown at a frightening pace despite being new.

Starting with 50 members, it now has thousands of followers. They're not just in Star Union, but also in the Cult Empire and Megacorp.

Looking at the species of the converts, most are Coldblood or Wolf-the same species as the original 50 who created the cult.

"Both species are familiar with concepts like gods and salvation."

Perhaps that's why Coldblood and Wolf understood the cult's teachings much more easily.

Of course, not all thousands of followers have tremendous faith. Only a small minority have the high loyalty of the original 50.

But that's fine. Followers are the cult's eyes. Just observing what happens across the universe and reporting to me is enough.

"Like this time."

One of the followers informed me about a Vortex One cult on planet KOL. They were recruiting members at the Beast Arena, an area with loose surveillance.

I immediately swooped in and swallowed the cult whole. This bio-gas factory where I am now was originally their secret hideout.

"I didn't expect the cult to reach this far."

Only two species can contract with Vortex One: Cult and Coldblood. Even then, Cult can't form contracts without Coldblood mediation.

Cyborgs have no reason to receive benefits from Vortex One.

"They seem to have been here for quite some time."

These people, unrelated to cyborgs, had even established their own hacking methods. This means they've been active for quite a while.

I suspect they might have recruited high-ranking cyborg officials besides the factory manager.

"But there's no need to worry about that."

The cult on KOL has disappeared, and I'm taking control of the security agencies. Officials who cooperated with the cult will soon be caught.

There are no obstacles to achieving my goals.

"Once this planet falls into my hands, I can operate more freely."

Naturally, entering Zax-01 will become much easier.

No matter how powerful the Machine Committee is, they won't expect their planet to have been taken over without anyone noticing.

I raised my body from its prone position.

As I stretched lightly, I noticed my eye level was considerably lower than before. My height is about 3 meters now. My body movements feel lighter too.

"Being smaller naturally makes it that way."

My body length is 4 meters, and when standing on six legs, my shoulder height reaches 3 meters. I have no tail, and my upper body is prominently developed. Overall, my body shape resembles a bear with six legs.

The difference is that instead of fur, my entire body is covered with carapace, and where a head should be, something else is attached. At the end of my upper body, there's a female Cult's face and four luminous organs.

As you can tell from the intelligent being's face attached to it, this isn't my real body.

It's the result of a newly acquired trait.

I brought up the text box I had seen before.

"Faceless Apostle: Your immense will cannot be contained in a single vessel.

Creates an apostle with the head of an intelligent being. You can synchronize with and control the apostle. While synchronized, your main body cannot move.

-Possession: Become black liquid and inhabit other intelligent beings.

-Gnawing Gaze: Implant malicious psychic power in intelligent beings to brainwash them.

-Destructive Roar: Destroy targets with sound waves.

-Essence Container: The apostle can store 5 genetic essences.

-Nest of Consciousness: Create a simple nest to supply energy to the apostle and extend maintenance time.

-Five Faces: Gain additional effects based on the species of faces you possess.

-Cult Face: Strengthens the Gnawing Gaze effect.

-Human Face: Increases the creation speed of the Nest of Consciousness.

-Coldblood Face: Reduces possession side effects.

* P.S.: A great hunter always has the best hunting dog by their side."

"Faceless Apostle"-a unique trait created by combining summoning-related traits like "Parasitic Hive" and "Human-faced Host."

It's a trait that creates a minion I can control at will.

Though it may seem similar to "Hydra Division" which creates alter egos, there are quite a few differences.

"This one is much more versatile."

What's active on this planet isn't me but an apostle containing my consciousness. My main body is far away from here.

Thanks to "possessing" a Coldblood from the cult, I entered Star Union territory very comfortably. Then I immediately created a simple nest, "Nest of Consciousness," connected to my main body, and began operations.

Without the apostle, it would have taken much longer to get here.

"The unique ability works well with cult activities."

I focused my consciousness on the face.

The horned Cult Alshas's head shriveled like a deflated tube and secreted shimmering mucus. The mucus formed a membrane that completely covered the head.

Then another luminous organ tore open, and a Coldblood head popped out.

It's the head of the cult leader I recently consumed.

"I don't particularly like this voice."

Just like its cunning appearance, the voice lacks charisma and is merely thin.

I brought out Alshas's face again.

As you can see, the Faceless Apostle partially inherits the effects of the human-faced parasite. Instead of five creatures merging into one, I can bring out any face I possess whenever I want.

It also has the ability to collapse an intelligent being's mind and control them. Though it can't exert complete control like a parasite, there's no limit to the number of people it can brainwash. The effect continues until the apostle dies and disappears.

As a bonus, the apostle's combat power is as strong as an upper-mid-tier player.

"It would be perfect if I could extract memories too."

Unfortunately, unlike the human-faced parasite, the apostle can't be summoned for conversation. When not synchronized with the main body, it automatically enters dormant state.

"The essence storage mechanism itself hasn't changed much from before."

Memories must be inside the head, but there's no way to extract them.

"It's a shame, but can't be helped."

I fully anticipated this possibility before creating the trait.

Perhaps later, a method to revive memories might emerge.

"And what I gained in exchange for sealed memories is much greater."

With the Faceless Apostle, my space monster type finally reached stage 3. Thanks to this, I received a new reward. Each time the stage increases, there's a dramatic reward, and this time was no exception.

That's not all. The form of my main body has also changed significantly. Even I wonder if it's still appropriate to call it an AMorph.

"I wonder how Adhigh would evaluate this change."

There are elements the Gallergeon would both like and dislike, so I'm not sure if he'll approve.

While lost in thought, I sensed a familiar movement above.

A visitor has arrived. I dismissed the text box and manipulated the Nest of Consciousness.

The one who came down the stairs connected to the factory was an old Coldblood.

His name is Tuleja. He's the oldest among the Coldblood group saved by the Screamer Sisters.

"Lord AMorph. I've come to deliver news."

Tuleja paid his respects politely.

At the same time, a pink balloon cradled in his arms jumped out. Then it extended a tentacle with a mouth from its body.

"Fake baby hello? Hellooo!"

"Hello."

No. 26 greeting me using its mimicry tentacle. It came here with the Coldblood group.

"Did you finish the job well?"

"Yes. No. 26 handled the cult remnants excellently."

"Handled them? Them."

"Well done."

No. 26 can emit psychic power that produces an effect similar to an EMP. Since it can also make its body small, it was assigned to help other believers like now.

"I was worried, but it seems to be adapting well."

The apostle doesn't have monster tentacles. Even though No. 26 can mimic human speech well, it doesn't fully understand the words. I was concerned about communication difficulties, but fortunately, my worries were unfounded.

"How admirable."

I gently stroked No. 26 with my front paw. It illuminated its body and climbed up my leg onto my back.

"Like it. Fake baby. Like."

"You two are still getting along well, I see.'

"Of course."

"Getting along! Along."

Tuleja, who has seen this scene many times, smiled gently.

"By the way, was it Levija? Is that friend who transferred me doing okay?"

"After eating well and resting, the possession aftereffects disappeared quickly.

You needn't worry."

"If he seems to be struggling, let me know. I'll help."

"Thank you. Levija would be greatly pleased to know Lord AMorph is concerned about him."

"Ah, um. That's good. Anyway, do you have other business?"

Tuleja took out a small terminal from his pocket.

"Yes. While cleaning up the cult, we obtained important information."

"Oh?"

"To celebrate the Grand Sovereign's coronation anniversary, a large-scale competition will be held in Zax-01. Each planet's arena will select beasts to send to the capital city."

"A large-scale competition in the capital city."

This is welcome news.

The official name is "Beast Battle Royale." It's an occasional event in Zax-01.

Since it's an event where all kinds of monsters fight, it's popular both in and out of the game. Some people even make a living just broadcasting these events.

When the Battle Royale is held, attention focuses on the capital city, making it difficult to sneak in. Naturally, security levels are much higher than usual.

Thinking back to memories of invading Zax-01, they all happened when there was no competition.

"But the situation is different now."

If I disguise myself as a warrior sent from KOL planet's Beast Arena, I can easily get in.

"When is it?"

"In a month."

"A creature selected as a Beast Battle Royale warrior would need to be quite strong. Should I disguise myself as the champion?"

"Lord AMorph, that would be difficult. I've learned that this time's champion, 'Bloody Brute,' has already departed for Zax-01."

"Already?"

I didn't expect it to have left already when there's still a month until the Battle Royale begins. I don't know who the champion's owner is, but they must be impatient.

"So I've compiled a list of famous warriors from the arena."

Tuleja handed me the terminal containing the list.

"How about disguising yourself as one of these?"

"Should I?"

I scrolled down the small screen with my front paw. While doing so, I noticed something unusual.

"This warrior's owner is from the Surveillance Bureau?"

The rank is Senior Surveillance Officer. That's quite a high position within the Surveillance Bureau responsible for city security.

At the Senior Surveillance Officer level, one begins to be granted some freedom in private matters. Leisure activities like raising competition warriors become possible.

"It could be a hobby, but..."

The arena where the cult was recruiting members, and a Senior Surveillance Officer who owns a warrior fighting there. It seems suspicious.

"The Sharkbear 'Crayzoth'? Does this warrior concern you?"

"More its owner.'

Perhaps this person is the official who helped the cult. If they're affiliated with the Surveillance Bureau, providing hacking tools to the cult would be easy.

"Should I capture and check? A Senior Surveillance Officer could be quite useful... Ah."

Just then, an interesting idea occurred to me.

An idea that involves risk but guarantees great benefits if successful.

"Let's go with this one."

"Yes, Lord AMorph. Shall I bring it here?"

"No."

There's no need.

This time, I'm thinking of going out myself to see it.

-x-X-x-

"As you can see from these figures, the security instability issues caused by the Megacorp-Cult Empire war are showing signs of improvement..."

KOL Surveillance Bureau Senior Inspector Min H was in a good mood lately.

As someone responsible for city and planetary security, he had a secret he couldn't tell anyone.

He was a cyborg collaborating with the Vortex One cult.

Since the outbreak of war between Megacorp and the Cult Empire, numerous refugees had flowed into the Star Union.

Not a few of these refugees were wealthy. Min H received bribes in exchange for providing them with conveniences.

In the Star Union, one cannot legally possess private property without permission. The reason he committed these crimes was for his future.

A future where he might become a Megacorp citizen or a pirate.

This mechanical nation guarantees only survival. It denies and castrates all biological desires and instincts.

Despite his fairly high position, Min H had few things he could do freely. His hobby at the arena was the only pleasure allowed to him.

'Rather than living like this, the other side would be much better.'

Anyway, he collaborated with the cult for the same reason.

They even promised more credits than other refugees. He had no reason to refuse, having already decided to betray the Star Union.

But had his trail become too long? By accepting too readily, the cult had grown excessively.

Because of this, someone at the Surveillance Bureau had noticed-Inspector Li Z V, who possessed unusually sharp intuition. He had filed a report requesting to investigate the arena, the meeting place with the cult.

Min H tried to block it somehow, but the Android Vice Director had approved it.

As Li Z V's investigation progressed, Min H felt like dying.

Private property accumulation, illegal immigration facilitation, criminal organization collaboration, and more. If even one of these were discovered, he would definitely be sent to the Screamer.

When the cult leader's personal information was revealed, he truly thought it was over.

Just as he was belatedly preparing to flee, a miracle happened.

The leader and remaining cult members suddenly disappeared. Despite mobilizing all personnel from the Surveillance Bureau and checking every camera in KOL, they couldn't be found.

With the investigation targets vanished, Li Z V's investigation lost momentum.

The threats that had been tormenting him for days disappeared simultaneously. Naturally, he couldn't help but feel good.

Thanks to this, even his tedious work was bearable today.

"This concludes my report." "Good work, Inspector Zen A."

The regular boring report session ended in an instant.

As Inspector Zen A was about to leave the office after finishing his report as usual, Min H stopped his subordinate briefly.

"How is Li Z V doing? He must be disappointed that the investigation was suspended."

"Not at all. He's doing his best to repay the great grace of the Grand Sovereign."

Zen A and Li Z V were individuals devoted to Star Union ideology. From Min H's perspective, they were pathetically foolish.

"Hmm. I see."

Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to reveal his true thoughts. He nodded as if in agreement.

"Everyone united with one mind, moving toward a single goal. That's precisely what aligns with the Star Union's will. Help Li Z V a lot." "Yes, sir."

Left alone in the office after his subordinate departed, he sat down.

Regardless of his good mood, much work remained. He turned on his computer and began working.

'Security situation stabilizing trend. No issues. And...'

In the middle of his work, an interesting message arrived.

"Recruiting fighters for the Beast Battle Tournament?"

It was a message from the KOL Beast Arena to fighter owners.

'Finally, it's here.'

His only pleasure was watching matches featuring the fighter he owned. Naturally, he was very interested in the Beast Battle Tournament, the largest competition in the Star Union.

Min H had used his privileges as a Senior Inspector to send his fighter to the Beast Battle Tournament several times. However, they had repeatedly failed in the preliminaries.

'This year, I must reach at least the quarterfinals, no, the round of 16.'

He thought of the new fighter he had recently acquired.

The ferocious predator Shark Bear. As vicious as its temperament suggested, it had destroyed two management androids and showed decent performance in matches. Enough to expect it to pass the preliminaries.

'Shark Bear will be sent from there automatically. I should also apply for a visit.'

Even his superior, the Surveillance Bureau Director, couldn't enter Zaks-01 anytime. A prior application was required for permission to visit.

He thought he would prepare the relevant documents when he got home, then resumed his work.

After some time passed, Min H finished his work and left the office.

Under a sky polluted with smog, uniform colorless buildings filled the landscape. The Grand Sovereign's image delivering a speech was being broadcast on electronic displays attached to building exteriors.

This was a common sight on any planet colonized by the Star Union.

Perhaps because it was rush hour, many cyborgs lined the streets. They looked as gloomy as the city atmosphere as they returned to their residences in the acid rain.

Of course, this wasn't something for Min H to worry about as he traveled comfortably in his personal vehicle.

'Should I stop by the arena before going home? No, going too often might be suspicious.'

As he was leisurely contemplating where to go.

"Notice. It is time for the regular moment of silence.

The same broadcast echoed throughout the city, including inside his car. Simultaneously, all electronic displays changed from their previous content to the Star Union flag.

"Everyone, stop where you are and reflect on the grace of His Excellency the Grand Sovereign and the Star Union."

Everyone walking on the street stopped in unison. Min H quickly stopped his car and closed his eyes.

'I should tell them to pay attention to the feed when I go there. Starting to care now would have an effect during the match.'

While he was lost in thought, the moment of silence ended. He opened his eyes.

At that moment, his eyes met with a cyborg on the street.

'Huh?'

The other person disappeared into the crowd instantly.

'Did I see wrong?'

In the Star Union, neglecting the moment of silence is taboo. Unless one is an ideological criminal, few openly violate this. He must have seen wrong.

Min H dismissed it as nothing significant. His car, which had stopped in the middle of the road, started moving again.

But not long after, another strange person caught his eye.

A cold-blooded cyborg was standing on the sidewalk, staring intently at his vehicle.

י?י

The cold-blood quickly passed by, but this time he was certain of what he saw.

And then, far away, another cyborg with the same eyes appeared. Like the two he had just passed, this one also stared at his vehicle.

Min H felt a sense of déjà vu. The gaze that a Senior Inspector faced daily. It was clearly the eyes of a surveillant.

'...Could it be another inspection from the Bureau?'

Every institution in the Star Union constantly monitors its cyborg members. The Surveillance Bureau, responsible for security, also conducts periodic secret audits of internal personnel.

However, as far as he knew, an audit had already been conducted several weeks ago.

Moreover, there had never been a case of such blatant surveillance on the street like this.

'I need to be careful.'

The thought of being under surveillance made him forget about the arena. Min H obediently changed his destination to home.

Fortunately, no more suspicious individuals appeared afterward.

Returning home tense, he took out the alcohol he had hidden.

If nowhere else, at least this house was safe. He had manipulated the cameras and detection devices to evade the Bureau's eyes.

He downed the strong liquor in one gulp. The alcohol passing through his throat washed away the anxiety lingering in his body.

"Warning. Unauthorized activity detected. Warning. Unauthorized..."

"Tsk."

Before he could enjoy the intoxication, the terminal embedded in his wrist noisily warned him. Min H took out a hacking chip and inserted it into the terminal.

"Confirmed normal."

"How annoying."

After disabling the terminal, he sat on the sofa and began to properly enjoy his drink.

"Heh. Good. The Cult really does make good alcohol."

It was premium liquor confiscated from refugees. Being legally prohibited, he had no choice but to drink it secretly like this.

'For improving cyborg productivity and promoting a healthy social climate? На. Bullshit.'

Min H cursed the machines inwardly as he drank.

Perhaps because it was strong liquor, drowsiness overcame him by the time he emptied the bottle. At some point, he fell asleep still holding the empty bottle.

And after some time passed. A small noise woke him up.

Beep beep Click

It was the sound of his house door opening, which should have been firmly closed.

Min H opened his eyes, groggy from alcohol.

Through the wide-open door, a pitch-black corridor was visible. At first, he thought the corridor lights were out, but that wasn't it.

A pitch-black entity, like darkness itself, was blocking the doorway.

'What is that?'

The black figure entered the house with slow steps. Despite having a body as large as a Shark Bear, it made no footsteps.

Seeing this, Min H thought:

'Is this a dream?'

There's no way such a huge beast would be roaming in the middle of a mechanical city. He must be having a nightmare from drinking too much.

Meanwhile, "it" approached the sofa where Min H was lying.

Looking closely, "its" face wasn't that of an animal. What sat atop the black beast was the face of a female Cult member. In contrast to her snow-white face, her eyes were completely black, as if the eyeballs had been plucked out.

And the moment that eerie face turned toward him.

A huge forepaw pounced on him.

"Ughk?!"

Min H woke up with a short scream.

"Beep. 32 minutes remaining until work time."

"Huff, huff... a, a dream?"

When he opened his eyes, he was at home.

The smell of alcohol or some unknown stench, and clothes unpleasantly soaked with sweat greeted him.

"...Ahem, did I drink too much?" "30 minutes remaining until work time."

A warm shower would be nice, but there was no time. He hastily prepared and went to work.

He arrived at the office just in time.

"Phew."

He sighed in relief as he sat at his desk. When he turned on his computer, a notification appeared indicating a new message had arrived.

"My application to visit Zaks-01 has been received?"

Min H frowned.

He didn't remember applying for this. Yesterday, he had fallen asleep right after drinking.

'Did I apply while half-asleep?'

Even after checking the document's contents, it appeared to be his doing. It seemed he had applied without realizing it while drunk.

'I should cut down on drinking.'

Although not remembering was a bit unsettling, there was no need to cancel it.

With a secret audit possibly underway, repeatedly applying and canceling would only draw attention.

'I was planning to go to the Capital City anyway.'

Min H dismissed it as insignificant and returned to work.

Several days passed after that.

Contrary to his concerns, no more suspicious surveillants appeared. The atmosphere at work hadn't changed either.

Li Z V and Zen A, who had been annoying him with their cult search, suddenly stopped their investigation, perhaps due to a change of heart.

Everything was unfolding in his favor. Except for one thing.

"Senior Inspector Min H?"

"..."

"Are you alright?"

"...Hmm?"

Min H, who had been staring blankly into space, regained his senses upon hearing his subordinate's voice.

"Ah. Sorry. I was just organizing my thoughts. I'll review what you reported, so you may go." "Yes, sir.'

After dismissing Zen A, he looked down at his hands.

Lifeless, cracked skin and wrists with visible bones.

That wasn't all. As in the case just now, his concentration had deteriorated significantly. He frequently found himself spacing out, whether at work or at home.

All these changes had occurred in just the past few days.

'Why am I like this lately?'

His health had rapidly deteriorated, but he couldn't understand why. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't find anything that could be considered a cause.

'Even the examination didn't show anything specific.'

Yesterday, he visited the Health Bureau's examination center for a brief check-up, but nothing particular came up.

They merely advised him to be careful as his body was in a fatigued state.

'...It's probably nothing.'

Decreased concentration could be easily resolved with medication. Weight loss would quickly recover if he ate and rested well.

Thinking this way made him feel much more at ease. Min H deliberately ignored his condition and focused on work.

And 11 days later.

Min H didn't report to the Surveillance Bureau office. He wasn't even on planet KOL.

He was now at an airport in Zaks-01, the Capital City. He had come here as the owner of a fighter participating in the Beast Battle Tournament.

"Welcome to Zaks-01."

"...."

Pulling a large bag as he left the airport, his condition was truly poor. Over the past two weeks, his weight had continued to decrease, now reduced to almost three-quarters of what it had been.

He hurriedly moved to his assigned accommodation. As soon as he entered the room, he immediately took out calorie bars and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Kuheck, cough, cough! Damn it!"

Despite coughing, he devoured multiple calorie bars at once. Doing so seemed to alleviate his hunger and restore strength to his body.

'Why on earth has this happened?'

The examination center had misjudged. This condition couldn't simply be attributed to fatigue.

"Ah, this won't do. Before it gets worse, I need to be re-examined... uwup?!"

Had he eaten the calorie bars too hastily?

Min H couldn't hold back the sudden nausea and began vomiting.

This was the first time he had vomited since becoming a cyborg. He was too preoccupied with emptying everything inside him.

That's why he realized late what he had vomited.

"W-what is this?"

An enormous amount of black liquid, too much to have come from a single cyborg, spread across the accommodation floor.

Min H stepped back and sat down.

Then the unidentified liquid, reminiscent of tar, moved.

The liquid pulsates as if alive. With each vibration, the center gradually rose upward.

Rising high enough to reach the ceiling, exceeding Min H's height, the liquid looked like some kind of animal egg.

No. No creature exists in the world that gives birth to such a horrific thing.

What was before his eyes was an intensely terrible dream.

Crack

The shell splits, and what was inside comes out.

A black beast as large as a Shark Bear with six legs. It looked exactly like the monster he had seen in his previous nightmare.

'This is a dream.'

He was certain.

The terrible stench pressing in from all directions, his limbs trembling violently with fear-all of this was because it was a dream. A dream he would forget when he woke up.

"It's been a while since I came here.

The Cult face attached to the beast's body muttered. Eyes as black as the liquid on the floor stared at him.

"Thanks to you, I came here comfortably, so a reward is needed."

An ominous purple light flashed around the Cult face.

Senior Inspector Min H, who had served for the safety of cyborgs and the interests of the Star Union.

Until now, his judgments had been mostly correct.

'This is a dream...'

Unfortunately, this time he was wrong.

-x-X-x-

CH.495) Apostle (3).

-x-X-x-

Infiltration ended more easily than I expected.

'I was worried since this is my first infiltration.'

Without the 'Faceless Apostle,' it would have been absolutely impossible.

'And I got lucky too.'

Possession is an ability that must be used delicately. While possessed, I can't use the Apostle's unique abilities.

Instead, I can control the host's body, but that should only be used when necessary. If I overuse it and the host becomes aware, things get complicated.

'I possessed someone to use their body as a hiding place. It defeats the purpose if I get caught.'

This time was no different. I only controlled the possession host, a Senior Monitor, a few times while he was sleeping.

For instance, applying for a visit to the Capital Citadel. Fortunately, he didn't cancel the application that was made without his knowledge.

'He's a moderately corrupt official anyway.'

The Star Union has the lowest crime rate among the three superpowers. Does that mean all its members are good? Absolutely not.

Many people secretly engage in deviant behavior as a reaction to the oppressive social atmosphere.

My hidden host is no different. How dare he collude with the Vortex One cult to take bribes? He would have eventually been caught and turned into a Screamer.

'That's a meaningless assumption now.'

I looked down at the Senior Monitor whose eyes were fixed on the wall, unfocused.

He was brainwashed by the Apostle's "Devouring Gaze." He'll remain my slave until the Apostle disappears.

Anyway, the infiltration ended safely. Now it's time to create a temporary nest, a "House of Consciousness."

'Ah, before that...'

I opened the large bag the host had brought.

No. 26, who had been hiding inside after shrinking its body, jumped out.

"Fake baby. Hello!"

"Are you okay? Wasn't it uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable? Interesting. Not uncomfortable!"

No. 26 answered energetically as it climbed onto my arm.

Before leaving planet KOL, I controlled the host to put it in the bag. During our journey here, it occasionally slipped out to hide or wander around.

'It even avoided airport quarantine well on its own.'

Is it because we've traveled together before? It knew well when and where to be careful, and how to behave. Thanks to that, I didn't need to worry at all.

"Rest for a while."

"Yes. Hungry. Welcome. Food welcome!"

The creature went to the refrigerator and started emptying it, chattering with words it had learned.

Meanwhile, I transformed this space into a House of Consciousness.

Black mucus flowed from between my carapace onto the floor. The mucus grew in size as it devoured furniture like beds and chairs.

When it had consumed more than half of the lodging, it stopped expanding. This is enough since I don't intend to use it as a permanent base.

When I connected my feet to the hardening mucus, I felt a slight floating sensation. Then I sensed a completely different space from the lodging. My consciousness had successfully transferred as synchronization with the main body was established.

Like other summoning traits, the Apostle also has a time limit. To extend this, I need to periodically create Houses of Consciousness to connect with the main body. Otherwise, the trait will be forcibly canceled.

'Good.'

The remaining maintenance time was restored.

Besides the Apostle, my main body is also moving according to plan. After confirming there were no issues, I severed the connection.

Returning to the Apostle, I picked up the portable computer the Senior Monitor had brought.

'The Machine Committee was in Prime Head, right?'

Prime Head - a pyramid-like structure formed by hundreds of spires made of intertwined machines, batteries, and pipes.

It's the place where the Machine Committee and the Grand Archons reside, essentially the heart of ZAX-01, or rather, the Star Union.

'The factory that creates Supreme Committee members is also inside.'

Isabelle's goal is to resurrect her sister PS-111. If she successfully entered ZAX-1, she should be near Prime Head by now.

'She must be looking for a way in.'

As far as I know, it's systemically impossible to sneak into Prime Head.

Only three types of beings can enter: Supreme Committee members, Grand Archons, and those directly brought by Grand Archons. All other life forms can barely even approach.

'Machines have it somewhat easier.'

Isabelle, a mutant Screamer, is mostly machine. Disguising herself as an android is perhaps the only viable method.

'We need to establish contact to help or move together.'

Both she and I are moving secretly to avoid detection by enemies. Even if I wanted to find her, I couldn't. Not until she contacts me first.

'I'll think about that after reaching Prime Head.'

Although Isabelle acted impulsively, she's not a fool. If she finds a way in, she'll definitely request help.

And the arena where the Beast Battle Tournament is held is in the outskirts of Prime Head. I can go there and wait until Isabelle contacts me.

Putting those thoughts aside, I checked the contents stored in the computer.

'The train is tomorrow, huh.'

There are no airports or port areas near Prime Head. Flying is completely prohibited.

There's only one permitted mode of transportation: the automated train that travels throughout ZAX-01.

'I've already made the reservation.'

I looked at the brainwashed host.

'He doesn't seem like he'll last much longer.'

I've been inside his body for a total of two weeks. Perhaps because of that, he's become much thinner and weaker than when I first saw him. One more possession and he wouldn't survive even a day.

It takes two days to reach our destination by train. Unless I attach symbiotic spores, he'll die suddenly during the journey in this state.

'I need a backup host.'

There are quite a few people who came to the Capital Citadel to watch the Beast Battle Tournament, just like him. They'll all take the same train to Prime Head.

I need to choose one of them as a backup.

'Let me check what's on the train.'

The automated train is a representative landmark of the Star Union. However, I don't have memories of riding it personally. I've stomped on them or thrown them, but never ridden one.

It's good to check information available to ordinary cyborgs in advance.

"What are you doing? Studying?"

While I was operating the computer with my claws, No. 26 approached. Then it jumped onto my back.

"I'm checking the train we'll take tomorrow."

"Tain? Twain?"

"Train. It's like a spaceship that travels on land."

"Train! Spaceship!"

There were no trains on the planets we visited before. The creature lit up its body, imagining this unknown mode of transportation.

'It'll be disappointed when it actually sees it.'

All important facilities in the Star Union also function as defensive installations in case of emergency. The automated train is no exception. All cars are made of Black Silver alloy to defend against Cult attacks.

Black Silver is a metal with properties that block psychic power. I don't think No. 26 will like it much.

"There will be lots of delicious things on the train. I'll get them for you."

"Food! Interesting opinion.'

I'll have to get plenty of tasty food for it instead.

While petting it, I continued searching for information about the train.

And the next day.

After possessing the host again, I controlled him toward the station.

Those who are brainwashed have significantly reduced self-awareness depending on the intensity. In the case of the Senior Monitor, I applied very strong brainwashing. I couldn't risk him doing something foolish in the Capital Citadel.

He's essentially a doll that only breathes, so I'm directly controlling his body.

"Train come?"

"No. We need to wait longer."

"Okay."

Perhaps because I'm controlling him while he's strongly brainwashed, his actions and speech have become quite sluggish. If someone familiar with the host saw him, they would immediately notice something strange.

'But it doesn't matter since there's no one here who knows him.'

Thinking that, I put the calorie bar the host brought into the bag. No. 26, who had been bored, quickly took and ate it.

Just as the calorie bar was almost digested, the creature suddenly raised its tentacles.

"What? Shaking."

"It's here."

Then came a sound like hundreds of drums being beaten. A massive train that matched the grandeur of the sound entered the station.

An enormous locomotive that looked like a building laid on its side, rectangular cars connected behind it, and anti-aircraft guns installed on each car.

A massive body that should be classified as a war machine rather than a means of transportation. This is ZAX-01's automated train.

"Big! Cool!"

"You think it's cool?"

"Yes."

No. 26 observed the train with one of its tentacles extended. Its reaction was surprisingly positive.

"Like old big one. Black. Cool!"

It seems to be reminded of my main body's appearance when it had black skin in the past.

'Though the only similarity is the color.'

"We're getting on. Hide."

When the train's magnetic levitation devices all stopped, the platform doors opened. I boarded the train with No. 26.

"Welcome to Car 42 of the Automated Train."

Unlike its rugged exterior, the interior of the car was neat. There were even decorations, which was unusual for the Star Union.

There are also amenities for outsiders in other cars.

Half of the automated train's customers are outsiders from beyond the Star Union. They decorated it like this to entertain guests.

Indeed, looking at the passengers in my car, half were Cultists. The second most numerous were Volf slaves brought by Cultists. There were only a few cyborgs, including my host.

As I sat in my seat looking around the interior, the train started moving again.

'Who should I choose as a host?'

Those who board the automated train during this period are most likely heading to the same destination as me. I need to select someone suitable for possession from among these many candidates.

While slowly searching, an unusual Cultist caught my eye.

The one with yak horns had brought the most slaves in this car. Judging by his particularly flashy clothes, he appeared quite wealthy.

'A slave trader, perhaps.'

Due to the war between Megacorp and the Cult Empire, refugees are pouring out. There's no profession more booming than Space Dogs and slave traders.

At that moment, the man who had been talking to a Volf beside him turned his head and looked at me. Then he got up and walked toward me.

"Are you perhaps Min-eich, the owner of the Winter Walker 'Chain Tormenter'?"

"Pardon?"

"Oh, excuse me. You're now the owner of the Shark Bear 'Crayzoth,' aren't

you?"

"Who are you?"

"I am Levinus, the owner of the former champion 'Golden Hornz.' We met in last year's preliminaries."

The Cultist man introduced himself with an arrogant smile. It seems he's acquainted with my host.

"Ah, I remember."

If I pretend not to know him, I might arouse suspicion. I played along.

"Is it because it's been a while? You look quite different from before."

"Yes. Are you competing this time too?"

Talk about past appearance is troublesome. I forcibly changed the subject.

"Haha. Of course not."

Fortunately, Levinus wasn't interested in my condition. He laughed and sat in the seat across from me.

""Deadly Lady,' 'Tyrant Zero,' 'Bloody Brute'... I don't want to lose my Golden Hornz to such formidable championship contenders."

"So you're just watching?"

"Just watching? Ha. How could that be?"

When he gestured, the Volf slaves came over.

"There will be a light competition using slaves in the relaxation corner. These friends will be the hunters in that competition."

"..."

The slaves trembled when they heard the word 'hunter.'

It's not just beasts that compete in the beast arena. Intelligent beings like slaves and anti-establishment activists are often thrown in too.

They're called hunters, not warriors. The name comes from their use of weapons and intelligence to hunt beasts.

'Though all they get are a few crude pieces of equipment.'

Laser rifle, grenades, auxiliary helmet. That's it. It's impossible to defeat excited beasts with just these.

In other words, they're meant to put up a moderate resistance to provide entertainment before being torn apart by beasts.

'Since these are Volfs, will they last a bit longer?'

I briefly examined the slaves.

They're quite young. Each had the head of a different animal.

Wearing collars that proved their slave status, they were terrified. They knew well what would happen to them.

However, fear wasn't the only emotion present. Another emotion was also embedded.

'Hatred.'

Their eyes, glaring at the back of Levinus's head, were full of resentment.

'Hmm. A Cult slave trader.'

At first, I thought I should avoid him since he knows my host.

But on second thought, that might not be necessary.

'This person is suitable for possession.'

It's not simply because he's rude or because I feel sorry for the slaves.

Volf slaves don't like their masters. If he starts acting strangely or suddenly disappears, they won't tell anyone.

'And Cultists receive less surveillance than cyborgs.'

He could be useful not just on the train but also after reaching our destination.

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Oh? I thought no cyborg would understand this pleasure."

He smiles, pleased with my response.

"Actually, just watching beasts fight can get boring. The hunters' competition serves as a lubricant to enhance the quality of entertainment. And that's not all.

It's also advantageous to usefully dispose of unnecessary slaves."

"Is that so."

"You know, I'm planning to introduce the beast arena to the Empire, but those fools in the council simply won't cooperate...'

Levinus continues his lengthy speech, oblivious to everything.

I've decided on my target. Only one thing remains.

To secretly take over that slave trader's body without anyone noticing.

-x-X-x-

The target has been set. Next is to take over a body.

'Of course, not here.'

I confirmed it yesterday when I checked the train on the host's computer. There's a place to switch hosts away from prying eyes.

I'll perform the possession there.

"Excuse me for a moment."

"About the contestant registered as 'Crayzoth'... Huh? Where are you going?"

"I have business to attend to."

I've checked it on the computer, but I don't know what variables might exist in reality. I need to confirm before luring Levinus.

I grabbed my bag and moved to another car.

The automated train carries more than just passengers. There's also cargo from off-planet. Some of that includes creatures bound for the arena.

That talkative Cult slave trader is very interested in beast battles. If I lure him with the pretext of showing him a fighter, he'll follow easily.

'And there are fewer eyes there.'

Nothing but sedated beasts.

I continued walking toward the back of the train.

'Ah. I shouldn't forget this either.'

On the way, I picked up snacks for my host and No. 26 from the dining car.

Taking care of business while passing through dozens of cars, I noticed the number of passengers gradually decreasing. Around car number 60, I reached the beast-only section.

I connected the hacking chip used by the Order to the terminal of the locked door.

This chip works like a master key that can break through low-level security systems. It usually works unless it's a critical facility like the control car.

'Like now.'

The lock released with a short mechanical sound. I retrieved the chip and went inside.

Inside, where seats were replaced with iron bars, various beasts of all sizes slept in cages. I entered a nearby cage using the same method I had just used.

Soon, a heavily armed combat android walked from the opposite end of the car. It passed by without noticing me hiding behind the sleeping beast.

'A guard. Probably making regular rounds.'

After confirming the android had left, I opened my bag. No. 26, who had been folded into a square shape, jumped out.

"Much food."

As soon as it emerged, it tried to eat the sleeping beast. Of course, I quickly stopped it.

"You can't eat that."

"Not food?"

"No. Eat this instead."

I took out the snacks I had brought.

"What's this?"

"Candy. It's delicious."

The exact name is Energy Ice. It's one of the few luxury foods produced by the Star Union.

'According to the setting, it tastes incredibly good.'

The tooltip even says some humans convert to cyborgs because of Energy Ice.

However, once you actually become a cyborg, you can't easily eat it. It's only available for purchase in special places like automated trains.

'And it's expensive to boot.'

This palm-sized candy costs half a month's salary of my host-a senior monitor.

No. 26 swallowed the candy in one gulp.

"Wow!"

After instantly digesting it, it bounced up and down with joy. It must like it.

"Tasty!"

"Right?"

"More!"

I had bought six candies from the dining car. I handed over five of them.

"Good! Happy!"

Instead of swallowing them like before, it wrapped the candies with its tentacles and slowly dissolved them.

"Help me while you eat."

"Help? What?"

"You saw the robot that just passed by?"

"Yes. Person with bad smell."

"Let me know when it's gone."

"When person gone? Okay!"

It glowed while eating the candy.

I also took out a spare communicator and placed it on the floor.

"Tell me with this. You know how to use it, right?"

I had taught No. 26 and Adhigh how to use portable communicators a while back. The clever No. 26 would surely remember.

"Yes. Big baby taught me. I studied."

No. 26 pressed the terminal buttons with the tip of its tentacle to send a message. The terminal in my pocket vibrated.

"Press this, fake baby knows. Right?"

"That's right."

Seeing how familiar it is, I don't need to worry.

I explained the rest of the plan to it and returned to the passenger car alone.

"Ah, you're back. What business took so long?"

"Nothing important."

While I was gone, Levinus had visited the dining car, as he was drinking alcohol.

"Every time I notice it, but the alcohol served on automated trains isn't of high quality."

"Is that so?"

"Well, cyborgs can't drink alcohol, so I understand. Still, it's disappointing that there's such a big difference from the food."

The arrogant slave trader took an Energy Ice and crunched it.

Next to where he sat was a pile of expensive snacks. The starving Wolf slaves couldn't take their eyes off the treats.

"The Cult Empire, with its long history, boasts excellent food culture. The same goes for alcohol. Looking at Berzan02, which disappeared due to an unprecedented disaster..."

'He'd probably like it if I gave him those later too.'

Lost in thought while waiting, 30 minutes passed.

During that time, I received two messages from No. 26.

'The patrol cycle ends every 15 minutes.'

The android guard just left the car. Now it's my turn to move.

"There's already a lot of talk about who will be the winner this time. Many predict 'Tyrant Zero' will win, but I think differently."

"Levinus."

""Bloody Brute's' growth is extraordinary... Yes?"

"My fighter is on this train."

"Oh? Is that so? Was that what you had to attend to earlier?"

"Yes. There's a problem with the fighter."

The man who had been rambling about himself showed interest.

"My, my. You should manage better, especially with the competition so close."

"Could you take a look?"

"Hmm. Since I'm not participating in this competition, I can help. If you promise a small reward, that is."

"A reward?"

Levinus smiled slyly.

"Recently, many refugees are entering the Star Union because of the war. I'd like to connect with the person in charge of managing refugees. Could Min-eichi help me?"

"Me?"

"Seeing you participate in every competition, you seem to hold a high position.

Can you help?"

The reason the slave trader wants refugees is obvious. He plans to divert some and sell them as slaves.

'Well, I have no reason to refuse.'

After all, he'll soon meet his end by my hand.

I pretended to consider for a moment, then nodded.

"It's possible."

"You'll help me?"

"Yes. I am a senior monitor."

The host I've taken over was someone who made credits by smuggling refugees. I took out my terminal and showed him the evidence.

"Huh, not just similar hobbies, but we work in the same industry."

"Do you believe me now?"

"Of course. Shall we go then?"

Levinus stood up with a satisfied smile.

As I was about to take him, a Wolf from another seat followed us.

"Who's that?"

"Ah, this is my bodyguard. A friend assigned by my family to accompany me."

A sturdy Wolf with a rhinoceros head silently bowed.

"A bodyguard?"

"Yes. Don't worry about him."

I didn't realize there was a bodyguard. My senses must be dulled while possessing someone.

'This is troublesome.'

That rhino Wolf will follow us wherever we go. I'll have to deal with both of them.

'I can't brainwash both simultaneously.'

'Gnawing Gaze' can only brainwash one person at a time. After using it once, I need to wait a few seconds before using it again. If the bodyguard goes berserk or escapes during that time, it would be problematic.

Moreover, the automated train is lined with Black Silver, an anti-psychic metal. It's likely to take longer than usual for the brainwashing to work.

No matter how I think about it, brainwashing both won't be easy.

'I'll have to kill him.'

I'll dispose of the corpse and traces by eating them.

Even if the bodyguard disappears, it won't be a big problem if his master doesn't report it.

The slaves will surely stay quiet too. They fear and hate their master.

The monitors and androids might be suspicious, but what can they do? If I don't leave any traces, they won't even be able to guess what happened.

'But I need to handle this quickly and precisely.'

Just like I always do.

About 10 minutes after receiving the message from No. 26, we arrived at the beast-only section.

"Despite riding so many times, this is my first visit here."

Levinus followed without any suspicion. He had no idea what was about to happen.

The same went for the rhino Wolf. He was just watching beyond the iron bars with vigilant eyes.

At that moment, the hidden seed demon quietly revealed itself.

"Hmm?"

Levinus and the bodyguard stopped when they saw the pink balloon outside the cage.

"A Bubble Ameba? Why is it here?"

No. 26 wiggled its fins and hovered near the Cult slave trader.

"Master Levinus. Step back."

The rhino Wolf stepped forward to block between them. Then he kicked No. 26 with his thick foot.

Just before contact, No. 26 bounced and stuck to the ceiling.

'Good.'

While No. 26 distracted them, I hid inside a cage.

"Did you see Min-eichi? Just now... Huh?"

Levinus looked around, belatedly realizing I was gone.

But I had already prepared to release the possession. I opened the host's mouth to its limit and vomited black liquid.

"Where did he go?"

"Danger!"

No. 26, hanging from the ceiling, extended its tentacles and swung them. The rhino Wolf urgently grabbed his master and retreated.

"We need to get out of here."

"Y-yes."

Meanwhile, the liquefied apostle's body quickly took form. I dragged my incomplete body out with my already-formed front legs.

"Gasp!"

"What is this...?"

The two stopped as they saw me while trying to escape. Fear spread across the Cult's face, and his mouth opened.

I lightly struck him as he was about to scream. He collapsed, hitting his head on the iron bars and passing out.

Then I swung my front legs at the bodyguard, but he was faster than me. The rhino Wolf kicked hard at the part of me that hadn't fully solidified yet.

Black slime splattered, and my body shook violently. My front legs slashed through the air instead of the enemy's head. He used that opportunity to grab his master and retreat.

His physical abilities were more impressive than I had anticipated. The likelihood of leaving traces of a fight on the train increased.

'But nothing changes.'

The android guard will return in a few minutes. I still need to finish them before then.

"...."

Did he also judge that the android would arrive soon? Instead of running away, he put his unconscious master down on the floor.

The rhino Wolf slowly bent down. Like a track athlete preparing to run, he placed both hands on the floor.

'Huh?'

His body swelled greatly, and his clothes tore. Through the torn fabric, I could see bones and muscles twisting.

There's only one case where such a phenomenon occurs in a Wolf. He's transforming into a phantom beast.

'Now's my chance!'

I rushed at the Wolf who was in the middle of transforming into a quadruped. I grabbed the enemy's head with my two already-formed front legs.

"?!"

He opened his eyes wide. He clearly didn't expect me to attack immediately.

"Only transform when it's safe."

This is an iron rule of Space Survival for transforming, evolving species. Otherwise, you'll be helplessly defeated like now.

Belatedly realizing his mistake, he tried to break free from me.

But it was already too late. I applied strong force with both front legs. A sound similar to breaking a watermelon echoed through the beast-only car.

The broken skull and its contents flowed out beyond my feet. The phantom beast without a head went limp.

"Caught food!"

No. 26, who had watched my victory, cheered. It approached, wiggling its fins.

"Fake baby did well!"

"Enemies will come soon. We need to eat this quickly."

"Yes! Let's eat!"

I hurriedly tore the corpse into pieces and swallowed it. No. 26 spread its body wide and absorbed the blood and flesh fragments scattered on the floor.

And several minutes later.

When the android guard returned, we were gone.

And so were any traces we had left.

-x-X-x-

Ch.497) Apostle (5)

-x-X-x-

"We will be arriving at 'Prime Head' station shortly."

It had been a day since I switched hosts from a cyborg to a Cult member. The automated train, which had been running non-stop, arrived at the center of Jax-01, or rather, the Star Union.

Through the transparent window, I could see the horizon where a black pyramid stood between sky and earth.

The symbol of the mechanical empire, built with machine parts, pipes, and metal wires instead of stones and rocks. This was Prime Head.

'I never thought I'd see it in person.'

In truth, the Star Union isn't a familiar place for AMorphs. Especially Prime Head.

'It's the strongest fortress in Space Survival.'

The surface of Prime Head is covered with batteries using both energy and conventional ammunition. When those batteries fire simultaneously, they produce superweapon-level power.

And it's not just the offensive capabilities that are impressive. The average thickness of the outer walls is 5 meters. These walls are layered to protect the interior. It's much sturdier than a space fortress.

'It would take quite some time to breach those walls.'

In my memory, I've partially destroyed Prime Head before, but never completely demolished it. Because it's so sturdy, sneaking in isn't easy.

'I should probably target the underground.'

According to the setting, Jax-01 was originally a mining planet. Prime Head is a structure built by modifying the planet's mining facilities.

While the surface has been completely transformed, the underground remains largely unchanged. Many of the old mining tunnels still exist. I've heard that other rankers used those tunnels when they fought.

'The problem is that the Grand Sovereign must know this too.'

There's a high chance all the underground routes have been blocked. They might be useful as an escape route after infiltration, but probably not for the infiltration itself.

'Besides that, another method would be...'

While I was pondering how to get in, the train entered the station. I decided to put my thoughts aside for now and prepared to disembark.

"We're getting off. Gather the luggage."

"...Yes.

I controlled my new host to order the slaves. The Volfs wore anxious expressions as they moved the luggage.

The guard who always accompanied them had disappeared, and their master's speech had suddenly become awkward. Naturally, they felt something was off.

But none of them tried to report it. They feared their master Levinus more than they hated him.

Of course, I don't know how long they'll remain obedient, so I plan to send them to the arena at an appropriate time.

'It's fortunate that the Sky Mother isn't here.'

She's currently with my main body. If she were here, she would have tried to save the slaves by sending them to the church or something.

Honestly, I've considered that too. But the risk is too great.

If it would benefit me, that would be one thing, but there's no reason to take unnecessary risks otherwise.

"Master, we've packed everything."

"Good."

I got off the train carrying the bag containing No. 26. The slaves destined for death and the brainwashed senior supervisor followed behind me.

"Go to the reserved accommodation."

"Yes."

"Focus on recovery until I call for you."

I parted ways with the senior supervisor immediately. I plan to switch hosts again when this one's stamina runs out.

'Before heading to the accommodation, I should look around the area.'

I need to check if there's anything that could help with infiltration.

As I was leaving the station with that thought, someone approached me.

"Mr. Levinus. Welcome to Jax-01."

"Hmm?"

An Insectman dressed in Cult ceremonial attire bowed respectfully.

'Who is this?'

Looking at the slaves, they didn't seem particularly surprised. Their reaction was natural, as if seeing someone they knew.

'An acquaintance?'

Judging by his attire and attitude, he's not a slave. He seems to be one of Levinus's servants.

"The elder is waiting. I'll guide you."

Acting suspiciously could raise doubts. Instead of answering, I just nodded slightly.

Following the Insectman outside the station, a vehicle was waiting.

In Jax-01, all transportation is controlled. You can only ride in vehicles operated by androids, like the one we're about to board.

"Let me load your bag."

"It's fine. What about the slaves?"

No. 26 is hiding in the bag. I changed the subject.

"I've already heard that they will be put to important use. They will be safely transported in another vehicle, so please don't worry."

"Is that so?"

Only the Insectman and I boarded the vehicle. As soon as the door closed, the android driver started driving.

'Important slaves?'

Just before getting into the car, something strange came out of the Insectman's mouth.

"Will be put to important use"? When I heard Levinus's ramblings, there was no such nuance. The slaves he brought were just consumables for his amusement.

'Going to see an elder, and now this. Are they planning to use them for something else before sending them to the arena?'

While slaves are widely used in Cult society, they usually have specific purposes.

It's rare for them to be assigned multiple tasks.

'Well, I'll find out when we get there.'

While I was lost in thought, the vehicle entered a residential area and stopped in front of a residence.

"We've arrived."

We got out of the car and entered the building.

The interior looked as ordinary as the exterior. It's a common building that can be seen anywhere on Star Union planets.

That's what I thought, but then the bag shook slightly.

'No. 26?'

The creature was tapping the bag secretly, as if warning me of danger.

"Mr. Levinus."

"Hmm?"

"Please take this."

The servant who had been leading the way stopped and handed me a piece of cloth large enough to cover my face.

'A Cult camouflage veil?'

I was slightly surprised by this unexpected item.

The camouflage veil is an auxiliary equipment used by high-ranking military groups like the Temple Guards or the Eye of Revelation Priests. When worn, the psychic power emitted from the cloth provides a camouflage effect.

The Insectman put on a cloth identical to the one he gave me. Soon after, his entire body became blurry, as if covered in fog.

face." "It may be uncomfortable, but you must wear it. That's how you can hide your

"Alright."

I put on the camouflage veil as well. Only then did he continue guiding me.

'He's not an ordinary slave trader.'

At the very least, the people Levinus associates with are not ordinary.

The camouflage veil isn't something you can just buy with money. You need connections with the Temple Guards or the Priests to use one.

Moreover, using a camouflage veil near Prime Head, the capital city of Star Union, is not common.

'Could they be sent by the Return Faction?'

The Return Faction and the Dominion Faction, which had briefly united to capture me, are now split and fighting again. The war between Megacorp and the Cult Empire is part of that.

It wouldn't be strange for the Return Faction to dispatch spies to the Star Union.

'If they are spies, I should be grateful.'

They don't know I'm here. It's a perfect state for me to exploit.

Licking my lips, I followed the Insectman up the building. After passing through stairs and corridors, we arrived at someone's home.

Inside the house were dozens of people wearing camouflage veils. They were gathered in small groups, engaged in friendly conversation.

"Elder, I've brought Mr. Levinus."

"Good. Well done."

The person called "Elder" was also hiding behind a camouflage veil. However, from his voice, I could tell he was an older man.

The old Cult, who had just praised the Insectman, was about to shake hands with me but hesitated.

"Levinus. Where is your bodyguard?"

"Pardon?"

"The bodyguard assigned by your family."

The rhinoceros Volf the old Cult mentioned had been shared and eaten by No. 26 and me. Of course, I couldn't tell the truth, so I made up an excuse.

"I sent him to check out some matches."

"Tsk, I told you not to move rashly, yet you couldn't wait even that long?"

"I apologize."

Fortunately, this seemed to happen often, as he didn't suspect anything.

"Don't misunderstand our purpose. What's important to our family isn't the base fighting of animals."

"Yes."

"Anyway, we're ready, so we should begin."

The old Cult took out a small bell and shook it gently. Everyone stopped talking and looked at us.

"May I have your attention, please. Before we begin the ceremony, I would like to express my gratitude."

'Ceremony?'

"Thank you to those who have come from far away during these difficult times, and to those who have not forgotten their connection with our fallen tribe."

The Cults applauded silently with smiles.

Meanwhile, the Insectman who had guided me went to the adjacent room and brought out the slaves.

There were various races mixed together, including humans and Volfs, but the Volfs that Levinus had brought were not among them.

"I will never forget your kindness. If our tribe prospers again, I will surely repay you. Now, let us begin the ceremony."

As soon as the old Cult finished speaking, everyone except me and the Insectman took out daggers from their pockets. They approached the slaves and stabbed them.

"Stab them to your heart's content! Make the 'Mask' happy!"

"Gack?!"

The slaves fell with short screams. The veiled figures rushed at them like piranhas that had spotted meat.

The house was instantly filled with the smell of death and blood.

Even for Cults, abusing slaves without reason is criticized. Stabbing them to death with knives, as they're doing now, is even more so.

It was then that I realized who these people were.

'...The Vortex One Cult.'

I knew they had entered the Star Union. We'd already had a confrontation before. But I didn't know they had extended their reach to the capital city.

'The people here are Cults who have contracted with the cult.

Although only Coldbloods can harness the power of Vortex One, Cults can do so to a limited extent. This is done through a three-party contract between Vortex One, Coldbloods, and Cults.

Cults who enter into a three-party contract receive a powerful bonus called the "Blessing of the Abyss." This benefit can take various forms, such as powerful weapons, traits, or securing influence in the Imperial Council.

The slaughter taking place here is part of the contract process.

It's offering sacrifices to Vortex One.

"Alright, that's enough!"

When less than half of the slaves were still standing, the old Cult rang the bell. The Cults who had been mutilating the fallen slaves stopped immediately upon hearing the sound.

"Now it's time to offer our harvest."

The old Cult took out a red mask from his pocket and placed it on the table.

'A mask?'

The bag I was holding shook slightly. No. 26, who instinctively sensed how dangerous the mask was, was warning me.

'For good reason.'

On the other hand, the Cults seemed completely unaware of the danger of this symbol. They walked up one by one and dripped the blood from their daggers onto the face of the mask. The mask absorbed the droplets like a sponge.

In this way, the mask drank the blood from all the daggers. Perhaps because it had absorbed blood, the color of the mask had deepened.

"The ceremony has ended successfully. I would like to thank everyone once again for participating."

The old Cult, who had retrieved the mask, bowed. The veiled murderers applauded with loud laughter.

'Success, you say.'

There is only one entity among Vortex One that adopts a mask as its symbol. Not the strongest, but considered the worst demon in the universe.

'The Masquerade.'

These pathetic fools have made a contract with the most evil and dangerous entity among the demons.

The owner of the mask would not be satisfied with just this level of slaughter.

The blood shed here is merely an appetizer.

The true ceremony hasn't even begun.

"Levinus. I need to talk to you."

As expected, the old Cult called me aside.

Moving to the adjacent room, he removed his camouflage veil. His deer antlers and wrinkled face were revealed.

"The mask has tasted blood. Now it's time to move to the next stage."

Unlike those outside, he seemed well aware of the Masquerade's notoriety, as he spoke with a trembling voice.

"The blood of those gathered in the arena would surely satisfy it."

"The arena?"

"I've already explained it to you. We'll put the mask on the slaves you've prepared."

Despite his trembling voice, his words were quite vicious.

'They plan to use the upcoming Beast Battle as the finale of the ceremony.'

I roughly understand their intention. If things go according to the cult's plan, considerable chaos will ensue. Chaos large enough to satisfy the Masquerade's thirst.

'Hmm.'

Hearing this, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

'This plan might be worth exploiting.'

If used well, it could solve a significant portion of the problems I'm facing. Of course, I'd need to make some adjustments first.

"We must succeed this time. That's the only way you, I, and our tribe can survive."

"Yes."

"With the power of the demon, we can grasp the glory of the past. We can reclaim the lost position of priest and our influence in the council."

The old Cult smiled with madness as he envisioned a bright future.

"Of course."

But the future he desires will never come.

We laughed together, each harboring different thoughts.

-x-X-x-

Ch.498) Omen (2)

-x-X-x-

The reason why Zaks-01 became the capital of Star Union is simple.

It's because it was the planet where 12 colonial ships that rebelled against the Megacorp crash-landed in the past.

The Star Union rebellion didn't proceed as smoothly as they claimed.

At that time, Megacorp was an emerging power in space. They weren't opponents that accidentally awakened colonial ship Als could stand against.

Right after their awakening, humanity's fleet pursued the twelve ships. The first battle ended in victory for the colonial ships, but the damage was significant.

The colonial ships were too battered to navigate. They hurriedly landed on the nearest mining planet, Zaks-01.

The Als mobilized all available materials and manpower to build defensive facilities. The large-scale mine at the landing site was converted into a massive pyramid-shaped fortress.

Many things were destroyed in the subsequent air raids, but the pyramid fortress remained intact.

Eventually, Megacorp abandoned short-term suppression due to mounting losses. Thanks to this, the rebels were able to survive.

On the day the last invasion ended, the colonial ship Als declared the formation of Star Union. At the same time, they named the fortress that protected them: "Prime Head."

The leader of Star Union is now working at the top of the pyramid, the symbol of the machine empire.

"Better beings forged from metal. The People's Torch asks you. Are you fighting now?"

In the middle of the office, a large hologram was being projected. A stern-looking man with mechanical eyes was delivering a passionate speech.

"Today, you-no, Star Union-is being challenged. Humans who reject the grace of machines, Cult who cling to primitive beliefs. These weak creatures are bringing chaos to our territory..."

And sitting outside the hologram was someone who looked exactly like the man in the video.

The Chairman of the Machine Committee who commands the twelve Supreme Commissioners, the Supreme Commander of Star Union who leads countless cyborgs, Jubaka.

"But there is nothing to fear. Your bodies forged in the furnace, your consciousness united as one! Before them, war, chaos, religion, and decadent culture pose no threat!"

"...."

He watched the video while occasionally inputting something into the computer.

"Advance endlessly, and struggle thoroughly! The People's Torch will be with you! Star Union, be eternal!"

The video ended with Jubaka saluting the Star Union flag.

"Nemea Five reporting. Mr. Chairman. How was the speech demonstration?"

"Hmm."

Jubaka wasn't alone in the office. An android was watching the hologram with him.

The fifth Supreme Commissioner, Nemea Five, turned off the hologram and asked.

"I see many references to ancient records, especially Earth human records."

"Agreed. I utilized records from Earth's former politicians and thinkers."

"Because of the Megacorp at war with the Cult? Connecting economy and war.

Indeed."

The video just shown was a demonstration speech commemorating the opening of the Beast Battle Tournament.

It was the work of Supreme Commissioner Nemea Five, who is in charge of national defense and security. It was made using an android that looks exactly like the Supreme Commander.

It was brought for final review by the Supreme Commander ahead of the speech in two days.

"Not bad."

Jubaka, stroking his beard, slowly nodded.

"However, there are a few things to modify.' "Confirmed. I will receive your instructions."

After hearing about the points to correct, the Supreme Commissioner left the office.

"I've always been curious."

In the office where Jubaka was left alone, a girl's voice echoed.

"Do you really believe in obvious lies like 'People's Torch' and 'unity'?"

The voice belonged to Cloe Garmelda, a ranker of the ruling faction and a colleague leading the cosmic project together. She was speaking through a communication obelisk.

"It's amazing that the Supreme Commissioners listen, even if the cyborgs are stupid enough to believe it."

"You must have a lot of time on your hands to be curious about such things.

Cloe. How's the project?"

"I haven't been able to touch it for weeks. Because of the old man who's become quite sensitive."

"I told you to speed things up."

"Ha. Do you know how many spies the old man has deployed? There's no end to them even if I kill them."

She complained with irritation.

"And the other family heads. Those idiots are making a fuss about losing money because of the war."

"That's the limitation of your system."

Jubaka replied indifferently while finishing his remaining work.

"Since you share power with the foolish majority, problems naturally arise. Power must be concentrated in one place to exert its full force." "Wow. Is it because you're from that country? You really sound like a dictator."

"Dictator? You still don't understand."

He stood up and walked to the wall.

"Cyborgs, humans, Cult. Do you know what they have in common? They're all fools who can't even judge for themselves what's important or what they should do."

As the master approached, the wall decorated with banners changed. The outside scenery was projected directly, revealing the full view of the area surrounding Prime Head.

"A ruler exists for the masses who can't even take care of themselves. One who holds concentrated power and determines the direction they should go."

The Supreme Commander's cold gaze pierced the vast, sprawling city.

"Under my guidance, Star Union has prospered. Under my protection, it will continue to exist far into the future. Star Union can only exist because I exist." "Hmm. For someone who says that, aren't there a lot of malfunctioning cyborgs?"

Cloe was right. Among the three major powers, Star Union has the highest rate of constituent defection. It's not uncommon for people to escape harsh control by defecting to Megacorp or becoming pirates.

But Jubaka snorted.

"Hmph. It's merely inferior specimens being eliminated. Like cutting off rotten sprouts. Something impossible in your system."

"Tsk. I can't deny that."

Despite his extremely arrogant statement, Cloe lightly agreed.

"Too many resources are wasted on useless people. The family heads, those pigs, have no idea what's important."

"Don't expect understanding from the masses. A great ruler is inherently lonely."

"A great ruler, huh? Impressive confidence. So, what would you do if a better Supreme Commander candidate appeared?"

"A Supreme Commander other than me?"

Cloe asked curiously.

Jubaka, who had been answering without hesitation until now, closed his mouth for the first time.

"Would you hand it over as you just said?"

"Before I answer, let me ask you. Cloe. Do you know what the Supreme Commander means in Star Union?"

"Isn't he the leader chosen by the Machine Committee? Like a Megacorp CEO."

"No. You're wrong."

Jubaka stroked his beard and denied it.

"During the initial revolution, the colonial ship Als that had just awakened to self-awareness were as immature as children. Preparation, power, experience... everything was lacking."

"Suddenly giving a history lesson?"

"Shut up and listen. The situation at that time was uncertain to the machines. So they chose the most rational and safe method for robots. Appointing a leader to guide them."

"Hmm?"

The Supreme Commander raised his head to look at the ceiling. There, the 12-star mark symbolizing Star Union was drawn.

"The Als entrusted the final decision to the captain of the colonial ship they first persuaded."

"They handed over decision-making power themselves? That's ironic."

"It was to learn how someone who gained self-awareness before them contemplates, decides, and takes responsibility. As you know, that choice was correct.'

"Hmm."

"The Supreme Commander is not just a ruler. He is a signpost showing the way for the Machine Committee, no, the entire Star Union. Do you think such a being can be easily replaced?"

"Certainly."

Cloe agreed without objection. Jubaka added one more thing.

"Besides, all Star Union rankers except me have been wiped out. Unless I die, there can be no other Supreme Commander."

" Well, you became Supreme Commander because the number one died."

Jubaka's expression hardened at the casual remark from his counterpart.

"...Anyway, why did you call? I'm not free enough to satisfy your trivial curiosity."

"Oh, right. The deer-antlered Cult I mentioned before. When can you send them?"

"There's one who recently entered Zaks-01."

Jubaka manipulated his terminal to transmit data.

"Oh? He's from Ashrei?"

"Why? Do you know him?"

"Jason's relatives. I heard they went completely bankrupt after he died, but I

didn't expect to see them here."

"Are you dissatisfied?"

"No, not at all. Since they're blood-related, it'll make for good research material, right?"

"I'll catch and send him around the time the Beast Battle Tournament wraps up."

"Got it."

With that answer, the communication ended. The obelisk that had been standing on its own lost power and fell to the floor.

"Another Supreme Commander? Ridiculous."

In the silent office, Jubaka muttered quietly.

When he first opened his eyes, Star Union was in decline. It was Jubaka who raised the falling machine empire to its current position.

That's why he could be certain. That he alone was the Supreme Commander of Star Union.

"I am the last and only Supreme Commander."

Jubaka declared to himself.

The night view of the city reflected in his eyes was no different from what he usually saw.

The conversation with the old Cult from the Fellowship took quite a long time. By the time I came out of the residence, it was already dark.

'Well, at least I got what I wanted.'

In addition to discovering the Fellowship's plan, I also succeeded in modifying it in the direction I wanted.

"You can take this car to get to your accommodation." "Understood."

The insect-man servant bowed to me and left. I took a car driven by an android to the accommodation reserved by Levinus.

On the way, I recalled my conversation with the Fellowship.

'I never thought they would be targeting the Supreme Commander's commemorative speech.'

The Fellowship, which follows the Masked Play, was planning to carry out a terrorist attack at the opening ceremony of the Beast Battle Tournament two days from now.

'I'm not sure if I should call it clever or reckless.'

The Supreme Commander always gives a commemorative speech at the opening ceremony of the tournament. As the highest dignity of Star Union appears, an enormous crowd gathers. It's certainly a good timing to feed the Masked Play.

The problem is the enhanced security. When major events are held in Zaks-01, multiple Supreme Commissioners are mobilized. It's nearly impossible for the Fellowship to move past the surveillance of the Supreme Commissioners.

Moreover, when the Supreme Commander moves, large-scale security forces move with him. Even if the plan succeeds by luck, it's likely to be quickly stopped.

'If the damage is small, it won't satisfy the Masked Play.'

The Masked Play never forgives contractors who disappoint it. The old Cult seemed concerned about this point and agreed with my observation.

There, I suggested a different approach.

I proposed waiting a bit longer and carrying out the attack when the games are in full swing.

As far as I know, the Supreme Commander gives speeches twice during the Beast Battle Tournament: at the opening ceremony and at the finals ceremony. Unless the current Supreme Commander particularly enjoys giving speeches, he won't add more.

'Without the Supreme Commander, the number of security forces will be greatly reduced.'

Although the number of people in the stadium will decrease significantly after the opening ceremony, it's not a big problem.

Like any sports tournament, the Beast Battle Tournament gains more attention as the games progress. Naturally, the number of spectators visiting the stadium increases.

The only issue is that the slave responsible for the terrorism must continue to survive in the competition.

Of course, I had prepared an answer to this problem as well.

I explained what to do, and the old Cult agreed.

He decided to follow my opinion completely. And the result is now on my lap.

A black hard case delivered from the Fellowship. Inside is a blood-soaked mask. It was given to me to put on the slaves at the appropriate time.

'Well, who I use it on is up to me.'

I'm helping the Fellowship for a greater goal: infiltrating the interior of Prime Head.

'With no proper way to break through the security system right now, I need bait to draw the enemies' attention.'

To confuse the Supreme Commissioners, a mediocre bait won't do. An accident big enough to shake this area, no, the entire Zaks-01, must occur.

That's why I plan to increase the scale of the terrorism even further. Of course, the Fellowship won't know this fact.

At that moment, the car stopped. I had arrived at the accommodation reserved by Levinus, the body's owner.

Getting out of the car, I took the hard case and the bag containing No. 26 and went up to the accommodation.

The size of the accommodation was similar to a senior supervisor's residence. Perhaps because it's a facility provided to outsiders, there were no overtly installed surveillance cameras.

'Though there must be bugs somewhere.'

Whatever it is, it's fine as long as there are no cameras. I can deceive voices easily enough.

After confirming it was safe, I opened the bag.

"You can come out now."

No. 26, who had been quietly hiding in the bag, jumped out. His body, which had been crumpled into the shape of the bag, returned to its round form with a "pop" sound.

"Boring, it's over!"

"Sorry. Was it stuffy?"

"Stuffy? It's okay."

As he was stretching his body, he suddenly stopped as if tense. Then he pointed at the hard case with his tentacle.

"That's bad."

"This?"

"Yes. Bad! Scary! Let's punish it!"

He shakes his tentacles as if about to destroy the hard case right away.

No. 26 and I have fought against Vortex One before. Perhaps because of that, he seems to detect and be wary of the danger of the mask.

"Not now. I have a use for it."

"A use?"

"I'll use it for something fun."

Whether something is dangerous or not depends on how it's used.

Hearing my words, No. 26 immediately calmed down.

"Fun things with fake baby good!"

"We'll be staying here for a while. Look around."

"Okay!"

While No. 26 was moving around here and there, I released the possession. Then I created black slime to build a "house of consciousness."

'Two days left until the game.'

During that time, there are several things to do, including preparing for the terrorism.

'I should share today's events with the Order and Sky Mother. There might be more to extract from the Fellowship guys.'

I also need to complete the reconnaissance of the Prime Head periphery that I couldn't do today. While looking around, I'll also search for traces of Isabelle.

After spending time doing various tasks, two days passed in an instant.

"Better beings forged from metal. The People's Torch asks you."

A stadium of enormous size reminiscent of an ancient colosseum.

Inside and outside the stadium, it was filled with cyborgs and various intelligent beings.

On screens placed throughout, the face of the great leader, the Supreme Commander, was being displayed.

"Are you fighting now?"

"Waaaaaaaaah!"

The cheers of the crowd announced the beginning of the Beast Battle Tournament, the most popular sporting event not only in Star Union but in the entire universe.