[RUDY WHITEHART]
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“Harvest”
Silver chains wrapped around Rudy's torso like living things—gentle, almost careful—and the poison that had been spreading through his veins stopped.
The corruption reversed and began flowing out of his system, drawn by Jin's ability into those spectral links with inexorable pull.
It felt like cool water on burns, like breathing after drowning, like life flooding back into limbs that had been dying by inches.
He's awake. Thank fuck.
"Easy, easy," Jin's voice came from right beside him, strained but steady, hands gripping Rudy's shoulders. "Don't move too fast. Just harvested shit-ton of poison and God knows what else… out of you."
"Jin?" Rudy's vision slowly swam back into focus, the destroyed apartment resolving from blurry shapes into sharp reality. "Took your sweet-ass time, man." He tried for his usual cocky grin despite everything hurting. "The cultist... where?"
"Bound. For now."
Rudy followed Jin's gaze across the room.
The female cultist was there—not escaped, not gone, but trapped against the far wall by shimmering golden chains of binding sorcery that wrapped her like a mummy from the waist up. Her remaining arm strained against the spell, essence flaring with visible rage that made the air shimmer, but Jin's hasty casting held.
Barely.
The binding chains were already showing hairline cracks, flickering like dying light bulbs, clearly not meant to restrain someone of her rank for long.
"One-verse sorcery won't hold her for long," Jin continued, still supporting Rudy's weight. Blood dried around his nose from an earlier strain. "She's still Low Overmortal rank, and very pissed."
Rudy pushed himself up, his shaking arms trembling in protest. His body felt like he'd been put through a meat grinder and then sewn back together wrong, but he was alive, and that counted for a hell of a lot.
The female cultist watched them with eyes like burning coals set in a face twisted by agony and absolute fury. One arm gone at the shoulder—cauterized stump still smoking faintly from Rudy's earlier strike—essence signature destabilized and fluctuating wildly like a reactor on the edge of meltdown.
But she was far from finished.
"You... will... die..." Her voice scraped out between clenched teeth, each word carrying absolute certainty despite obvious agony. "Lord... sees... all... knows... all... You cannot... escape... judgment..."
"She's all yours," Jin said quietly, standing and stepping back.
"Yeah… yeah," Rudy muttered, fingers closing around his sword's grip, purple-black flames flickering to life along the blade. "Everyone keeps saying that. Still not dead yet though, so maybe your dark god's eyesight ain't as good as advertised."
The cultist's face contorted with rage beyond sanity, and the binding chains shattered.
Golden fragments scattered across the room like broken glass, essence dissipating into nothing.
Her remaining arm blazed with dark power, essence signature spiking far beyond anything he'd felt from her before—beyond safe limits, into the territory of someone burning their own life force for one final strike.
"You killed Kael!" Mira's voice cracked with grief and fury. "I'll drag you to hell with me even if it's the last thing I do!"
Her aura detonated outward like a bomb.
She came at Rudy like a hurricane given human form—one-armed and grievously injured, but moving twice as fast as before, each step carrying the desperate strength of someone with nothing left to lose.
Rudy's greatsword met the cultist's dagger in a clash that sent sparks flying. Asura flames fought with dark, corrupted essence.
She's faster now. Way faster.
The cultist didn't give him time to process. She fought like someone with nothing left to lose—wild, unpredictable, sacrificing defense for overwhelming offense.
And Rudy met her aggression with his own.
Greatsword blazing with Asura Hell Flames, each swing powerful enough to cleave through steel, fast enough that afterimages painted the air in streaks of crimson fire.
The cultist met him blow for blow, one arm matching his two through sheer skill and desperation, dagger deflecting strikes that should've overwhelmed her defenses.
Metal rang against metal in rapid succession—clang-clang-clang—filling the destroyed apartment with sounds of violence barely contained.
They circled each other like wolves fighting over territory, breathing hard, essence signatures flaring and dimming with expenditure.
She attacked again, dagger a blur of dark metal seeking flesh with single-minded purpose. Rudy's Shield Mastery guided his defense instinctively—blade angled to deflect rather than block directly, letting her momentum work against her, turning force aside instead of meeting it head-on.
But she adapted mid-strike, changed angles with flexibility that spoke to decades of combat experience, and suddenly her dagger was at his throat, having slipped through his guard like water finding cracks.
Shit!
Rudy saw death coming—saw the blade descending toward his neck, saw the cultist's eyes burning with vindictive triumph, saw his own reflection in dark metal that promised to end everything.
Heard Jin's voice starting to shout something, probably a sorcery meant to intervene.
And Rudy moved.
Pure instinct. Pure combat experience. Pure stubborn refusal to die after surviving this long.
His head jerked just enough that the dagger carved a line of fire across his cheek instead of opening his throat. Blood welled, running down his jaw in warm rivulets.
And his sword came up in a rising slash that caught her under the chin.
The head separated completely, sailing through the air in an arc that spattered blood across ruined walls.
The body hit the floor with a wet thump.
The head rolled twice and stopped facing away from Rudy, which he was profoundly grateful for because he didn't want to look at those dead eyes staring at nothing.
Rudy stood there breathing heavily, greatsword planted in the floor for support, looking up at the ceiling as steam rolled off his body from exertion and residual Ashen One transformation fading away like dying embers.
Blood ran down his cheek where death had missed him by millimeters.
Every muscle screamed fatigue. His wounds throbbed in rhythm with his heartbeat. His essence reserves were running on fumes.
But he was alive.
He'd just killed two Low Overmortal cultists in direct combat—something that should've been impossible for a newbie like him.
Take that, universe. Still not dead. Still standing. Still—
"Show off," Jin's voice cut through his thoughts, carrying amusement, pride, and relief all mixed together.
Rudy couldn't help the tired grin that split his face despite everything. "Learned from the best. Unlike some people, I don't do stupid things and just hope to win."
~~~
[JIN WINTERS]
...
"If it's stupid, and it works, it's not stupid." Jin was already moving, hands weaving sorcery patterns as Overdrive kicked his mind into efficiency mode. "Now sit down before you collapse. Five minutes to recover, I'm setting up concealment, and then we're moving."
"Can't we just—"
"Five minutes, Rudy." Jin's voice left no room for argument. "Your body's running on fumes and battle-high. The crash is gonna hit any second now. Sit your ass down before gravity does it for you."
Rudy sat heavily against the wall without further protest, greatsword across his lap, head tilted back against cracked plaster. His breathing was already slowing into meditation patterns as his Madra essence began cycling automatically to repair damage.
Jin knelt and touched the ground, focusing his will as essence flowed. His voice rose in a two-verse incantation that cost significantly more power but would actually work against the threats hunting them:
? “Null currents, paths that vanish in the weave, converge upon this locus — conceal what moves and blur its line.” ?
? “I trade the keening of my sight and pay a pulse of my core — seal their trails, seed false echoes, and hold until my will withdraws.” ?
A cold, dry wind knifed through the apartment like winter suddenly arriving. The spell settled like an invisible blanket, wrapping around them with weight Jin could feel pressing against his essence.
? Two-Verse Sorcery: 'Null-Path Shroud' Successfully Cast ?
? Estimated Duration: 47 minutes at current stability ?
? Effectiveness Rating: 87% against Overmortal detection methods ?
? Warning: Will not prevent determined rankers from finding you. ?
? Recommendation: Relocate before spell expires ?
"There." Jin wiped sweat from his forehead, feeling the strain of maintaining the concealment. "That should buy us time. Not much, but enough."
"Meditate," Jin ordered, watching Rudy's eyes already closing as cultivation breathing took over. "Recover what you can. Five minutes, then we're gone."
"You're a real hardass sometimes, you know that?"
"Learned from the best." Jin's grin was brief but genuine. "Now meditate. I've got looting to do."
Bodies don't stay fresh forever. Might as well be practical about this.
Jin approached the male cultist's remains with professional detachment, sliding into place like a mask. He crouched beside the body, already cataloguing what could be salvaged.
The outer robe first—checking carefully for trapped enchantments, defensive curses, hidden surprises that would blow his hand off for being greedy. Finding nothing but quality material that would work as a disguise later if needed.
Rudy's bisecting strike had basically ruined the torso section, leaving it blood-soaked and torn beyond reasonable repair. But the cloak portion was salvageable, and Jin folded it carefully before storing it away in his spatial storage.
"What're you doing?" Rudy asked from his meditation position, one eye cracked open.
"Being practical." Jin moved to systematic looting, hands moving with practiced efficiency. "Dead cultists don't need their stuff anymore. We do. Therefore, common logic says we take their stuff and use it to not die. Simple."
"That's cold, man."
"Sure. I'll be happy to keep your portions then."
"Hey! I didn't say that!"
Jin pulled a wooden plaque from the inner robe pocket, holding it up to catch faint light. "What is this?"
Omni Reader's Viewpoint analyzed it automatically.
o__________o
[KAEL’S CULT IDENTIFICATION TOKEN]
Rank: Initiate
Function: Grants access to cult-restricted areas]
The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.
Secondary Function: Contains embedded communication array
Warning: Active tracking possible through token.
Recommendation: Use with caution. To disable tracking, either rewrite the enchants or store them in a spatial space.
o__________o
"Cult ID badge," Jin muttered, turning the plaque over in his hands. Complex enchantments were woven through the wood itself—communication arrays, tracking beacons, and probably self-destruct protocols if tampered with incorrectly. "Might be trackable, but could get us into places we need to go."Wait… what if I…
He focused, letting Harvest chains wrap around the plaque carefully—not to drain it, but to find the essence signature powering the tracking function and sever just that connection without triggering defensive protocols.
The beacon went dark with a soft pop of released energy.
There. No more transmission. Still risky keeping it, but the access and communication functions are too valuable to discard.
"Okay, what's next..."
Ring with cult insignia engraved in dark metal.
? Appraising…?
o__________o
[CULT SPATIAL STORAGE RING]
Capacity: 50 cubic meters
Status: Locked—essence signature bonded to previous owner
Contents: Unknown—requires breaking the enchantment to access
Warning: Forced entry may destroy contents
o__________o
Jin examined the essence locks with his enhanced perception, analyzing enchantment structure. Complex layered bindings designed to prevent exactly what he was trying to do.
"Damn it," he muttered. "Breaking the locks properly will take at least an hour, and I don't have that kind of time. But fifty cubic meters of storage..." He stored the ring carefully in his own spatial inventory. I'll crack it later. Whatever's inside is probably valuable enough to justify the effort.
Next were twin bracelets embedded with gems that Jin retrieved from Kael's severed torso.
o__________________________________________o
"RESONANT BANDS OF THE DUAL FLOW"
RARITY: 3 STAR [RARE]
TYPE: Accessory (Wrist Equipment — Paired)
STATE: Recovered (Minor Corruption Traces)
MANUFACTURER: Unknown Cult Forge — "Circle of the Flow"
….
? ATTRIBUTES
Essence Channeling [TIER IV]:
Enhances precision and stability in essence manipulation. Reduces ambient leakage by 38%.
Dual Flow Resonance [TIER III]:
When both bands are worn, it allows simultaneous channelling of two distinct essence types without conflict.
Focus Stabilization [TIER III]:
Increases control and reduces recoil during rapid spellcasting or sorcery chaining by 25%.
Residual Corruption [SEALED]:
Residual traces of corrupted energy remain dormant. Sealing stabilizes performance, but the risk of reactivation under extreme overload exists.
….
? ABILITIES
[Linked Circuits] ? Wearing both bands completes a closed essence loop, amplifying spell efficiency by 25% and reducing overheat buildup during high-output casting.
[Echo Flow] ? Temporarily mirrors one essence signature between both bracelets, allowing duplicate essence output for combo techniques. Duration: 8 seconds. Cooldown: 60 seconds.
….
? TECHNICAL DETAILS
Weight: 1.2 kg (pair)
Material: Refined essence alloy, spiritsteel lattice, black-thread conduits
Detected Residue: Dark signature — neutralized
….
? VALUE ESTIMATION
Market Value: 420,000 – 610,000 Zens
Effective Use: Order II–III Mantle Bearers
Recommended Handling: Safe under controlled essence input; avoid chaotic dual-essence use for prolonged durations
...
“Two rivers bound in motion — united, they create clarity; divided, destruction.”
o__________________________________________o
He slipped them onto his wrists immediately, feeling the artifacts attune to his essence signature, settling into place like they'd always belonged there. His essence control felt sharper immediately—techniques requiring fractionally less effort to maintain, power flowing more smoothly through channels.
These alone are worth the risk of looting. And the abilities on them are so sweet… Although I should drain any external signature out of it.
Next, he found a dark dagger.
o__________________________________________o
“BLOODLETTING DAGGER”
RARITY: [UNCOMMON]
TYPE: Weapon (Short Blade)
STATE: Used — Surface staining, minor corrosion detected
MANUFACTURER: Undocumented Forge — Cultist Pattern No. 47
….
? ATTRIBUTES
Edge Conduction [TIER II]:
Channels essence efficiently along the blade edge, improving sharpness and penetration.
Vampiric Resonance [TIER II]:
Absorbs a fraction of the target’s vitality on a successful hit, converting it into minor essence recovery for the wielder.
Durability [TIER II]:
Tempered for close-quarter combat. Withstands limited essence reinforcement before fracturing risk increases.
Corrupted Residue [ACTIVE]:
Traces of blood-aspected mana remain within internal channels; may influence the wielder’s temperament if exposure is prolonged.
….
? ABILITIES
[Crimson Pulse] ? Each critical strike restores 1–2% of lost vitality. Overuse causes temporary essence turbulence and mild aggression.
[Essence Drip] ? Sustained contact on open wounds draws additional essence over time. Ineffective against inorganic or non-living targets.
….
? TECHNICAL DETAILS
Weight: 0.9 kg
Length: 34 cm
Material: Carbonsteel core, blood-etched essence veins, obsidian coating
Detected Residue: Minor necrotic trace (purified upon attunement)
….
? VALUE ESTIMATION
Market Value: 42,000 – 61,000 Zens
Effective Use: Order I–II combatants, shadow operatives, ritual enforcers
Recommended Handling: Limit prolonged contact to avoid resonance buildup; periodically cleanse with neutral essence to maintain stability.
“Each cut bleeds both ways — take enough, and the blade learns your pulse.”
o__________________________________________o
Jin wrapped it carefully in cloth before storing it. Nasty piece of work. It could be useful, but it could kill me if I'm careless. Standard cult equipment, apparently.
From the female cultist's body, Jin collected more equipment with efficiency:
Second Insignia Ring—another spatial storage, same enchantments as Kael's.
Second Dark Blade—another bloodletting dagger, twin to Kael's.
The twin daggers she'd used in actual combat, now separated from her severed arm and cooling body.
o__________________________________________o
“VENOMHEART-TWIN FANGS”
RARITY: 3 STAR [RARE]
TYPE: Weapon (Dual Daggers)
STATE: Refined — Adaptive Essence Resonance Detected
MANUFACTURER: Unknown Craftsman — Designation “Serpentforge Pattern VII”
….
? ATTRIBUTES
Toxin Affinity [TIER IV]:
Recognizes and assimilates any poison, venom, or corrosive essence it comes into contact with, adapting the blades’ property to match the substance’s potency.
Essence Flow Conduction [TIER III]:
Ensures seamless energy circulation between both daggers, allowing synchronized strikes and combined essence release.
Adaptive Luster [TIER III]:
Surface structure shifts in response to absorbed toxins, optimizing edge geometry and enhancing penetration against organic matter.
Corrosive Edge [TIER III]:
Continuous minor damage-over-time effect on wounded targets. Duration and potency scale with cumulative toxin saturation.
….
? ABILITIES
[Serpent’s Memory] ? The daggers retain chemical and essence signatures of one poison regardless of its strength or rank.
[Accumulation Vector] ? Consecutive strikes increase poison density and damage exponentially (stacking cap at 10). Final stack triggers “Hemorrhagic Burst,” causing internal essence disruption in affected targets.
[Twin Flow Resonance] ? When both blades strike within one second of each other, damage multiplier +20% and applied toxins spread faster through essence channels.
….
? TECHNICAL DETAILS
Weight: 0.8 kg (each)
Length: 32 cm
Material: Refined serpent-steel alloy, toxin-reactive essence crystal veins, bio-conductive runic filaments
Detected Residue: Multiple venom signatures — including “Widow’s Breath” and “Ghoulrot Extract” (neutralized)
….
? VALUE ESTIMATION
Market Value: 640,000 – 890,000 Zens
Effective Use: Order II–III Assassins / Essence Channelers
Recommended Handling: Clean and purge every 24 hours; prolonged exposure may cause toxin imprint bleed-back into wielder’s mantle.
“Two blades, one venomous will — what they taste, they become.”
o__________________________________________o
Jin handled those with extreme care, wrapping them in multiple layers of cloth before storage, making absolutely sure they couldn't accidentally cut through spatial boundaries.
These are what nearly killed Rudy.
The thought carried weight.
Could be useful as weapons.
Jin's mind cataloged possibilities with ruthless efficiency.
It could also kill me if I fuck up with the storage.
He triple-checked the wrapping. No room for error when dealing with weapons that treated reality as a suggestion.
Jin pulled up the system appraisal again, scanning the details with renewed focus. Something had caught his attention during the first read—something his adrenaline-soaked brain had almost glossed over.
Then he saw it. Really saw it.
"The daggers retain chemical and essence signatures of one poison regardless of its strength or rank. "
"Wait..." His voice came out strangled. Disbelieving. He reread the line. Once. Twice. Three times to make sure his exhausted brain wasn't manufacturing hopeful hallucinations.
Any poison, regardless of rank.
His mind started racing, connections forming with the speed of synaptic lightning.
"Oh my..." Jin's hands trembled slightly as he held the wrapped blades. "I can synthesize Nine Yin Venom…or now can’t I…"
Nine Yin Venom. The legendary poison from the world's dark ages. Something that wouldn't exist in its complete form for another seven years at minimum in the current timeline.
The most important thing was that a bio-origin can’t be just healed from any healing type skill. This nasty thing turns the victim's own essence against them. That had no known cure in this era because the antidote required materials that hadn't been discovered yet, or rather, they would be found in a rift that would open 3 years from now…
And Jin had the formula, the only problem were the ingredients but he could subsitute for them using his mantle.
A laugh bubbled up from Jin's chest. Quiet at first. Then building. The sound carried edges—dark amusement mixed with something slightly unhinged.
"Perfect." Jin's grin spread.
The future just became significantly more interesting.
Everything went into his spatial storage with organized precision, mental inventory updating automatically as Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint catalogued each item.
Two spatial rings to crack. Four extremely dangerous daggers. Two cult access tokens with disabled tracking. Twin bracelets are already equipped.
Not a bad haul… Rudy really showed, huh, beating two Overmortal rank cultists. I wonder if I can replicate the feat as well.
The Narrator told him instantly, not in a direct combat.
Jin took a deep breath, looking at the two corpses still cooling on the broken floor, and hesitated.
First time harvesting an actual person. Dead, but still...
His hands trembled slightly.
They would've done unspeakable things if Rudy hadn't stopped them. This is self-defense. This is survival. This is necessary.
Jin took another breath, falling into the Eternal Sovereign breathing pattern to center himself. The cold clarity settled over his thoughts like frost.
His Chains of Harvest stirred beneath his skin, hungry and eager, sensing potential and not caring about ethics.
Is this wrong? He's already dead. I'm not killing anyone. Just... utilizing resources that would otherwise rot and waste.
But where's the line? If I do this now, what stops me from doing it again? And again? Until harvesting corpses becomes routine? Until I'm just another monster treating people like resources to be consumed?
Jin closed his eyes, forced himself to think rationally despite exhaustion and adrenaline still coursing through his system.
The line is consent and necessity. These cultists tried to kill us. It would have killed Rudy if I hadn't intervened. They serve an entity actively destroying Vienna and farming souls. They've chosen their path.
This isn't murder. This isn't desecration. This is survival. Using every advantage to make sure we don't become the next corpses in this burning hellhole.
I can feel guilty about it later. Right now, I need power.
"Harvest."
Jin focused his will, steeling himself as the chains burst forward from his essence heart with hunger he'd stopped trying to suppress.
Seven spectral links erupted from his being simultaneously, wrapping around Kael's corpse like silver snakes seeking prey.
Even in death, the cultist's remains fought against foreign intrusion. Defensive mechanisms still partially active, essence refusing to yield easily, his remaining will trying to protect itself.
Jin pushed harder, forcing the chains deeper, gritting his teeth against feedback pain that felt like swallowing broken glass, accepting the cost as the price for power he desperately needed.
The corpse's remaining will broke.
Then the floodgates opened.
? Harvesting: Low Overmortal Rank "Cultist of Eternal Blood" Corpse (Male) ?
The influx was overwhelming.
Raw power flooded his Essence Heart, nearly drowning his capacity, forcing the Synthesis Matrix of his Eternal Star to spin at maximum speed—converting, purifying, filtering everything before it poisoned his cultivation base and killed him from the inside.
? Harvested Resources ?
└─ [6.212] stats of VIT.
└─ [5.111] stats of STR.
└─ [5.121] stats of DEX.
└─ [982.12] units of Vitality restored. (OVERFLOW, Redirecting excess Vitality to [Reduvia])
└─ [898.3] units of essence. (OVERFLOW, both your star and essence core filled ? Storing exceeding essence in artifact [Essence Edge])
└─ [0.0311] wisps of “The Darkened One’s” Aura
└─ [0.1451] wisps of “The Blood Mother’s” Aura
└─ [0.0422] wisps of Blessing of “The Darkened One”
└─ [0.0667] wisps of Blessing of “The Blood Mother”
└─ [1.521] units of Latent Aura
└─ [47.521%] fragments of “Shadow Step” skill
└─ [77.521%] fragments of “Lance of Darkness” skill
└─ [31.22%] fragments of “Dark barrier” skill
└─ [5.666] units of Darkness affinity
└─ [17%] of experience “Combat techniques: Spear fighting methodology”
└─ [81%] of experience “Defensive tactics”
└─ [56%] of experience “Kill zone establishment”
└─ [96%] of experience “Dark sorcery theory”
└─ Memory fragments: “Cult hierarchy structure”, “Vienna operations knowledge”, “Cult safe house in District 7, access codes and passwords”
? Skill Fragments Acquired - Integrating... ?
? Experience Integration: 12% - Processing...?
? HARVEST COMPLETE! ?
Jin stumbled backward, legs giving out, catching himself against the wall as gains flooded his system like a tidal wave trying to drown him in power.
The pure essence integrated first, filtering through his Essence Heart and being converted by Synthesis Matrix into clean power compatible with his cultivation base.
The skill fragments settled like sediment in water, incomplete but present, potential waiting to be actualized once he gathered enough pieces to reconstruct full techniques.
But the knowledge—that was the hardest part.
Memories that didn't belong to him crashed through his consciousness. Experiences viewed through the eyes of those who have done terrible things. Information that came with context, Jin wished desperately he could forget.
The cultist's name was Kael. He had a sister in the cult—Mira, the woman Rudy just killed. He joined because the Darkened One promised to cure his mother's terminal illness. He's killed seventeen people for the cult. I can see their faces. I can feel his satisfaction at their deaths. I know where he lived, what he ate for breakfast, who he loved—
Stop! I don't want to know these things!
Jin's breathing accelerated despite the cultivation technique trying to keep him calm. His hands were shaking as the magnitude of what he'd just done settled over him like a weighted blanket made of guilt and necessity mixed together.
"Jin?" Rudy's concerned voice cut through the spiral. "You okay over there? You're doing that thing where you look like you're about to throw up or pass out or both."
"Yeah. Just..." Jin wiped fresh blood from his nose—new bleeding from the harvest strain. "Just processing. This is... It's a lot."
"What'd you get?"
"A lot of stuff." Jin's laugh sounded slightly unhinged even to his own ears. "Essence, skills, memories, knowledge... Some things about the cult now. Important things. Things that might actually help us."
He paused, took another steadying breath through the Eternal Sovereign pattern.
"I'll tell you later. After we're somewhere actually safe and I'm not actively fighting off someone else's memories trying to override mine."
Jin's eyes tracked across the room to the female cultist's body, and something hungry flickered across his face before he could suppress it.
One cultist gave me that much. What would two give me?
What would ten give me? A hundred? How fast could I grow if I just kept harvesting every corpse I found? How strong could I become?
This was dangerous thinking. Jin recognized that immediately and knew the warning signs of power addiction that his Insight stat was screaming about in the back of his mind.
But Vienna was hell. They were surrounded by enemies orders of magnitude stronger. Every advantage mattered. Every edge could mean survival versus becoming another corpse.
And these cultists are already dead. Why waste the opportunity? Why leave power on the table when we need it so desperately?
Jin stood on trembling legs, essence still settling from the first harvest's strain, and approached the female corpse with disturbing eagerness.
His chains stirred beneath his skin, hungry and ready and wanting.
Just one more. Then we move. Then we plan our next steps.
Just one more…
The harvest began again, and Jin smiled.
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