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The most dangerous people in the world in this one mansion. “Daddy, pop-pop. I’m awake.” I look up and see Rebel walking towards us, rubbing her eyes and her long blonde hair sticking up in every direction. Her little pyjama pants rolled up and twisted. Her top wrinkled and in her free hand is her unicorn plushy. Of course Boomer is walking beside her.

I whispered, more so to myself. “What’s a rebel wolf?” Reaper asked. “They are pack wolves who lost respect in the hierarchy. They remain pack wolves but choose to run with domestic wolves. It’s scarce. I’ve only heard of three incidents in wolf history where it has happened. It usually happens when the rebel wolf has been wronged. They seek retribution. It is why they do not disband. They want an apology for the wrong, or they will seek vengeance for a crime.” I looked at Beast. “Have you reached out?”

He roared. "She's more useless than I am. Why her? She's weak and stupid. If it's another woman, a better woman, I would force myself to accept her. She only has dormant potential, nothing else! She will ruin your empire and make your enemies hurt you easily" The robot said angrily. Reagan immediately kicked her and she howled in pain. She looked at Reagan unhappily as he carried the unconscious Aurelia out. He upgraded the lock immediately he stepped out, before carrying Aurelia hurriedly to his room.

Gunfire exploded from both of us simultaneously as the machine slammed tables aside chasing directly toward me. Not Jacob. Me. Interesting. The robot grabbed one of Rico’s dead guards and threw the body across the room hard enough to crush another man beneath him. Jesus Christ. “Why is it so strong?!” Jacob shouted while firing again. “Because my family attracts psychopaths!” I slid across the floor grabbing a fallen shotgun from one of the dead guards before aiming directly at the robot’s knee joint. BOOM. The leg exploded apart instantly. Finally. The machine collapsed sideways violently smashing into another table while sparks burst from exposed wires. I didn’t waste time. I walked direct

][ ACTIVATING DEFENSE PROTOCOL. From the shadows of the server racks, droids emerged. Not the clumsy security bots. These were Spider-Tanks. Fast, agile, with machine guns mounted on their backs. "Jack! Hold them off!" Sebastian yelled. "Kenji! Jack in! Kill the upload!" Jack dropped the plushie. He pulled out a grenade launcher (hidden inside the plushie).THUMP. The first grenade hit a Spider-Tank. BOOM. "Eat this, you metal crabs!"

The ceiling didn't just crack; it pulverized. The diamond-tipped Mantis-Borer—a segmented, robotic centipede designed for deep-crust mining—shrieked as it ground through the final layer of basalt. It was a masterpiece of the Iron Mind’s engineering: a relentless, unfeeling predator that didn't need to breathe, bleed, or think. "Flares! Now!" Siren screamed.

“Crusher sends his greetings.” The last shot hit Rebel right at the base of the spine, leaving him alive, but not able to move even one inch. The men contemplated him, prone and helpless on the ground, his golden eyes huge in his face, then they shrugged and turned around. “I’m not risking another shot being heard,” the blond one said to his friend, then glanced down at Rebel. “See you in hell, asshole.” “That’ll be way sooner than you think,” Rebel slurred. “When my boys find out what you’ve done here, they’ll come for you, motherfuckers. They’ll come for all of you.”

After a few moments of observing the situation, Damien signaled to Reinhard who was ready with his sniper rifle from a few minutes ago, while the rest of the rebel forces were ready in their positions. Banggg~! ... A bullet shot from the sniper rifle he was holding, right into Vincent's head, and penetrated between his eyes, knocking Vincent down instantly. With that, the other rebel members began to attack the lower-level vampires who were Vincent's subordinates. The battle ended with all of Vincent's subordinates being annihilated. Even though two of the members of the rebel army were seriously injured, their lives could still be saved. Alexis, who was still standing beside Damien from the

The crowd goes wild, braying for more blood, more pain, more suffering. Athenia lets out a soft little sob and grabs my hand. We hurtle through the cosmos and land in a different town square. This Athenia is dressed in her warrior clothing. Her hair neatly braided. This time, it’s not Darrick by her side, but Vesper who stands out so starkly in his white robe and leather sandals.

Maximus declared, his eyes reflecting both determination and a hint of vulnerability. The rebels, a diverse group of former slaves and dissidents, nodded in agreement. They trusted Maximus, not only for his formidable combat skills but also for his unwavering belief in their cause. Together, they plotted their next series of ambushes, exploiting the natural features of the forest to their advantage.