The Orphan Collector 소설 & 이야기

"Deal?" "Okay." I had said with a nod. Cyrus walked around me and toward the door, he paused and looked back at me. "Keep in mind that there could be others like us out there." He warned but his tone was calm like he knew what he was talking about. I gave another nod and waved goodbye. Ch 7

*SOMEWHERE IN MEXICO* It was a cool and breezy evening, while the children were still outside playing and doing some other activities when Kol pulled up in a space a few miles away from the orphanage home. Kol first got down and went into the building to make requirements before Mr Followed shortly. Kol had the head Nun hand over their record book to his boss since he had insisted on making the search himself, so he did the necessary thing by taking the Nun outside the office to give his boss some privacy.

Really look. See the twelve-year-old boy who lost a family. See the man who built an empire on that wound. See the collector who can't stop collecting. "I told you I was a collector, Isla. I just didn't tell you I was collecting heads. Marcus's father destroyed my chance at a family. Now I'm destroying his."

. I mean, I didn’t know that my father has brothers or sisters. After they died, I went with my life not knowing that I still have relatives. Everything was actually a blur for me. I couldn’t even recall bits of events during that time until a man tapped my back and asked me a couple of questions like do I have an aunt who lived nearby or maybe a cousin? Since I couldn’t point one, he decided to send me to an orphanage.” Uncle Jack nodded. “I understand, son. Your father and your grandfather had issues back then but believe me I have been trying to get contact with your father. By then, I heard the news about his death and your mother’s." He gave out a heavy sigh like letting out a burden th

Not a Grey-Walker or a Liquidator, but one of the Shop’s true enforcers, a creature twelve feet tall, draped in armor made of crushed ledgers, wielding a scythe tipped with a shard of the Void. "Elara Thorne," the Collector boomed, the sound vibrating in the floorboards. "The Owner has noted your interference. Your account is being forcibly closed." I didn't have a sword. I didn't have Kaelen's shadow-mantle. I had only the silver threads and the weight of the black pearl pulsing in my chest. "I've had enough of your notes," I snarled. I reached out, grabbing the silver threads that connected the floating buildings to the mountain. I didn't pull them; I wove them. I spun a web of silver ligh

SUCCESS] The names vanished. My handlers, my fixers, the people who laundered my money, they were all gone. I watched as millions of dollars moved into digital "cold" wallets that only I had the keys to. Every digital footprint I’d ever left in the syndicate’s servers was being scrubbed by a virus I’d written for a rainy day. I was making sure that when they looked for me, they found absolutely nothing. I picked up the black transponder the Council messenger had given me on the dock. I dropped it on the concrete floor and brought the heel of my combat boot down with everything I had.

That wasn't my assumption, but hearing him say it felt like a gong was struck in my head. "Secondly, the Collectors operate differently from other organisations. We don't do interrogations and arrests like the police." He stated coldly. "No. The collectors, we hunt, we find, we steal, and we kill. It's not a dog-eat-dog world; it's a predators-eat-prey world. See, we don't just kill our enemies, Mr Richards. We feast on their flesh and bathe in their blood. Our level of brutality is second only to nature's cruel conditioning. So tell me, Mr Richards. Would you be willing to bathe in blood for the rest of your life just stand by his side?" He leaned against the tree.

Then the Collectors hit. Not the scattered remnants of the defeated fleet. These were new. Seven massive Collector entities that had been hiding behind the Mouth's consumption field, using the entity's hunger as camouflage. They had been waiting for exactly this moment, the instant the Mouth's defenses dropped, so they could seize the fragments and reassemble the Principal Creditor under their control. They slammed into the Mouth's core from seven directions simultaneously, each one carrying a concentrated payload of contractual binding code. Their goal was not to destroy the fragments but to lobotomize them, to strip the memories and leave only the hunger.