“How is the perimeter?” Munda's voice crackled over the comm, calm and steady.
“Clear boss. No annoying flies in the vicinity.”
“Good. Keep it that way.” Moving with silent precision, their senses heightened and weapons at the ready, Munda led his crew through the dimly lit corridors of their captured vessel. “We still don’t know if this was a trap.”
But unknown to his crew, Munda’s mind raced with thoughts and suspicions. He had been in the pirate business long enough to know when something didn't quite add up. And the situation they found themselves in, was setting off alarm bells in his mind.
His gut had always been one of his greatest assets, guiding him through countless dangerous encounters and narrow escapes from authorities and dangerous enemies. And right now, his gut was telling him that there was something very wrong about the man… or rather the teenager they had captured, piloting the mining ship alone.
But the promise of valuable salvage was too tempting to resist for his crew. Especially when they have been starving for a good haul these past days of catch, not a single prize.
Walking alongside him were his most trusted crew members and some of the trusted captains of his fleet. They had been through thick and thin together and Munda trusted them implicitly.
But even they, themselves couldn't shake the sense of unease that hung heavy in the air as they made their way to the brig of their captured prize.
Normally, capturing a lone miner ship in the debris field of the asteroid belt would be a routine affair. They would sell the mining crew to slavers and refit the mining ship for combat. Just like what they had always done countless times before. But there was something about this situation that didn't sit right with them and Munda Ek're.
Strangely, the mining ship was new, with no trace or ID codes to identify its origins. That in itself was unusual, as most ships in the Asteroid Belt were either Terran or Alliance-made, with clear markings or Identification Data to indicate their ownership. But this ship was different from any of their captured or even owned ships.
This mining ship had some sort of artificial gravity system installed that allowed the creation of gravity inside. He did not see any external modules outside of the ship that allows such installation. In comparison, their ships were only run by some pseudo-artificial gravity by magnetic modules that held their bodies with magnetic implants or suits.
He could only assume that this ship was more advanced than any ship they had encountered or known before.
Also, no miner would go to the belt, with no escort ships. Let alone, without an accompanying mothership or even a skeleton crew to manage this vessel. Only an idiot would go to the belt, alone. The profits that one could gain do not outweigh the risk of being captured and enslaved by pirates.
And then there was the pilot of the mining ship himself.
The boy.
For Munda, the young pilot was likely to be 15-17 years of age, or probably even younger.
But it was not the boy’s age that disturbed him greatly. Instead of putting up a fight or begging for mercy like most captives would, the teenager remained eerily calm and composed throughout the entire ordeal. Even during the boarding sequence, his boarding team was as surprised as they reported to him that the mining ship had only one crew and he quickly surrendered without resistance.
It was as if, the boy had no fear of death or enslavement or... as if he had resigned himself to whatever fate awaited him in the hands of the pirates… or that he was confident that Munda and his men would never harm him.
A stupid notion.
Munda and his crew may have been pirates that were not usually barbaric but there were others out there who did far worse things to their captives. Such as those who practice cannibalism or mutilation to increase their infamy and reputation. But he was also not merciful enough to make his hostages think or get comfortable with yielding completely without a fight or think they would not harm their prisoners.
It would not be the first time it happened to Munda’s life.
This was why he was so acting more cautious and on high alert despite capturing only a single boy and a large mining ship with no losses. Their prisoner showing no signs of fear or resistance only served to deepen the mystery surrounding him.
As they reached the brig where they kept the boy, Munda Ek're glanced at his crew, his expression grim.
"Keep your wits about you," he said quietly with his voice low, cautious, and serious. "Something tells me this won't be like anything we've done before."
“Is it the ship? We already checked every corner and no one was aboard except the boy.” one of his crew who heard him, asked.
“That is the problem.”
His crew was confused at his reply but got no more words from him.
Munda Ek're stepped into the brig of the mining ship, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight before him. The boy sitting in the cell seemed entirely unfazed by his presence, greeting him with a casual nod as if they were old acquaintances meeting for a friendly chat.
For a moment, Munda Ek're felt a surge of disorientation washes over him. This boy, with his calm demeanor and lack of concern, seemed utterly out of place in the harsh and unforgiving universe of deceit, violence, and sin.
Then he saw the golden eyes of the boy.
It gave him painful flashes in his mind of old memories. He held his head and shook off these thoughts to make himself focus. He did not know that he was now starting to sweat heavily, much to the ignorance of his crew.
Munda Ek're pushed aside his shock, and bewilderment, and focused on the task at hand. The footsteps reached a crescendo as their group approached their prisoner's cell. Their silhouettes were illuminated by the dim glow of the corridor lights. And then they were there, standing just outside the bars of a cell, their faces obscured by the shadows. But even in the dim light, anyone could tell from their rough demeanor and mismatched attire that they were up to no good.
And it should be obvious to their prisoner.
Yet… he showed no sign of it.
"Who?" Their young prisoner asked, but Munda could sense that it was out of amusement. But this was a surprise to them as their prisoner who previously showed silence with no emotion or reaction–was now smiling at them.
“So you can actually talk. Did your solitary confinement here make you realize your situation?” Munda asked, scratching his chin.
Then to intimidate him, one of his crew beat the bars of the cell with an electric baton, causing sparks as it hit the metal bars.
“We are the ones who will be asking questions!”
Their prisoner however couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, as if, at the absurdity of their attempt to scare him.
“Really?” the boy teased, his expression showing a playful smile. This only further proved his suspicion of the boy.
“Is this the same boy we found earlier?” the crew started wondering.
“He changed quickly, huh.”
The crew who attempted the intimidation tactic got angry at the strange and amused reaction of their prisoner and was about to repeat it. But was stopped by Munda Ek're, who stepped forward, his rough features of violence were illuminated by the faint light filtering in from above.
"My name is Munda Ek're," he introduced himself.
His name alone would give anyone the trembling knees upon hearing it. He was a notorious pirate and leader of the Demonic Monkeys, one of the most feared pirate groups in the Sol System. Not to mention, his large build of muscles, metal, and cybernetics should be enough to make any sane person shiver on their feet. One of his eye implants, glowed in bright red, increasing the impact of his glare.
It seemed that this was a successful attempt as Munda saw the shaking shoulders of the boy. Content with the response, he walked closer with growling breath.
But then he realized something was different.
The boy was shaking not because of fear or fright but due to the obvious suppression of his urge to laugh out loud at the situation. Then as if he couldn’t endure it any longer, the boy snickered for several seconds and breathed heavily. And then the prisoner composed himself and greeted the pirate captain with a casual nod.
"Sorry, can’t help myself. By the way, good morning," the boy said, his voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm, then asked. "Or is it still morning? I seem to have lost track of time inside this cell."
Munda Ek're nodded, his gaze fixed on the boy before him.
"It's still morning," Munda replied, his tone cautious but hid it behind his grinding teeth, still trying to frighten the boy. "But that's not why we're here. We need to know who you are and what you're doing in this part of our space."
The boy smiled faintly, as if amused by Munda Ek're's question.
"My name is Ubel," he said. "And I'm just a humble miner, trying to make a living."
Munda Ek're raised an eyebrow, his suspicions growing with each passing moment.
"A miner, you say?" he asked. "Alone in the debris field with no escort, no allied ships, or no protection? That seems... unlikely."
Ubel shrugged nonchalantly.
"I prefer to work alone," he replied. "Less complications that way and more profit for my work. Just like what you guys do, you don’t stay in a system where there’s a lot of competition. As for why I'm here, well... I was testing out my new ship. This seemed like the perfect spot for it, remote and isolated. No traffic to cause any collision in case something happens."
Munda Ek're frowned, his gut telling him that there was more to this boy's story than he was letting on.
"And you're alone?" he pressed, his voice tinged with skepticism.
Ubel nodded.
"Yes, I'm alone," he confirmed. "Just me and my ship."
Munda Ek're exchanged a meaningful glance with his crew, his mind racing with possibilities. Something about this man and his story didn't add up, and Munda Ek're was determined to get to the bottom of it. But for now, all he could do was continue the interrogation and see where it would lead.
"You're a strange one, aren't you?" Munda Ek're remarked, showing a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips while massaging his chin. "Most prisoners aren't quite so... chipper to their captors. And you’re so young to be a miner under any UGTR corporation. So I don’t buy your shit kid."
Ubel shrugged, his grin widening as he met Munda Ek're's gaze head-on.
"What can I say? I'm a glass-half-full kind of kid. And as an orphan, I had to make do. Also, it should be no surprise to you, of all people, to see someone like me at my age, working tirelessly under a corporation. It’s just that I was more fortunate to have the skills to steer a mining ship. Or else, I would be striking rocks in the mining stations of a dwarf planet."
Then he added with a light and playful tone.
"Besides, it's not every day you wake up in a pirate cell now, is it? Might as well make the best of it. And speaking of strange, aren’t you the strange one here? You attacked my ship, now you’re interviewing me as if part of a background check. Do pirates nowadays check their prey before saying, ‘Yarr! Hand off yer coins and rum!’ or something like that?"
Munda Ek're chuckled, the sound echoing off the walls of the corridor.
"I like your stupidity, kid," he said. "You've got guts at least to make jokes, I'll give you that. But don't get too comfortable. We've got plans for you, and they don't involve lounging around in a cell all day."
“So… what do you want from me? I thought you came to see me because you need something.” the boy shrugged his shoulders and asked.
“I could have my men here rape you to get what we want, it will be faster that way,” Munda said.
“And why am I not seeing that happening now?” the boy asked, still amused.
“I don’t want to interrogate a broken mess of a boy after being violated by twenty of my men. So I could offer you an easier option. Give me access to your ship logs. We need to confirm who you are and what you’re trying to do here. In exchange, you will be dropped in a pod with your life… and butt intact.” His crew started laughing at his last lines.
But Munda Ek're was starting to suspect that this boy named Ubel was an agent of the Alliance or UGTR. Just like this boy mentioned, it was not unnatural to see minors or underage workers working on the belt. However, it also applies to military personnel and agents. He already had many near-death experiences with child soldiers and hunters after underestimating their appearances.
In the past war of UGTR and the Alliance, child mercenaries and soldiers were a common thing in both space and battlefields. Cheap and expendable while also capable of blending with the civilians at no cost.
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“Well, that’s truly surprising to get some offer from a pirate… but if I refuse?”
“First, we will cut off your fingers, one finger at a time. If that's not enough we can slowly cut your limbs one by one until you croak the sounds that we wanted to hear while your puny ass is being wrecked by my men.” Munda Ek're answered and added. “If that is still not enough, we could either skin you alive slowly.”
“Nice!! Such a typical response that I expected from pirates.” Ubel just laughed at his intimidation, clapping his hands as if impressed, making the pirates in the room quite disturbed at his reaction. “Although… I don’t like the rapey stuff you just mentioned.”
The two parties went silent for a moment.
“Boss, is this boy right in the head?” one of his crew spoke out loud about what he and others were thinking.
“What if he’s just a mentally retarded or mentally ill patient who got out and found himself steering a mining ship into space?” another one made an assumption.
“We should just torture him, boss,” more of his crew suggested to just start the torture procedure. “And I kind of like what he would look from behind as he screams in pain.”
Then Ubel met Munda Ek're's gaze with his own.
"To be honest, I am excited to know how you will do it," he said in an eerily calm voice.
Munda Ek're felt a chill run down his spine at Ubel's responses. He had dealt with his fair share of hardened criminals and ruthless adversaries in his time as a pirate, but there was something about Ubel's calm demeanor that completely unnerved him that he couldn’t explain but felt familiar.
“He’s bluffing boss. Most of them do.” another one of his crew said, then he went closer to the boy and snarled. “Prepare your ass boy! We will definitely enjoy it!”
As Munda Ek're's crew grew increasingly impatient and aggressive, Ubel remained steadfast in his refusal to cooperate. Munda Ek're watched calmly as his crew became more erratic and hostile, their threats growing more violent with each passing moment.
"You think you're tough, huh?" one of the crew members sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "We'll see how tough you are after a few hours of our enjoyment!"
But Ubel simply shrugged off their attempts to intimidate him, his expression betraying no hint of fear or apprehension.
"Mmmm," the boy said calmly. "But I can assure you, it won't be as easy as you think."
Frustrated by Ubel's defiance, Munda Ek're's crew pressed him for answers, demanding to know about any valuable items or money he might be hiding, as well as the whereabouts of any other crew members. But Ubel remained steadfast in his insistence that he was alone.
"There is no other crew," he repeated calmly, his voice unwavering. "Just me and my ship."
"You expect us to simply take your word for it?" Another pirate asked, his voice was low and dangerous. "We need to verify the authenticity of your claims. And access to the ship's logs would allow us to do just that."
Ubel shrugged, seemingly unfazed by Munda Ek're crew's threats. Their boss however was now getting more suspicious. And Ubel seemed to have noticed it but just grinned and he turned his head to the side then laid his back on the wall.
"We don't have time for games," one of the crew said, her tone harsh. "Either you cooperate with us willingly, or we'll have to resort to... other methods."
Desperate to confirm things as more and more questions started flooding his mind, Munda decided to turn to his implants for guidance. He began to analyze Ubel's mental and physical state, searching for any weaknesses or vulnerabilities that he could exploit thanks to the upgrade that could detect subtle changes in heartbeat and facial expressions. He subtly enabled his ocular upgrades to scan also the brain activity and heartbeats of their prisoner, along with the type of cybernetics and implants that the boy had installed on himself.
But to his surprise, he felt no abnormality on the scan and found the boy’s heartbeats to be normal. What was even more strange, was that Munda found no implants in Ubel’s body.
Not a single one.
This made Ubel different from any prisoner Munda had ever encountered. All people, even a child or a newborn infant would be given an implant the moment they become developed inside their mother’s womb to help them survive a harsh vacuum environment in space, interstellar travel, or colonies.
It’s a typical feature of the human body ever since humanity started colonizing the stars. As the leader of the Demonic Monkeys, Munda Ek're had encountered his fair share of individuals with various cybernetic enhancements, from basic ocular upgrades to more advanced neural implants.
But Ubel stood before him, seemingly untouched by the technological advancements that had become commonplace in the outer sectors of space.
So their group had just encountered a human body with no cybernetics or implants was beyond strange. His mind raced as he observed Ubel, his suspicions growing with each passing moment. For someone in the spacefaring community to lack any cybernetic enhancements... especially ocular implants which had become almost ubiquitous among miners, space-faring traders, and pirates alike.
It's like seeing a living naked human being inside an active volcano.
Then he remembered about the certain high-ranking families on Terra that see cybernetics as impurities. He started to think Ubel was connected with them. But this only cursed him with more questions to appear in his mind.
What was Ubel doing out here in the asteroid belt, alone?
Who is he?
Is he a noble from the High Families on Terra?
Munda's implants scanned Ubel's body again for confirmation that he wasn’t having any delusions or was drunk, only to confirm again what his implanted cybernetic eyes had already told him. There were no traces of cybernetic implants or enhancements of any kind.
It was as if his fears were slowly being confirmed.
Turning to his crew, Munda’s expression was grave. As he thinks even more about it, he feels like he's sinking even deeper into the dark murky mud swamp, drowning while not knowing where he is.
And he wanted to beat himself up if he would later find out that he was just overthinking things.
He made a mental note to tread carefully. Munda already considered the possibility that they could find themselves getting involved or dealing with forces far beyond their understanding and could stand against. Something they would never want to be contending against.
“By the way, could you tell me the current date of this sector in the UGTR System?” Ubel suddenly asked a strange question.
Then Munda Ek're's eyes narrowed as Ubel's question hung in the air, his mind racing to come up with a plausible explanation. It was clear that Ubel's sudden inquiry about the date had caught him off guard. He now had even more questions than answers.
Why is he asking about the date?
Is something going to happen?
"Ah, the date," Munda Ek're said, trying to sound casual despite the rising tension in the room. "You see, as per our location, we're currently the 2781st year in the Sol System... well, let's just say we're a bit off the grid at the moment. Lost track of exact date and time once we entered this debris field, you know how it is."
He chuckled nervously, hoping that Ubel would buy his flimsy excuse as he was half told the truth and half lied to disallow Ubel from knowing. But as he looked into Ubel's eyes, he could sense that the boy was not convinced. There was a calculating gleam in Ubel's gaze, as if he saw through Munda Ek're's facade and knew more than he was letting on.
To his surprise, Ubel began to laugh also. The sound echoed off the walls of the brig.
"The 2781st year in the Sol System, you say?" he remarked, his voice tinged with amusement. "Well, isn't that interesting?"
Munda Ek're frowned, his suspicions growing with each passing moment. There was something about Ubel's reaction that didn't sit right with him, a sense of foreboding that gnawed at the edges of his consciousness.
"What's so funny?" Munda Ek're asked, his tone sharp and serious.
But Ubel simply continued to laugh, his laughter growing louder and more manic with each passing second.
"Oh, nothing," he said between fits of laughter. "I just find it amusing, that's all. The 2781st year in the Sol System... who would have thought?"
Munda Ek're exchanged a meaningful glance with his crew, his mind racing to make sense of Ubel's cryptic words. Whatever secrets the enigmatic boy held, it was clear that they were far more profound than Munda Ek're had initially suspected. And Ubel was probably playing some sort of game, but for what end, Munda Ek're could only speculate.
“Commander, we could just use the main terminal of this ship in the cargo bay.” a voice suddenly gave him hope. It came from one of their resident breaker, Luswa.
“How did you find out?” Munda asked.
“The impact of our boarding pods destroyed much of the ship’s bridge sensitive electronics, making it impossible for me to access it through ruined and static terminals,” Luswa replied. “Just in case our prisoner will not provide the codes, I took it upon myself and investigated the ship’s system and realized that we could find the access codes by breaking into the mainframe itself. I already sent three people to find the location of the mainframe and it was hidden in the cargo bay of this ship.”
“Very good!” Munda nodded as he appreciated the initiative of his breaker.
“So we don’t need him anymore!” Then one of the crew suddenly took out his pistol from his jacket and aimed at Ubel.
“Wait, I want to fuck him first!”
His crew began arguing but was stopped immediately by Luswa’s hand who shoved away the gun.
“However, we need his living vital signs and identification just in case they are needed to unlock the mainframe. So until then, we need him alive… and well in mind, unbroken just in case the system asks for some probing security passes.”
Munda nodded and struck the crew who almost shot Ubel, sending him flying across the corridor with a bloodied nose and face.
“However, for you idiots… Don’t fucking start anything unless I tell you so.” Munda glared at him while showing his blood-stained metallic arms.
“S-sorry b-boss!” the man could only quiver in pain and fear, trying to stop the bleeding on his nose.
With that, Munda Ek're motioned for his crew to unlock the cell door, the heavy metal bars floating back to the ceiling and the floor in silent motion.
Ubel just smiled at them as he let them enter his cell without much conflict and retrained him, raising Munda’s suspicion again. Then the boy was pushed by the pirates out of his cell and led to the cargo bay. Even though the boy’s hands were restrained behind his back, Munda’s gut still felt like they had missed something important. But he decided to shake off his paranoia and proceed with the current plan of his breaker.
With several pirates watching the boy closely, aimed with guns, Munda and his crew were on high alert as they entered the dimly lit chamber. This ship could house twenty crew at most. As such, they still could not believe that the boy was alone on the ship and was moving in considering that he still had allies hiding in this ship.
As they reached the corridor to the cargo bay, Munda Ek're saw the grand sight of his fleet surrounding Ubel's mining ship on the window. It was a formidable display of firepower and numbers, one that had struck fear into the hearts of countless traders and freighters throughout the outer stations and planets.
“Still, it's impressive to see a massive fleet of pirates in action. Most of the time, I would only see or encounter one or two pirate ships attacking a group of freighters. But a fleet like this… it's something else.” Ubel spoke out loud his impression, gazing upon the fleet with a look of awe and admiration as he passed through the glimpse of them on several of his ship’s windows.
Munda however did not feel flattered and signaled to his men to keep a close watch on Ubel, ready to strike at a moment's notice if the miner showed any sign of treachery.
“Commander, I still don’t see why you’re so cautious of the kid.” his breaker, Luswa asked curiously. After noticing the type of caution that Munda was acting on. His boss pondered for a moment whether he should confess about his suspicion or not but seeing that only Luswa could hear it, he decided to open up.
“I think… this kid was either another runaway Vestal or a son of a UGTR politician,” Munda told his honest assumption about the boy.
“Aren’t you just overthinking things?” Luswa answered with another question.
“That was my first thought also however my gut feeling tells me that this kid is dangerous.” Munda shook his head and added. “Didn’t you notice the indifferent or amused reaction of the boy to all of our actions?”
“Now that you mentioned it, he never once showed a frightened face.” Luswa then wondered. “Isn’t he just pretending?”
“No…” then Munda revealed another thing. “I… I have few encounters with this kind of person that caused me to start suspecting every kid that I passed by. The top two that ever made their mark on my mind were a Vestal of Luna and the daughter of the UGTR governor in Venus. Both encounters almost cost me my life and both also forced me to run away with my tail between my legs.”
Luswa frowned upon hearing his past encounters.
“Then we could just stop this and abandon the kid. We could just hunt another prey in the belt later.” The breaker suggested. “Or just take the ship and expel the kid to space in a pod.”
“That’s a good point, but what if we were then wrong?”
“What kind of... wrong?”
“I think, I asked you the wrong question. So let me rephrase it.” Munda shook his head and continued. “What do you know about the Vestals?”
“Uhh… they’re rich and wealthy?”
“Hmmm… what else?”
“They have a lot of money that… that they could influence the sector politics?”
“That’s one thing, what else?”
“…” Luswa thought deeply while walking in silence for a little while, then he shrugged, showing no more ideas coming to his mind.
“Heh,” Then Munda told him the answer. “It is their pride.”
The confused Luswa raised his brow in question and wonder.
“Pride?”
“The Vestals of Luna have sowed an image in the long years of their bloodline that… no one could and should ever cross them.” Munda elaborated. “They are the top of the food chain in the UGTR-controlled systems. The UGTR Secretary General, his ministers, and the parliament members were all below these true overlords of Luna. Not even corporations would dare to touch them. Even the High Families of Terra barely could equal the power of these Vestals.”
Then he added another explanation.
“And you will know the difference between them, the Corpo family or a daughter or son of a Terran Government Official by just threatening them and seeing their responses.”
“The corpo heirs will offer money or ransom while also making a counter threat to hunt you down by sending a massive bounty on your head. The daughter or son of a government official will not offer money but will threaten you that the Terran Navy will hunt you down…” Munda smiled grimly as he uttered the final revelation. “But a Vestal would just… laugh.”
Luswa quickly remembered the laughing and the amused image of the boy inside his cell earlier.
“So that means-”
“That means, if that boy is a Vestal, we are all fucked… or lucky.”
Luswa opened his eyes in shock as he finally realized the reason for Munda’s great caution.
“Wait lucky?”
“Let me finish.” Munda laughed lightly. “The purity of his body from any cybernetics and implants... it is something that I only saw once in my life. Luswa, he had no cybernetics in his body.” Munda said then gazed back to Luswa with a grave face. “And the lost Vestal girl I encountered has white hair and the known rumors about these lunar lords were also pale, white-haired… I swore I would not mistake those golden eyes. That was one of the worst events in my life that I would never want to repeat.”
“Then shouldn’t we just leave the kid?” Luswa worriedly asked.
“Yeah, we could… But also… Vestals were rumored to have their own… family problems. Because most Vestals don’t stray far from Luna or even step outside the Sol System, an encounter with them is very rare, similar to seeing an Ambrosia. If we would be able to find out why he is here, we would get a lot if we play our cards right without fucking a step.”
“Ummm… I still don’t understand.” His breakers still haven’t realized any silver lining in involving themselves with a suspected Vestal.
“Not much is known about their life, tradition, or culture inside their Lunar Palaces but all you need to know is that there are only three instances when a Vestal was found outside the confines of Luna and was returned. These people who returned them were greatly rewarded and they later rose to start their own corporate families and lived their lives in pleasure moons. You get where I’m going with this?” Munda grinned.
“Yeah… but why would a Vestal leave Luna?” His breaker asked.
“I don’t know, maybe they are bored in their heavenly life on Terra’s moon?” Munda was reminded about the only known background of the Lunar princesses and princes, where due to the very little and controlled information about the Vestals, any source or leaks about them would get infamous overnight.
And it only happened three times where young Vestals were escorted back to Luna and those who did, received a lot of monetary reward. It happened only thrice but for a very close-knit and protected society, it was more than enough to be called a pattern to those who noticed it.
He doesn’t know why it's prevalent among them but he is interested in receiving such a reward. Thinking that this could lead him to greater wealth and connection. Despite Munda’s fear and extreme high alert over the boy, his greed already won over his gut feeling which he knew he was now trapped with his decision to fully get involved with the boy, Ubel.
“Luswa, I intend to retire with several women fucking me in my elderly life, drinking a cup of Ambrosia and all the food and pleasures my mouth and cock could enjoy.” Munda grinned. “I will take this risk.”
“Haaa…I don’t know… anymore.” Luswa sighed as he shook his head. “Anyways, don’t worry. In an off chance where your gut was right and we would get the worst-case scenario, we probably can still run away from any possible trouble.”
Munda knew that they were treading on dangerous ground, but he felt that he needed to know rather than be kept blind if it meant uncovering the truth behind Ubel's mysterious origins and making a profit out of it.
And part of himself refuses to back down this time around.