Life In The Organization

"S-Sure, please." Ciemnosc timidly extended his right hand out, revealing his wrist. Immediately, Loro took a needle out and stabbed Ciemnosc's skin with it, drawing only a single droplet of blood before quickly retracting his hand and needle, his face trying to comfort the child after having 'hurt' him with a soft smile.

Meanwhile, all Ciemnosc did was to slow down the flow of his Power Energy within his body and 'link', letting his Psychogenic and Dantian 'stagnate' as well, just as he has felt the flow of Power Energy on others of such a level. When Loro nodded at Ciemnosc and then turned around to go towards the other Spirit Condensation Realm cultivator, he had an impatient look as he left Ciemnosc alone for a bit.

“Hey, kid. What’s your name?” A voice carrying anything but an uncaring, lazy tone entered Ciemnosc’s right ear and left through the left one. Being so simply ignored, the owner of the voice stepped closer to Ciemnosc. The moment he was just a few steps from touching ‘gently’ the right shoulder of the kid that was as tall as him, the kid himself turned his head.

When the teenager saw Ciemnosc’s eyes, his face became awkward for a moment, and his steps naturally halted; too. Without saying anything, Ciemnosc tilted his head to the left, still indifferently gazing at the teenager, before turning his head away and facing towards an incoming Loro with a never before seen-like magnificent facial expression.

“Hey child, we’ve just discovered how much of an amazing person you actually are.” Loro even put on a fawning glint in both his eyes, speaking with a much more obvious honesty and desire to cling to his feet in the future to reach greatness too. But Ciemnosc only responded with hesitating lips before finally, barely, saying in a fleeting tone. “Ca-can I join the sect, then?”

“F-for sure! Hahaha! Kid, you might not know it, but the Arielende Sect is a brand new sect a bit northwards from here. Even then, I promise you that you’ll see thousands of sect members to whom you’ll end up knowing what it means to be a star, so what do you think?” Loro bragged, the teenager just a few steps beside Ciemnosc looking up at the taller man than himself with a look akin to that of helplessness and a bit of desperation.

“Oh? Cristan! You’ve met Ciemnosc already? As the older boy, you must make sure to take care of Ciemnosc as he grows up, when he becomes the most solid and powerful cornerstone of the sect, it will only be natural that he will remember all those who aided him in the times prior glory even arrived.”

As if simply saying such nice things to Ciemnosc in front of everybody else wasn’t enough, then Loro talking directly to this ‘Cristan’ surely did it as Cristan seemed many times angrier yet was trying to hold it even more adamantly. In the end, the teenager could only nod his head a few times, a bit like a robot.

“Okay everyone, take a few minutes of rest. Our ‘ride’ is coming soon. We’ll set off a little late to feel up the quota,” said Loro, who looked still somewhat unsatisfied seeing just about a hundred people already with the Arielende Sect emblem on their chests. After patting Ciemnosc’s right shoulder with his left hand and granting him an encouraging glare, Loro left Ciemnosc’s side.

“...” On his right, Cristan was looking at Ciemnosc’s right side profile, fuming a little bit but now much more ‘peaceful’ than before. Not only did he not wish to talk to Ciemnosc, but he also wished he never tried to approach him or even have spoken to him just now. Ciemnosc ignored him while Cristan looked around, waiting.

“...I’ll be taking a walk before night comes, oh, please make sure Loro and company know. Thank you, ‘senior brother’.” After staring up at the sky and seeing it already turning a bit dark after a couple of hours went by, Ciemnosc said to the now calmed down and quiet Cristan a few meters farther away, turning around and walking back into the city from another path that he entered this gathering of cultivators.

“...tsk.” Cristan looked at the boy’s back totally not going to say shit and let them think he deserted or something, it wouldn’t be his problem since Ciemnosc, ‘the ignorant boy’, didn’t know how to behave at such a young age…

. . .

This place was one of the many where the Warm Golden Hotel takes out all of their trash, ranging from wasted food that had already rotted, leftovers, clothing, broken items of all kinds, and bodies of servants who were overused and died at the hands of quite a few cultivators lately - a reason why most servants who are around and even known are only those who cultivate.

“Whistle whistle~~...” A young man was slowly moving a lot of bags with all kinds of trash from the hotel. Though he knew what was within them, almost in each of those bags, he still leisurely kept pushing them closer and closer towards the parking lot where a lot of trucks would come in in just a few minutes and start loading towards the several landfills around and towards the south of the Region.

…whoosh…

At this moment, just as the young man who had even done his fun moments with a certain clerk for tens and tens of times these last few weeks, among others, was pushing and ‘cleaning’ these garbage bags. A gust of air flew over his nape, startling the handsome young man to a stop before his neck was slowly cut into a dozen differently sized chunks of meat - boneless.

…At another place in the Warmlord City, where several different co-workers of the Warm Golden Hotel were playing a few table games, they had a bunch of Inferior grade Powerful Stones as their bargaining chip and lots of delicious meals made out of the most delicious and incredibly smelling meat, either from grilled, roasting and even boiling methods.

They were all having warm, wide smiles while playing, a cute few servants to each of their sides and looking at their food and bargaining chips with total lust - not even just wanting ‘some of that’ but ‘selflessly’ wanting to serve someone with those properties; that simple.

Rumble, rumble…

Their little hideout was suddenly trembling, as if an earthquake was looming over and barely starting, their large hexagonal table shook, and the light hanging from the ceiling began flickering. At first, the flickering wasn’t that obvious. But then, it became so fast and gave less and less time for the light to illuminate their little room that everyone began feeling suffocated.

In the end, a certain co-worker that was the weakest in his cultivation, with a thin figure and shorter than most men but not really that short - could only see as his fellow workers all ‘changed’ from one flicker to another.

One of them was looking behind and to the left of such a weak cultivator when the lights were nicely lit up, fear barely starting to show in those eyes that were more like a scared child than an adult man. The next moment, flickering occurred, and all the weak cultivator could see was a hand slowly, lightly, and taking its time to trace its fingertips covered by black Power Energy all around that fellow worker’s face.

When the lights lit up without flickering again, the man before the weak cultivator became a few strands of stiff, wet pieces of flesh without a single bit of bone left, bloody all over each of them and with the tongue and eyes still there. Only, the tongue was a bit misplaced to its right, usual spot. While the eyes were placed to the sides of the tongue, looking as if having his eyes right above his mouth….without a mouth, nor a single piece of his skull remaining yet still sitting still on the chair.

It went on like this, the weak cultivator could only see as each of his co-workers and all of the servants around began being beheaded, mutilated, played with, eaten-like, and made ‘fine pieces of art’ by those very same hands. Which, in the weak cultivator’s head, whether they were or not. Those hands were like the hands of the evil darkness, like reptiles - as they went through every single one of them.

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Guts, shit, teeth, vertebrae, dicks, boobs, pinky and mushy organ matter, and even whole lungs and hearts appeared on the table. Each was the respective owner of the one sitting closer to such. Each one was fully ‘dismantled’ and laid bare to see as if forming autopsies of the highest level with yet the most basic of purposes.

“And then there’s you…” - “Uoh- no!... Noh! Noo- nuoooooooohhh…!!”

Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech…

The weak cultivator, thinking he was safe because he was brand new to these groups that predominated the Warm Golden Hotel, suddenly became deadly pale and panicky as he felt an ever so cold left hand on his neck. Fingertips and nails were tapping on his neck over and over again, like playing tunes on a surface while patiently waiting for something or someone to…anything. He has done that himself many times in his life.

Many times in his short life…

The weak cultivator was suddenly dragged backwards into the darkness. No more flickering occurred, no more dark from the lights going off…no more watching.

Phhshk! Phhshk! Phhshk! Phhshk! Crrreeesshhhhkk~, Crrreeesshhhhkk~, Crrreeesshhhhkk~~... Ckrsheeeeeerrrrr~ Ckrsheeeeeerrrrr~ Ckrsheeeeeerrrrr~...

Sounds of some things very sharp and fast that could go very deep sounded out a lot at first. But they slowly became sounds of flesh being ‘gently’ opened and those opening increasing in size more and more. Soon, it came time for the body to be directly dismantled, bit by bit, bite by bite, and skin by skin.

…Within the office of not only the strongest man and person in the Warmlord City but also the very same president, the one who basically ruled all of the city.

Step step step…

Without a warning, steps loomed over from the dark hallway with the door leading to his office left open. It was such a big office, a few hundred meters long and even wider. As such, despite the hallway being illuminated, the door’s side of the office was blackened out, though it looked darker than ever for some reason.

At these moments, the president was a fine chubby man with crazed strands of hair to the sides of his head but with a totally bald head everywhere else, wearing slightly golden thin glasses and having a robust but even adorable looking nose. A few wrinkles started forming on his forehead, he semi looked up and said to the barely discernible shadow, “Today’s not a good day. Just report to me tomorrow… Hey, I’ve just said to piss the fuck off. Do you even want to live?!”

Drop- bugsh bugsh…

The president suddenly stopped talking, as he heard obvious sounds of viscous, wet bones and even…flesh falling on his precious office’s floor. Yet, there was nothing going on these days, but even more shocking…since nothing was up to be dealt with these days, why did someone come? And how did this someone manage to evade not only his guards but even his senses?

Fuwoooosssh…

While the president was busy with terror and apprehension forming in his mind. The shadow disappeared. And on its stead, several smallish bags of wet and viscous contents were right behind a few that were clean and tidy.

…step step step step!

Walking over to see what was in the clean bags, seeing tens of Inferior grade Powerful Stones made the president’s face shine, shine brightly alright. There were also a few things dropped over the dirty bags though. They were made of metal but had not made any discernible, distinct sound of such before.

Stepping forwards and leaning his body a bit more over them, the president noticed that they were all from the Warm Golden Hotel and they were labels of almost 200 people in total. “!!”

But, as the president stood back up, almost in terror and with a pale countenance, he finally noticed that…the way from his desk to his hallway didn’t seem that dark anymore and, in fact, he could see a lot of warm light slipping in front of his office’s door. That night, dozens and dozens of reports. All coming from the most vehement murder all over the city came into the president’s office, not allowing him to rest for the whole night…and following months’ nights.

. . .

After hours of waiting, Ciemnosc finally got to see what was going to be used as the transport used to go to the Arielende Sect. There were a few of them that were really large, enough to fit more than 100 people on it with remaining space between each spot and some others that were for tens of people at most.

These ‘rides’ were more like tools, obviously. They were tools from the cultivation world. They had simple, retractable, and flexible, foldable legs from the front to the back, going all over from the sides and keeping everyone on top of them smoothly transported and moving.

These tools were like a simple metallic slab being attached to tons of little legs that could move, it was just that there were obvious accommodations on top of it such as cushions, praying mats, smallish dining tables for each person, and even a place to lay and fall asleep if they wanted - or could.

It was all in a very diminutive portion of the tool. But it wasn’t without errors, as every now and then, they had to stop to give it maintenance and make sure it wouldn’t suddenly stop in the middle of a march. The other tools with tens of people on them were for the Arielende Sect members who were ‘taking care’ of the surroundings in case any Creature or unknown cultivators appeared, both being equally feared.

Meanwhile, the few large nameless tools such as these were being led by the 2 Spiritual Condensation Realm Elders of the Arielende Sect, who seemed to know the way ‘back’ already. But even as there were quite a few necessary stops for fixing needed, the trip to the Arielende Sect was pretty short. These tools were quite fast, faster than even Ciemnosc without using his full physical strength.

Only, there was this one sole thing that was ‘bad’ for Ciemnosc: Cristan was seated right on his right. It wouldn’t have been that bad, however. Cristan dragged the cutest girl in their walking tool to sit on his left, sitting between the 2 most handsome guys of the entire Arielende Sect’s recruitment this year which easily lifted her spirits up and made her blush, made her blush a lot.

That wasn’t all, as the 13-14-year-old girl was then flirted with by the teenager Cristan, they were really shamelessly going at it, with the cutest girl in their group then sometimes glancing over Ciemnosc, wondering to herself why wasn’t he also talking to her?

In any case, soon came Ciemnosc’s ‘problem’. As, out of nowhere, Cristan led the cute girl’s right hand straight and down against his crotch. The cute girl’s right arm flinched a tiny bit, and only at the beginning, that was all her struggle. Cristan then looked at Ciemnosc over triumphantly, having seen and noticed how that cute girl preferred Ciemnosc over himself.

Rubbing was then slowly integrated into their actions, as the cute girl gave one last look at Ciemnosc who didn’t seem to notice nor care about what she was doing with another cute boy. Then, as tens of minutes passed, the cute girl fell asleep. That wasn’t an excuse for Cristan though, as he popped his thing out and slowly, very expertly, moved the girl’s body onto his crotch so that her sweet nose and mouth became plastered around by it whole.

At first, there were only a few wet noises, coupled with that of meat hitting either skin or a hard surface, like teeth. But a few dozen of seconds later, there were even ‘lick lick’ and a few ‘slrrp’ before becoming fully ‘slrrp slrrp slurp’ only and at high speeds - the girl was a quick learner ah. Shortly after, Cristan ended in that girl’s mouth, to which she still didn’t separate from his body, and even a few rounds went up next, he was all his head over heels with getting away with it as he glanced over Ciemnosc…who was yet still completely unfazed.

…In the end, a couple of hours went by before Ciemnosc and the entire newly recruited members were finally able to see the Arielende Sect’s territory, their organization territory, which according to the general rule of the world of cultivation of course. They can’t own any organizational territory like that of the strongest organizations in the south, east, north, and center of the Region - just their specified organization’s territory.

But…in Ciemnosc’s eyes, from what he imagined it would be… The comparison was way too strong. There was barely anything to notice about that was any rich in energy or at least looking a bit majestic. Dull barren floor, large tents here and there that at the very least did not seem to be for disciples and instead for either the sect’s business and servants to be used and taken care of.

All the same, Ciemnosc saw stone buildings made with smoothed out rocks and bricks into a sole type of substance being used to build all the buildings in the sect… It was truly discouraging to see the state that this sect was in, but it was now his sect too, at the very least. Besides, who could say that he wouldn’t be important in this sect? Even if he was not expected to become the sect’s future, and even if he was only recognized ‘then’, he could still help around to get things…prettier - first and foremost.

All he could do, right now though was to disembark from the walking tool and watch the sunrise at the left of the sect’s entrance, which was merely the sect’s territory surrounded by a 3 meters long railing with ‘meh’ spikes atop and a gate of only about 10 meters long aiming southwards. A shout made all the new recruits, some ordinary people who were the one sleepy and some others stretching with sore bones and muscles - to hurry up and abide by the rules.

“Now everyone please stand in front of the sect’s gate! The exams will be placed before you soon after the tables are in front of each of you, form a line with a spacing of 2 meters between each of you, come on!” Loro shouted out with his full voice powered by Power Energy, exhausting him as soon as he finished with the relaying orders-shouting.

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