Among the countless space ships drifting in the system, one stood apart.
A war-sharp, a vessel broken but this is functionable, and at first glance, it looked no different from the others.
Its damaged exterior blended perfectly with the rest.
within the Scavenger Fleets, this ship was there are owner lives
Inside the ship—
From the outside, they all looked the same damaged.
But anyone who stepped inside would be shocked.
the luxurious interior as the walls was built with real materials and along both sides of the corridor, was trophies, were the preserved heads of fallen beings. Beneath each one, etched into metal plates, were inscriptions—the name of their race… and the date of their extinction.
In the corridor a tall man with scar on his right eye but strangle his face can even put the super models to shame his blue eyes were cold ice see as he was walking through the corridor After some time, he stopped before a door.
For a moment, there was only silence.
Then—
He pushed it open.
The moment I stepped inside, I got irritated.
Of course.
They all know what they are.
Slaves.
for me and my brother.
Every scavenger out there understands it. They fight anyway. Struggle anyway. Cling to whatever scraps of dignity they can pretend to have.
It changes nothing.
They still belong to us
but NO
My brother insists on wasting the best of them.
My gaze hardened.
The exotic batch.
Inside the room, my brother had abandoned all restraint—lost in indulgence, surrounded by scavenger women and others from different races, as if nothing else in the universe mattered.
They were carefully selected—valuable, and beautiful rare… meant to be traded, Some of them for auctions. Some for high-tier buyers across systems.
my gaze teen darkened as I see my brother
I mumbled under my breath
the Goods.
But now—
They were being wasted.
I couldn't understand why he always insisting on takes some of them from EXOTIC batch.
I want to scold my brother
In The End.
I stopped my self-form having a fighting form my brother.
"AMUND."
My voice cut through the room.
He paused… then slowly turned.
The moment he saw me, he smiled.
"Hey, bro."
Like nothing was wrong.
Then—
"Come and join me, bro."
For a second, I almost snapped.
But I forced it down.
"…Come to my office," I said coldly.
Then I turned and walked out.
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In a quiet corridor, a frail-looking young man walked toward the control room.
His pale green skin contrasted with the dark circles under his blue eyes. His green hair fell messily around his face, and his long, drooping ears gave him an almost otherworldly appearance.
He clutched a stack of documents in his arms.
Then
He slipped.
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The floor slammed into me.
"Oooowww…"
Pain shot through my side as the papers scattered everywhere.
I groaned and pushed myself up, sitting there for a second, trying to process what just happened.
"…F*ck me…"
I rubbed my head, wincing, then looked around at the mess.
"Perfect… just perfect…"
Still muttering under my breath, I started gathering the scattered pages.
as I started collating the papers and I sorted them, one sheet caught my eye.
The title read:
"What is a World?"
I paused.
Something about it felt… off.
so, I started reding
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what is a world??
A world is the manifestation of life. A world is the birthplace of civilizations —A sacred storehouse of every dream ever dreamed, And the fading echoes of all that was lost to time, The quiet promise that slipped away.
It is the only place where you journey, Where you struggle… Where you build, and break, and begin again And where you finally come to rest in peace.
Yet shadows strangle that dying world, Its memory devoured by time, Its hope dissolved into mist. Swayed by silence, it drifts forgotten Through the ruins of all it once became.
A fragile refuge was carved Upon a poisoned shore marked in twilight, A fleeting sanctuary trembling on the edge of oblivion.
Now they journey toward the unknown exchange, Toward the silent grave where meaning erodes— Where their purpose is weighed by strangers, there worth mocked by the nameless, and every dream is bartered…
—form your friend
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after looking at this,
i frowned
who the f*ck send this poem to the captain?
As I was about to place the paper back onto the stack, a voice tore through the corridor—Rough. Dry.
Like sandpaper robin into each other
"Pick that up carefully."
I froze.
Slowly… I turned.
At the far end of the corridor a figure I hadn't noticed before.
Tall.
Watching.
The overhead lights flickered once, slicing the corridor into strips of light and shadow.
He didn't move.
And yet—
It felt like he was closer.
Then he stepped forward.
just once's.
he vanished.
No blur.
No distortion.
Just… gone.
my breath caught in my throat.
And then something shifted behind me
Not a sound.
Not movement.
But—
A massive shadow stretched across the polished floor, swallowing mine.
Slowly… painfully slowly… i turned my head.
Someone stood right behind me.
Too close.
Far too close.
i hadn't heard footsteps.
Hadn't felt anything.
And yet—
there he was.
The figure leaned slightly forward, close enough that that i could feel a faint, unnatural chill brush against my neck.
"Careful," the voice rasped again, quieter now… almost right inside my ear.
"If you drop it again… you might lose more than paper."
my hands trembled violently as i clutched the document tighter.
Then I saw him clearly.
The first thing I noticed—
The ears.
Long.
Drooping.
Familiar.
My breath caught.
"…Amund…?"
The name slipped out before I could stop it.
The moment it left my mouth—
Regret hit me.
Hard.
Why did I say that?
Why the hell did I say his name out loud?
My thoughts spiralled instantly.
"F*ck me F*ck me F*ck me F*ck me F*ck me F*ck me F*ck me"
"What am I doing? What am I doing?"
My thoughts spiralled out of control.
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
For a moment, there was only silence.
Then—
Slowly… I looked up.
A thin, slow smile stretched across his face.
Something in my chest tightened.
My fingers twitched around the paper, but I couldn't move.
Couldn't look away.
His eyes—
Locked onto mine.
Not just looking.
Judging.
Like I was nothing more than an insect crushed underfoot.
A flicker of disgust crossed his face.
But he said nothing at first he just staring at me
After few seconds of staring at me he opens his mouth
"…You shouldn't have said that name," he whispered.
My breath hitched.
"I—I didn't mean—"
The smile widened.
"You did."
One step.
That's all he took.
And suddenly—
Something was in his hand.
I didn't even see him move.
Didn't see him reach.
But—
He was holding a heart.
it was Beating.
My brain froze.
I stared at it, unable to process what I was seeing.
"…W-what…?" my voice cracked.
The sound—
It echoed in my ears.
That soft, sick rhythm.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
My stomach twisted violently.
Then—
Something cold spread through my chest.
Slowly and Numbly
My breath stuttered.
I looked down.
Slowly.
Carefully.
And—
There was no blood.
No wound.
The emptiness.
My hands began to shake uncontrollably.
"…N-no…"
I looked back up at him.
He tilted his head slightly, studying me.
Like I had become something worth observing.
Then—
He opened his mouth.
Too wide.
Far too wide.
My breath caught.
His jaw stretched unnaturally, splitting into a grin that shouldn't exist.
Inside—
Rows of sharp, uneven teeth.
Too many.
Not anything I could understand.
My body refused to move.
Refused to run.
I could only watch.
Helpless.
As he slowly raised the heart—
My heart—
Toward his mouth.
"No… no, wait—"
My voice broke.
Useless.
Meaningless.
He paused for just a fraction of a second.
Those cold eyes flicked back to mine.
And that smile—
It deepened.
Then—
He bit down.
Crunch.
The sound echoed through the corridor.
The beating stopped.
Just like that.
Everything went silent.
My vision blurred instantly.
My legs gave out beneath me.
I collapsed, gasping—
But no air came.
Nothing came.
Only cold.
Only emptiness.
My thoughts shattered—
Fading—
Breaking apart—
The last thing I saw—
He stood there, calm.
Unbothered.
Slowly licking the blood from his fingers.
Then—
He bent down.
Picked up the scattered documents.
Without a word—
He turned.
And began to walk away.
No hurry.
No hesitation.
Not even a glance back.
Like I had never mattered.
Like I had never existed.
My vision darkened.
The corridor dissolved into shadows.
And then—
I closed my eyes.