It was the evening after McGillis and his group suppressed the Dark Tribe’s hidden village.
Three large mountains and four gentle hills away from the hidden village, inside an artificial structure.
Music without lyrics was playing.
*Beep beep beep ♪*
“Branch Manager~~~? It’s a call from Headquarters~~~?”
Amidst the music, the chime of the Mato’s incoming call rings.
A female staff member inside the building contacts the branch manager.
“~~~♪ Hm? From Headquarters? How rare. Yes, yes, this is the East Continent Branch Office, Section 408 Administrator.”
She states her affiliation and rank to the important person from Headquarters via Mato.
“This is the Central Continent Headquarters, Communications Officer.”
After both sides state their affiliations and ranks, the communications officer finally gets to the main point.
“From my home planet drifting in space, a part of the samples was captured by humans on the East Continent.”
“Captured?”
The samples within this facility have had no contact with the East Continent humans (natives).
That means it must be the samples that escaped in the past.
All of the samples had overt hostility towards humans.
“That’s right. You and your subordinates are to retrieve the samples from those East Continent humans, or kill the East Continent humans. Currently, there are two individuals. If time passes, the number of people to kill will increase.”
“Understood.”
She cuts off the Mato.
Orders from Headquarters are absolute.
She decides to search through past data to figure out what these samples are.
“Well, I’ll have my subordinates do it, so it’s fine. Hey, it’s me.”
The branch manager unhesitatingly relays the order from Headquarters, prioritizing the search for data on past sample escapes.
Then, by inferring whether those escaped samples were still alive, she finally determined they were the samples used in the development of a new drug, completely black from head to toe.
It took over two weeks.
“Overtime pay…”
“Paid leave…”
“Sleepy…”
All the staff members were busy late into the night, exchanging opinions and theories, verifying data reliability, and interviewing those who knew about the incident at the time, leaving them utterly exhausted.
The branch manager was also a bit pale, but still slightly better off than the staff.
“Well then, the Dark Tribe, huh.”
At the time, it was the runaway of an reckless experiment by new recruits, on the scale of a club (six to eight people).
The over-enhanced samples began killing the facility’s staff.
Half of the new recruits died instantly, while the rest, though deeply wounded, managed to escape from the samples.
The samples pursued them, and perhaps intended to finish them off.
The damage spread. It caused enough damage to warrant deploying the elite of the Security Department.
The reason for strengthening the samples was revealed by recovering research data and themes from the scene of the tragedy.
By strengthening them, a rare component could be abundantly harvested from the samples’ skin.
As a safety measure and treatment, a disposal device was attached near the samples’ hearts.
Even after strengthening them, they were set to be killed reliably.
The samples couldn’t remove it themselves either.
Or so it was thought, but the device didn’t activate.
When the elite security forces of that time attempted to dispose of them, the disposal device blocked the attack like armor.
“Youngsters don’t think about the consequences,”
remarked one of the elites, as recorded in the report.
“Mass escape of the Dark Tribe.”
A quarter of them managed to evade the pursuit of the elite Security Department.
At night, they were hard to spot due to their entirely black skin.
It was unexpected that such a small number would’ve bred and still inhabit this place.
Moreover, they caused trouble for us.
“Which is easier?”
Retrieving the samples from the natives.
Handling the trouble secretly, but it’s uncertain if that’s possible.
Initially, there were two natives who knew about the samples.
Now, that number might have increased further.
“It seems the number of samples is also large.”
Judging by the communications officer’s tone, more than ten or twenty survived.
The samples are to be recovered. “Retrieve” means “don’t kill.”
“Ah, the budget…!”
Her salary will decrease. Her retirement money. She’s not even married yet.
Even though she’s the branch manager (albeit demoted).
The East Continent Branch Office, Section 408, began searching the hidden village that McGillis and his group had suppressed.
The branch manager, muttering complaints like, “Just tell me the location,” heard the report of the Dark Tribe’s hidden village being discovered a month later.
“…That’s late.”
“What can we do? Our main focus is research. The search is outside our jurisdiction. The Security Department’s focus is also on the safety within the facility.”
“Excuses are useless. Send people, send troops to the site, quickly.”
Retrieve them, or kill the natives, either is fine, just do it quickly.
Think about my mental state, not knowing when the next communication from Headquarters will come!
“…Yes.”
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For the past two months, McGillis and his group had relentlessly exploited the Dark Tribe males. As a result, the hidden village had evolved camouflage technology that blended seamlessly with nature.
Frankly, it was a brute-force approach using Light Magic and Earth Magic.
“No rest, no rest! You have to work to meet today’s quota!”
Phasis, the on-site supervisor.
If anyone slacked off, he’d fire his crossbow at their feet.
Their equipment was increasing.
Newly added were crossbows and close-combat gear with built-in blades.
The blades were coated with a paralyzing poison created by McGillis, called [In the foreign tongue, ‘immature person’], and left to dry.
Even a slight graze of the skin would immediately cause the nervous system to malfunction, starting from the point of contact.
You would be conscious and able to feel, but unable to move.
It was a terrifying poison.
Meanwhile, McGillis, who created that terrifying poison, was…
Raping the Dark Tribe women. Yes, as usual.
Business as usual.
“Fill me with my physical stock and soldiers, and get pregnant!”
“Peeeee—~”
The women resisted McGillis.
Even with strength exceeding their physical limits at the moment of climax, they couldn’t withstand McGillis.
Forbidden from escaping or dying, they were forced to continue having semen and saliva poured into them from morning till night.
The fact that their spirits didn’t break easily was a factor that kept McGillis from getting bored.
The women, who had been living peacefully, felt rage boiling up against the outsiders who shattered their lives. They were the root cause of the hell that their entire tribe had endured, simply because they were human.
“Pee—kyuu……”
“Next♪ I choose you♪”
“Peeeeeeeee!!!!!!”
Unable to escape McGillis’s Wind Magic, they were dragged onto a large bed.
He gently placed the unconscious woman down beneath the bed.
“Welcome~♪ Licko.”
“HibiPi――――”
As a new woman arrived at the bed, McGillis began licking her dark skin as a prelude.
She had no armpit hair or pubic hair.
With every lick, McGillis thought, “I was born to lick.”
“Hahaha, haha!”
McGillis continued to release his semen at full throttle until Phasis called out to him during the daytime.
Little did they know, enemies were approaching, targeting the Dark Tribe and themselves. They couldn’t possibly dream of it.
It would be impossible for them to imagine it right now, at the peak of their lives under the brightest sun.
