From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 472 "Pirate Ship" "Wolf's Den" "Interruption"

"Please note, passengers, the terminal is approaching."

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When the reminder broadcast came from the carriage, Chirac Oren, who was sitting in the last row, slowly raised his head, looking extremely tired.

He looked like he had lost his soul, his face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot.

The deep voice in his mind had been haunting him like a nightmare ever since he stepped on the train, constantly issuing threats and warnings.

What’s even more suffocating is that the voice also “instructed” him on how to respond to his parents’ text messages and phone calls in order to cover up his true situation.

While the train was on the move, Chirac learned through the giant mobile phone that his father had received his text message, and he immediately mobilized people to investigate.

However, his father's reply made Chirac feel deeply desperate.

Patrol officers checked on a high school senior named Malul Konko and found his record to be impeccable.

Whether it is academic records, online data, or social background, Marul is the epitome of a "model student."

That guy not only had excellent grades, he was also a well-known figure in the school. Even his classmates and teachers praised him for being enthusiastic and helpful.

What made Chirac feel helpless was that the patrol officers, through surveillance and the assistance of their synthetic partners, accurately locked on and tracked Malul's whereabouts.

But even so, they were unable to take any coercive measures against them and could only give routine verbal warnings.

The reason is simple: Marul did not make any explicit threats or infringes upon Chirac.

This result not only made Chirac unable to convince the police to conduct further investigations, but also made him appear to lack "credibility" in front of his father. Under the surveillance of the voice in his mind, he was unable to provide more evidence to his father, let alone complain.

After all, as long as he mentioned words like "mind" and "threat" to his father, his parents and even his relatives and friends would be in trouble.

His mother called and asked him why he hadn't come home so late.

Chirac had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow the "instructions" of the deep voice, using the excuse of "going to a classmate's house" to get away with it.

As he listened to his mother's obviously concerned advice, he felt tormented by an unprecedented sense of oppression.

His palms holding the phone were already covered in cold sweat, but he didn't dare show anything unusual and could only pretend to be calm and deal with it.

The train slowly stopped at the terminal and when the door opened, Chirac breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his head and looked at the unfamiliar scene outside the window, his mind racing, trying to find a way out of this horrific predicament.

But under the surveillance of that cold voice, the only thing he could do was to get off the car as requested and step into an unknown situation.

The train's final stop is located in the western suburbs of New Argo.

The scene here is completely different from that in the city center. All you can see is "vast" farmland, which stretches neatly into the distance. You can also vaguely see the outlines of several modern livestock farms.

There is no traditional farmer labor in the fields. Instead, there are various fully automated agricultural machinery that operate in an orderly manner in the fields, demonstrating extremely efficient productivity.

The buildings near the platform are not densely packed. Only two huge skyscrapers reaching into the sky are particularly eye-catching. Surrounding them are some residential houses, convenience stores and small and medium-sized shopping malls.

The buildings are designed to be simple and functional, blending harmoniously with the surrounding open natural environment.

Although it is located in the suburbs, it is still full of vitality and prosperity.

The streets are bustling with people, and various life scenes are vividly displayed, while the sky above is filled with shuttles of hovercraft, drawing soft light tracks.

Chirac walked out of the car slowly, his face showing undisguised weariness.

His eyes quickly scanned the area around the platform.

The low voice that threatened him now became quiet and did not continue to issue instructions, but he knew that this calmness was just a disguise.

"Keep going—"

Suddenly a voice sounded, and driven by the other party's oppression, he could only choose to continue to obey.

Following the "command" in his mind, Chirac walked straight through the crowd and left the platform.

His steps seemed steady, but in fact they were somewhat stiff, and his eyes were always alertly observing his surroundings.

After walking for less than five minutes, he arrived at a large parking lot next to the platform.

Everything here is in good order as well, with various types of hovercrafts neatly arranged, and some are undergoing automatic cleaning and maintenance.

He stopped, his heartbeat gradually quickened, and he vaguely felt that what was about to happen was going to be even worse.

"That--the purple hovercraft--go in--"

At this time, the deep voice echoed in my mind again, with an unquestionable tone.

Chirac quickly looked around and soon noticed a dark purple-painted van-type hovercraft in the parking lot ahead.

The vehicle's surface is painted flawlessly and its streamlined design is particularly eye-catching.

Chirac gritted his teeth, weighing over and over in his mind whether he should obey the other party's order.

However, that voice seemed to be able to see through his every thought, and the next second it added coldly:

"Don't try to stall for time—get in!"

Helplessly, he could only obey and walked towards the hovercraft.

The moment we approached——

Swish!

The sliding door on the side facing him opened automatically, revealing the pitch-black interior of the car, like an abyss that swallowed up all the light.

Chirac hesitated for a moment, but finally sat in.

Swish—bang!

The sliding door quickly closed, isolating him from the outside world.

Darkness instantly enveloped the entire carriage. Not a single ray of light could seep in. It was so quiet that the only sounds could be heard: his rapid breathing and the echo of his heartbeat.

Buzz——~!

The low sound of the magnetic levitation engine sounded, and the entire car began to vibrate slowly, and then gradually rose steadily.

At this point, Chirac realized that he had completely lost his way out and was completely on the "pirate ship".

"Huhu."

Chirac's breathing was rapid and heavy, and he could hardly hear his own heartbeat.

He kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, but it was almost ineffective.

No matter how hard he tried, the nervousness still lingered in his chest like a cold wind, making it impossible for him to get rid of this deep uneasiness.

He wanted to take out his cell phone, but he was worried about the voice in his head.

After an unknown amount of time, the engine sound of the hovercraft suddenly changed. It began to slow down and gradually entered a descending state.

Until the sound of "dong, dong" was heard, indicating that the hovercraft had already landed on solid ground or some kind of platform.

Swish!

At this moment, the sliding door of the carriage opened again.

Chirac walked out of the car with his eyes narrowed, looking through the gradually brightening purple light, and immediately felt a strange atmosphere.

The surrounding environment was full of mystery, and the air was filled with pungent perfume, while a purple glow emanated from the surrounding lights, as if everything was shrouded in some unknown energy.

He looked around and found himself standing in a huge warehouse.

There are also a large number of men and women gathered here, swaying and swinging their bodies to the heavy metal rock.

The notes of the electronic synthesizer "explode" in the air from time to time, and the intense rhythm makes it almost impossible to think.

The sound waves penetrated his body, making him feel dizzy and his vision blurred.

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"Hello, newcomer."

Just as Chirac was still adjusting to this sudden environment, a low and teasing voice sounded.

He turned quickly and saw a woman in a plunging evening gown approaching him.

The other person walked gracefully and confidently, with a faint smile on his face, long silver-white hair draped over his shoulders, and his eyes sparkling with an indescribable charm.

And the other person's posture was just right, as elegant and agile as a cheetah, and that innate noble temperament made Chirac a little stunned.

"I didn't expect you to be so difficult to invite." The woman continued, her tone gentle and playful:

"At such a young age, you are so defensive."

The woman's eyes swept over Chirac, as if she was observing his every move, but the smile on her face did not fade.

Chirac stood there, feeling as if he was trapped by an invisible restraint, his heart beating faster and his nerves tense.

"Relax, kid. I just had to use threats and warnings to guide you here, to this real 'big family'."

The woman smiled slightly, her gentle tone revealing an irresistible power.

She slowly raised her hand and gently stroked the top of Sirak's head. The touch made him shudder, not because of comfort, but because of the instinctive resistance to the unknown deep in his heart.

"Join us." She leaned forward slightly, getting closer to Sirak, and her whisper seemed to contain some invisible magic:

"You still have the chance to become the supreme being, the symbol of perfection - to become Astartes."

"It's you?!"

Chirac's pupils suddenly shrank, and his tone was filled with disbelief.

His mind raced, quickly connecting everything in front of him.

The low and majestic voice that once existed in my mind now coincided with the voice of the extremely beautiful and noble woman in front of me.

He took a half step back in disbelief, but resisted the urge to turn around and run, because he knew he had no way to escape.

However, what disturbed him more than the shocking discovery was her words.

The other party not only admitted to "guiding" him, but also tried to seduce him with words such as "supreme" and "symbol of perfection".

Even mentioning that he still had a chance to become an Astartes?

Chirac frowned, a look of contempt appeared on his face, with the stubbornness and disdain unique to young people.

He had heard countless legendary stories about the Astartes since he was a child, and he knew very well how these great warriors had gone through strict screening and transformation to become the guardians of humanity.

The proposal of the woman in front of me sounded ridiculous and false.

Chirac's heart was churning like the sea, and he realized that the situation before him was far more dangerous than he had imagined.

He did not fully understand psychic power, but the fact that the woman in front of him could communicate with him mentally at such a long distance and even have such a strong influence on his thoughts was enough to prove that she was definitely not an ordinary human being.

And this ability to transcend physical distance and directly enter his mind made him involuntarily classify her as a "demon creature".

Women's frivolous behavior is like teasing, which is tantamount to blasphemy against the sanctity of the empire.

Chirac became increasingly aware that there might be a huge conspiracy behind the "invitation" in front of him.

Harvest is the home planet that the Emperor allocated to the Sons of Mankind, but even on that home planet, there are actually "supernatural" threats?

Xilak was only thinking about how to remind the Son of Man and to get rid of the woman in front of him and all the guys gathered here!

It was true that he was rejected, but he knew very well that the qualities that Astartes, no, should be the Emperor's most preferred were loyalty and perseverance!

He would not join the so-called "big family" because of the other party's instigation!

However, just as Chirac was nervously thinking about how to take action, the woman suddenly laughed even more frivolously and provocatively:

"Hahaha~! I love your willpower, kid~!"

There was an inexplicable excitement and satisfaction in her voice, as if she was playing with a prey, and Chirac's "struggle" and "resistance" only brought her more pleasure.

The woman smiled and slowly raised her left hand, with her five fingers spread out like sharp claws, and the next second she tightly grasped Chirac's head.

The power was both cold and irresistible, causing Chirac to feel a sharp pain on his scalp, as if even his bones were wailing.

"I just don't believe it." Her voice was full of teasing and provocation, and her eyes revealed a twisted excitement:

"Can you hold on? And, kid..."

She leaned down slightly, approached Chirac's face, and spoke in a low and bewitching tone:

"Why do you think I went through so much trouble to bring you here? First, it's because I saw your potential and couldn't wait to 'taste' you~! Hahaha!"

The woman suddenly burst into laughter, her laughter was sharp and piercing, as if she was announcing a victory in hunting:

"What a shame! The son of man actually gave up on a 'delicacy' like you! How blind he is!"

Chirac clenched his fists when he heard this. Even though he was restrained and unable to move, the anger in his heart grew more and more intense.

"As for the second reason." The woman's voice suddenly lowered, and her smile gradually turned cold:

"It's to prevent you, a little devil, from disrupting my master's plan. Now, even if I let you go, what can you do? Haha, the outside world is too far away from here, and there's no time left. Do you understand?"

Having said that, she curled the corners of her mouth and pulled Sirak's head hard, forcing him to stand up.

"Come on, follow me, kid." She deliberately prolonged the last syllable of her voice, a chilling intimacy in her voice.

Chirac knew that he could not escape the other party's "playing" no matter what, so he immediately cursed:

"Bastard! Heretic! Your master will definitely be destroyed by the Emperor!"

"Haha." Hearing this, the woman was not angry at all, but rather praised:

"You kid, you're really..."

Bang-bang-bang! !

The woman's words were interrupted by the sudden sound of gunfire.