Wish of a Lazy Otaku

144 144. “The Dark Fate Ahead”

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Mr. Dorelo and Mr. Buffel exchanged glances, both of them shocked to find a third figure in the room.

“Oh, it’s you!” Mr. Dorelo breathed a sigh of relief.

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“So how did you end up here, Mr. Homura!” Mr. Buffel asked, his voice carrying a hint of accusation. He couldn’t help but feel like his lackeys were slacking off again, forgetting to inform him of the unexpected guest.

“Hohoho! No need to be so serious, Buffel my friend!” Mr. Homura laughed, brushing the comment aside and a crafty smile playing on his lips as he spoke of the great news that brought him here.

“Are you sure you want to make the decision now?” Mr. Buffel asked, his mind going back to the words Mr. Homura said as he entered.

“If we’re deciding on the matter regarding the profit share, then we should have Mr. Malcon here with us,” Mr. Dorelo suggested, knowing that the conversation would be regarding their future dealings.

“Hohoho! Of course, of course. We can’t make the decision without all of us present,” Mr. Homura chuckled.

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Mr. Buffel picked up his phone and dialed Mr. Malcon, informing him of the urgent need to move their meeting from its original spot to the secure location at the Neo Human Centre’s headquarters. As the two men arrived at the new destination, they knew they had made the right decision to ensure the utmost safety and privacy of the upcoming discussion.

“Oh, so you’re here for the cake, Mr. Malcom? Let me just check if everyone is ready to take a slice.” Mr. Buffel said with a twinkle in his eye, looking over the four other individuals gathered around the conference table.

“Now, Mr. Bonal Gaye – have you got all the paperwork sorted? I’d like to have this agreement down in writing, rather than just a verbal promise,” he added.

“You bet,” Mr. Bonal Gaye replied. “Everything’s ready and if you need any clarification on the Neo-Humans, just say the word!”

“Let’s leave that aside, and tell me how do you plan on dealing with the Royal Family, as you know before we can proceed with our plan we need to deal with the obstacles that will get in the way of our ambition!” Before anyone delved further into the main issue, Mr. Homura brought up a topic that caused the other four to furrow their brows upon hearing the name ‘Royal Family’.

“What about those useless, fuckin* shitheads, we can deal with them anytime, without any trouble!” Mr. Buffel said with a scowl on his face showing that he had come across them before.

“Mr. Buffel, the real problem is the people behind them who are in the real control of this empire!” Mr. Dorelo said with a scowl, reflecting on the many times he had been vexed in dealing with them.

“Turran Family!” Mr. Homura uttered the name, and the room fell silent.

“Yes, Turran Family! The head of the Turran Family controls the entire military of the Empire, which has seen its fair share of blood and death in battles before. I don’t think they are any pushovers,” Mr. Bonal Gaye said, his piercing gaze fixing on the others.

The projector suddenly flickered on, depicting the image of an old man seated like a true monarch, commanding his troops to vanquish the inferior, Malice Organisms.

“We can’t go against him, unless we have an even greater power!” Mr. Homura declared, a glint in his eye as he pondered the implications of his words.

“Are you suggesting the Neo Humans would have that power?” Mr. Buffel asked, finally understanding what Mr. Homura was hinting at.

“I don’t think that’s a feasible option. You know that me, and Mr. Malcon, both have poured almost all of our liquid assets into those experiments, and now there are only about a hundred Neo Humans ready for use,” Mr. Dorelo sighed, remembering the pain he had to bear when he made that decision and the feeling of total desolation.

However, despite the suggestion being put forth again, Mr. Dorelo swiftly rejected it, not willing to risk it again. Even if the wealth he obtained was earned from the blood and gore of his rivals.

Mr. Malcon, having stayed silent until now, finally spoke up, his voice cutting through the stale air. “It doesn’t look like we will be able to make any progress with this issue at this time, so let’s put it aside for now and focus on the main issue we gathered here for.” His words were met with agreement, and everyone shifted their attention to the task at hand.

Mr. Bonal Gaye looked around at the four of them, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he spoke. “So, we have 116 Neo Humans at our disposal and, according to the agreement, Mr. Dorelo and Mr. Malcon get to keep half of them. The rest will be divided among us three, with two left over for Professor Mollin’s safety. If we want to ramp up the production of Neo Humans and create a private army of sorts, we’ll need to provide the resources Professor Mollin needs.”

He handed each of them a document emblazoned with the NHC logo, detailing the resources they’d need to contribute to the development of more Neo Humans. “Let’s make sure we give Professor Mollin what he needs,” he said with a sinister chuckle, “so we can take over the world.”

Five sinister laughs echoed through the room as the five individuals imagined a cruel utopia – one where they would rule over the empire and continent with an unstoppable army, crushing anyone who stood in their way. Malice Organisms, creatures made of pure darkness, would be unable to penetrate their reign of terror. The five would have no restrictions as rulers and could do whatever they wished.

The group had already started to plot their next moves, but one particular individual had a much darker plan in mind. He wanted to take everything from the people sitting across the table – everything, even their lives. No one was sure what he had planned, but the room suddenly filled with a dark and sinister tension, making the others uneasy.

What sinister fate awaited them all?

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