Although I am seen as a rookie with my current status in the army. I knew how to fight pretty well since I grew up with groups of bullies bullying me for the shade of my eyes. The whereabouts of the bullies are unknown, but I have downloaded a ton of data on them to know that they were once soldiers in the highest-ranking order. A rank where the possibility of leading a regiment of 20 to 5,000 was extremely high and accessible - searching their data files took long enough because of their status. But I'm Zoomchard, the once smartest juvenile in secondary school.

The stairs were stiff and tough as I struggled to lift over the steep steps that I will never understand why they were created this way. I packed the two previous bodies into a storage box to avoid alerting all scouting soldiers above. Eventually, I reached the 93rd floor, assassinating 15 Scouters along the way; one nearly was quick enough to alert my presence but luck was on my side at that moment.

"What a hot bitch you are." A male voice creepily snickered on the floor that I was about to approach. Curious, I checked the surroundings and saw a chubby, hunched over soldier licking their fat grey lips that dripped onto a trapped female robot with a curvy structure to her look in the middle of the room filled with the computer screens. The female robot screamed and struggled to no avail as nobody on higher levels came to help.

"I have waited so long to get a taste of you~"

"Get off me, you disgusting bastard!"

Looking at my surroundings, I noticed this was the top floor and the sides were plastered with gaping windows shadowed by floating screens with rectangle keyboards that showcased the outer barrier of the planet I lived in. I could see the space and its sparkling stars chirping away in the soundless void where a planet has a multicoloured green turf brushing over the blue waves that both clashed with the sprinkles of the white splash that arrived upon the horizon. It was Earth, a planet oddly similar to my planet, but my planet was more grey and only recently started experiencing the greenish nature of grass even though our planet was trillions of years older than Earth.

"You've made me thirsty! The appearance of your beauty, your body, your wonderful eyes! The body of an angel; it will make any man crazy!" The male soldier giggled in a deranged manner as his hands began to drive down the female soldier's body.

Oh, I was distracted…

Rehearsing the situation once again, I got a grip of it and transformed my hand into a combat pistol influenced by the creation of the human gun "Glock" and fired a few rounds towards the oppressor. The man jolted upwards after twitching from being hit to directly make eye contact with me - anger and fear were caught raging through his eyes as his last breath occurred for the last time. Proceeding with my next move without thinking of the guy I murdered, I swiped my gun over to the female and aimed at her with the intent of saving myself just in case.

But something was off, the female seemed rather calm after seeing her molester get killed right in front of her. She had a diamond-shaped head and was black coloured except for her white face sawed off by the edges of the smoothly shaped helmet that was clipped all around her head. Horns were the first thing I noticed about this female, they were black and reached one foot high with a menacing shape to them. She glanced at me with eyes that seemed to have no excitement in them and were just dead and sighed before sitting herself upwards to have her back facing me.

"There was no need for that. I could have killed him myself." The female robot exhaled disappointingly as she used the dead soldier as leverage to pull herself up onto her feet.

"A thank you would be appreciated?" I replied, waving my gun around with an offended expression.

"Ah, right, thanks...for ruining my plans." The female said with a bored tone while shifting her eyes over to my physique.

"Ah, right, no problem, you short bitch. How did you even get involved with that shitty army?" I asked with an angered tone. I had to say it, someone finally was an inch shorter than me for once. It felt amazing calling someone else a short bitch.

"Oh, Tretse? Don't worry, even though my eyes are yellow. I'm not part of their identity." She answered with that dead, obnoxious tone of hers.

"Then who's identity are you part of?" I asked, mocking her tone. Within a split second, everything including me was floating in the air, glued to the roof - scared, I desperately fought back with this unknown source that was winning in restricting my movements while a strange sensation was beginning to rapture the inside areas of my mind.

"That is something I am not allowed to say for the fear of the recognition of our organisation." Her voice echoed a deafening screech inside my mind as she pronounced her sentence, my vision was becoming blurry so much that a red box screaming words in big fonts "Error" blocked my view in front of me as the error box started spamming into all the missing gaps of areas where I could only see a tiny bit of what was happening.

A secretive organisation…?

She seemed to have powers…

Powers…? What organisation is known for having powers…?

"The Pariah Society Organisation…" were the last words I could say before everything went completely black.

It felt like an endless loop of blackness, something much different from the dreams I watch play in front of me. My body was numb and it was just gliding across the void where no wind pushed through, it was like I was just a lump of metal. A very useless piece of metal, a metal that has no meaning to its creation. It was empty, my thoughts were empty, my body was empty, the reflected small juvenile body of mine hovered right next to me. I looked so pale, the wrapping of my skin was rotting away and some of it was gradually peeling off like soft slices.

"You broke our promise, Zoomchard…" the young voice of mine echoed around the space, "You used me, you controlled me, you manipulated me, you tricked me." My reflection added on with a voice that didn't sound animated at all.

I couldn't say anything, there was an invisible force stopping me from asking this reflection of mine on what it was saying. But all I could do was watch myself rot away with no simple reaction to its disappearing body. I was speechless.

"What's the purpose, Zoomchard? Why are you lying? Do you not remember our memories?" It went on as parts of its body shattered and blew into many pieces of glitching particles, "You are tricking us all." The voice said again, but this time it was glitching out rather than echoing loudly. The glitched voice that stretched out into a stubborn thin line instantly erupted in my eardrums as it carried on repeating the phrase, "You are tricking us all."

Suddenly, I awoke to a familiar atmosphere, it was quiet, only a few things interrupted the peace. I glanced over to the dead molester and saw a glimpse of the female robot tapping away on a screen that had a line of light reaching inside her right forearm. The first idea that came to mind was to transform my hand into any weapon that was damaging enough.

"You won't be able to equip your weapon. I disabled the wiring that processes the guns you desire." The female interrupted me, after what seemed like typing out the last words, she faced me with an expression of suspicion as she slowly approached me.

"Nice to meet you. I will formally introduce myself as Rey." Rey smiled, forcing a handshake out of me.

"What is the reason?" I asked, feeling confused about what was happening.

"The reason? It's because you know about our secret organisation, of course!"

Huh….?