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“YEAH?!” I blurted shamefully, having forgotten I was surrounded by a crowd of women.

Sadys said, “Would it be too much to ask, my king, that we — I should say you — release Lieutenant Dyna from the stockade in time for dinner?”

“Tomorrow? Sure. That’s more than 24 hours — I mean 25 hours — from now. So, yeah. That’s fine.”

“I meant tonight.”

“Tonight?!” I snorted, forgetting about the Syx video once I realized what Colonel Sadys was suggesting. “Dinner tonight is in what, two or three hours?”

Sergeant Imi, who had been standing here quietly the entire time with her kitchen staff said, “I start serving in three hours.”

“Thanks, Sergeant,” I nodded.

Colonel Sadys said, “So, three hours, my king?”

“Uh uh.” I shook my head. “No special treatment for Lieutenant Dyna. Don’t let her out before 25 hours. Understood?”

“The other officers won’t like it, my king.”

“Meaning you,” I snarked. “No, Colonel. My order stands.”

Sadys forced a smile, “25 hours, my king. Per your orders.”

“Not a minute sooner,” I warned.

“Your wish is my command.” Sadys spun on her heel and marched out of the Mess Hall by herself.

My eyes lunged back to the Syx sex video. Her tail was still thrusting under the covers with slow, sensual purpose.

Captain Theia cleared her throat ever so gently.

I realized how quickly I had forgotten I had an audience.

Of almost 70 women, if you counted Theia, my “orgy” of Shock Knights, Horna, and Sergeant Imi with her kitchen staff.

I said guiltily, “Am I the only one who wants to watch this?”

One of Imi’s staff, a Monster babe with gem-red hair and mint green skin said innocently, “I’ll watch.”

And so we did.

For two seconds before I felt Captain Theia’s eyes burning a hole in my skull.

“This is wrong,” I said, remembering what Theia had said about me being a good man. “It’s Syx’s private video. We shouldn’t be watching. Please turn it off, Hydra.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Hydra gasped, her holographic cheeks flushing bright red like she’d been watching too.

“Turn it off, Hydra,” I said firmly.

“Why should I?”

“Because I’m asking nicely for the sake of Corporal Syx? This isn’t about me, Hydra. It’s about her right to privacy.”

“Fine.” Hydra’s face soured and she stuck out her tongue in disgust. “I’ll watch it later by myself.”

Blip!

In a blink, Hydra’s floating 3D head and every floating window disappeared with her.

When I looked around, nobody wanted to make eye contact with anybody. Some of the women were clearly squirming where they stood. I was too.

I said, “Anybody need to use the restroom? I sure do.”

Several women gasped agreeably.

I hurried out of there so I could go take care of business in private. The personal business straining in my uniform slacks.

By myself, sadly.

The gaspers went who knew where to do who knew what, alone, together in pairs, in threesomes, foursomes, you name it.

But I wasn’t there to see it.

I’d have to imagine it.

And imagine I did… to the memory of the sexy soundtrack of Corporal Syx moaning my name over and over and over again.

Yes, Tim!

Yes!

Yes, yes, yes!

Was I thinking about spies or assassins scheming to kill me while I took care of business?

Not for a second.

—: Chapter 62 :—

Pandemon.

A brutal battle was underway.

Two cybernoid gladiatorial teams — the Aughts and Naughts — were pitted against each other in a vicious death match. At the start of every match, each army consisted of 1,000 warriors.

The power armor of the Aughts was digitally trimmed in white.

The power armor of the Naughts was similarly trimmed in black.

Continuous bolt fire and explosive mechanized violence boomed and echoed across the battle space inside Pandemon’s infamous Kill CUBE — the Cybernetic Unlife Battle Enclosure.

Hade and Boltus Maximus were doing a little creator-creation bonding before Hade returned to the Zalaxian System of Planets to attack Zalaxia and kill the pretender king. Watching this deadly spectacle before that momentous adventure was the perfect distraction for Hade. Death and destruction had always been the favorite sport of Hade and Boltus. They enjoyed nothing more than going to Kill CUBE to watch the Aughts and Naughts murder each other.

“Look at that one go!” Boltus clanged, pointing with his mechanized fist.

A heavily armored Naught warrior with a rolling gun strapped to his back streaked across the expansive battle space while strafing three unwitting Aught gladiators flying below him. The Naught’s roller spat a hail of blaster bolts in a buzzsaw roar that quickly shredded the three Aughts into nothingness.

BRAAAAAAP!

“KILL THEM!” Hade cheered and kicked his titanium hooves enthusiastically. Seconds later, yet another group of airborne combatants clashed in a brilliant display of precise violence. Again Hade cheered, laughing gleefully. “DIE, DIE, DIE!”

“That’s the spirit,” clanked Boltus Maximus beside his creation. Every time one cybernoid warrior destroyed another, Boltus revved his engines raucously or rolled back and forth on his centank treads to show his approval.

The Aught and Naught armies were comprised of a variety of specialized cybernoid, centanoid, or centank gladiators. Weaponry for both teams ran the gamut:

Bolt rifles and cannons, from handheld to large-bore artillery mounted on plasma drive-equipped mobile platforms.

Ballistic slug-throwing rifles and cannons of every caliber.

Ultrasonic blasters.

Grenade launchers.

Rocket launchers.

Plasma swords, axes, hammers, maces, spears, halberds.

Hydrocarbon-powered chainsaws and impact hammers, the louder the better.

Portable high-speed grinders, drills, cutters, and saws of every possible design.

Flame throwers and high-pressure Super Solvent sprayers.

And that was just a quick overview. If you could dream up a weapon, the Unliving Weapon Smiths of Pandemon had already built it and battled-tested it a million years ago.

It was no surprise that every Kill CUBE death match was nonstop combat.

In addition to the armored cybernoid gladiators, also careening through the air in the massive battle space were hundreds of white, black, or gray Battle Cubes. The Battle Cubes ranged in size from a single cubic meter to cubes with edges 100 meters on a side. Every cube had an Artificial Gravity Generator centered inside it. This created a chaotic constellation of spinning and tumbling metal cubes that were as deadly as the combatants.

Every Aught and Naught warrior had plasma