Fun and deadly, huh... Black thought, clenching his hands on the chair.
"Well, if that's all, I may leave you guys — we'll talk more about it once we land."
"And if you're bored, we have quite a few things that could entertain you," General Nyton said. As he spoke, four floating digital screens appeared in front of the Bringers.
"You could watch movies there or play games," General Nyton said, smiling.
"A digital screen? What does this do, mister?" Meat asked, curious.
He put his hands out and clicked the screen. "There's a bunch of options..." Meat said, looking carefully at his screen.
"I'm quite surprised you guys don't know this," General Nyton said, his face shocked. He raised his forearms, looked at his wrist, and clicked a few things — then a movie started playing in front of Meat.
"Wow... I've never guessed this thing existed..." Meat said.
"We're from the wasteland, so it's not really familiar to us," Black replied.
"I thought you would know, since our territory is well known for prioritizing practical use over entertainment," Black said, spreading his arms and pulling them back.
"I see — it looks like we didn't do proper research then..."
"Practical use? Is that why the cyberpunks have the highest technology?" General Nyton said, with a hint of sarcasm.
Is he trying to provoke me?... Black thought, remaining silent.
Silent looked directly at General Nyton, then at White — who was busy clicking his digital screen. As White clicked something, a loud sexual video blared out.
"Ahhhh~"
"Harder...~!"
Shit!
He quickly shut down the digital screen. White panicked, trying to stay calm. When he looked around, Silent and Black were completely silent.
"Woah, brother — is that porn?" Meat asked.
"No, it's not. Mind your business," White replied seriously, standing up.
"Awh," Meat said, looking disappointed.
I thought porn only existed in magazines... Meat thought, slouching back.
As White stood up, he relaxed his posture and started speaking eye to eye with General Nyton.
"Just because the cyberpunks have the highest technology used in the wasteland doesn't mean we're behind. We just use what we have properly — we have a quite massive territory and people to support and feed, unlike those clankers," White replied.
"Woah, brother — you're really good with your words!" Meat said, cheering.
He's quite good with his words, General Nyton thought.
"As expected — Anon really doesn't disappoint with his pick," General Nyton smiled.
He stepped back. "I apologize for the wrong choice of words. I'll leave you to rest now," General Nyton said. As he left, eight women appeared from the same entrance the Bringers had come through.
All of them wore seductive clothes that barely covered their bodies — plump breasts you could clearly see, hips that took your breath away, and makeup with a seductive look.
White, Black, and Meat looked at them, while Silent still had his eyes closed.
Hours passed, and the transportation finally took off.
Silent opened his eyes. He looked at Black, whose eyes had just opened.
"It looks like we're here," Black said.
Meat and White began to wake up, stretching their arms.
"Ah... We're here, brother?" Meat asked.
"Yeah, it seems so — Silent felt it," White replied.
General Nyton came through the door, and his eyes widened as he saw the eight women from earlier — all passed out, their bodies stacked against each other.
"We're not interested in women," Black replied.
"We just put them to sleep, don't worry," White said.
Are these guys homosexuals?... General Nyton thought. "I see, then — are you guys ready?" he asked.
"Hm... I'm quite hungry," Meat said, tapping his stomach.
General Nyton smiled. "Don't worry — we'll eat after we land."
"Thank you, mister!" Meat said, standing up straight and bumping his head on the roof before bowing down.
"We're all ready," Black said, standing up.
"You should put on your mask, White — we don't want girls going crazy over us," White said, putting on his white mask.
Meat nodded.
Come to think of it — only these two have had their faces revealed. Black covers his face completely, and this one covers his lower face. Is that their gimmick? General Nyton thought. As the transportation gate opened, they were met by the sun.
"Woah..." Meat said, lowering his head and covering it with his massive arm.
"You're not quite used to this, huh?" White asked.
"It's obvious — we're born in the Wasteland," Black replied.
As they stepped outside, they stood on wastelands of sand.
"Welcome to the desert land — The Sun-Scorched!" General Nyton raised his hands as the Bringers looked around. What they saw were buildings made from clay, wood, and barely any metal. The people around them were all busy carrying a muscular creature with three bumps on its back.
"Normally, people here would wear cloth over their faces, but right now the sands are quite calm," General Nyton said.
"And I don't think you guys need it — the four of you probably won't be affected, thanks to your masks," he said, smiling.
"Mister, may I ask what's special about this place? It doesn't look like a good place to do business, since you mentioned the sands are normally quite aggressive," Meat asked.
"Wow, you're getting good with your words, Meat!" White said, slapping Meat on the back.
"Hehe, thank you," Meat replied.
"That's a good question. This place is known as the land of trades — most people here are either merchants or travelers, so it's a good place to find sponsors," General Nyton said.
"Sponsor?" Black asked.
"Hm — sponsors are people who'll support you through the game so you can keep going. After all, violence doesn't win everything. You need money and influence," General Nyton said. As they continued to discuss, Silent was at the back — suddenly, he was bumped by a group of people wearing strange masks, or rather face paint, along with odd clothes and accessories.
"I apologize, sir," a man said, bowing and taking off his Black top hat. He wore colorful clothes with multiple lines of different colors.
Silent nodded at them and continued following General Nyton. In an instant, he raised his hand and grabbed something mid-air, right across his neck.
He looked at it — an insect. When he looked back, the men from earlier had vanished.