Mindless Beasts

Sly didn’t know that the grotesque mask he sported was a hot ticket item on the interstellar black market.

It was a rare and limited edition being sold for in the millions because there was no need for plastic surgery and its cosmetic effect lasted up to eight hours max.

Khaldun strolled through the crowded streets of a market place filled with fresh spiritual fruits and spiritual vegetables on display.

Simply fascinating, if Khaldun was walking so fast Sly would have stopped to examine the auras of the food, some of those items had rare colors making them over thousands of years old.

Along with hawkers and vendors selling specialized street food and various spiritual paraphernalia.

Had Sly unknowingly walked into some kind of portal or pocket dimension?

"Khaldun, what is this place?"

"This is just one of the various underground hotspots maintained in case of a threat to the Ephedra empire; small cities like this were built to provide emergency shelter for the elite. They ensured that resources like food, water and livestock were replenishable by using large amounts of stored spiritual energy to make it thrive. Since we have been at peace for centuries now the elite have abandoned the underground and the criminal and common citizens have taken over."

It was evident to Sly that this underground ran by its own rules.

Sly had yet to see a single police booth or even a security guard patrolling the area.

This was a world filled with excitement and side hustling for many entrepreneurs so how did they maintain the peace and social order?

The fact that Khaldun regularly frequented this underground city meant he wasn’t the only one.

Did other elites frequently wear masks to visit the underground city not just to eat and drink the divine smelling food but to pursue the nightlife, maybe gambling and other seedier activities.

As if to confirm his thoughts a scantily dressed female in her mid twenties approached them.

She smelt unwashed as if she had just crawled out of another man’s bed and her musky perfume was stale.

It was clear she did her makeup skillfully to look much younger than her real age but the hardship showed in the creases around her eyes and the blank look she gave.

Khaldun shooed her away like an annoying fly not interested in her body so she tried another tactic.

She whipped out of her pocket a small clear plastic bag with what appeared to be green dust.

"Just a sniff of this jade dust and all your wildest dreams can come true."

"Not interested in your body or your drugs, just go away before I make you disappear," snarled Khaldun.

Even though Khaldun didn’t use his pheromones his Royal Alpha oppressive aura was just as overpoweringly threatening.

So much that the lady trembled with fright then ran in the opposite direction as fast as her two legs could carry her.

After getting rid of the drug pushing prostitute without much difficulty Khaldun continued walking through the bustling streets without a care in the world.

No one else dear approached but occasionally shouts would be directed their way.

"Looking for a threesome? Choose from our delectable buffet of nude beauties."

"Low on stamina, buy the blue pills, we sell the best quality drugs at reduced prices, if we don’t have it we’ll source it for you, at a low, low cost."

"Spirit energy fused mecha parts are now available at half off, buy them while stocks last."

"Used panties for sale, buy two get one free!"

Still pushing aside these obscene sales pitches Sly could appreciate the melting pot of cultures.

There were honest sellers conducting legit business all around you just needed to have some street smarts to avoid the scammers.

So many people from different backgrounds living together and sharing customs made for a pretty flamboyant world.

It just meant they had to be careful, not that Sly was worried he carried nothing of value besides his organs, so he didn’t have to worry about pickpockets or thieves.

"Understood, since you’re in a better frame of mind now, can you tell me what happened after we separated?"

"Nothing to worry about, just had a little discussion with Verde where we sorted out our arrangements by using our fists," replied Khaldun sheepishly.

"Are you crazy! Verde is a Senior and A+ tier alpha sentinel and you, a first year student, thought Verde would be easy to defeat in a one to one challenge, insane!" Sly exclaimed. After calming down, Sly still didn’t get it so he asked, "okay..you fought with Verde, but why?"

Khaldun shrugged, "we just can’t coexist peacefully. So after a modest fight. It was decided Verde would be in charge of morning sessions where he trains you to defend and attack using your spiritual plant. While I would have your evening sessions where I would strengthen and train your physical body with different combat techniques. Which is the reason for heading towards a private gym because you have a small amount of time to get ready for the upcoming trials."

Of course no one bothered to seek out or ask Sly his opinion on the matter; instead they both went ahead and decided on his behalf this what irritated him the most about alphas.

Just when Sly was about to ask Khaldun, are we there yet?

Khaldun suddenly turned off the main street, turning down a narrow lane that Sly would never have noticed because it was almost covered up by vendors displaying clothes and wares.

This lane was devoid of passengers and there were hardly any street lamps.

Those that remained were barely working and one or two looked broken like the bulbs were deliberately stolen.

Every now and again the light flickered and Sly did not like what he could see.

Garbage littered the street and Sly wondered if he just stepped in some shit.

Pipes occasionally let out sewage water and the smell was horrible.

Eventually he smelled nothing which made Sly worry that he just lost his sense of smell.

Finally at the end of the lane they came to a metallic door Khaldun put his hand in front of a sensor and after reading his plan the sounds of several thick locks unlatched were heard before the metallic door finally slid open.

Barbaric noises and bright lights greeted them, sudden shouts of "beat that dumb fuck to the floor," followed by loud horrible thumping sounds.

More hoarse shouts, the smell of sweat mixed in with blood plus a crashing sound and some teeth, blood and used dentures landed at Sly’s feet.

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