061, Space Necro: Bloody 100 Days (Medium)

[In the second week, vast expanses of crops appeared to enter their pollination phase.]

[With a smile on your face, you stood among clusters of blooming yellow flowers, gazing off into the distance.]

[You watched countless bee-sized mechanical creations emerge from the bellies of massive machines.]

[Like tireless workers, they flitted back and forth across the wide fields, collecting and pollinating without rest, day or night.]

[Satisfied, you were about to turn and leave, but unexpectedly, Zoya came looking for you.]

[You received your reward for becoming a teacher.]

[Carefully, you started learning how to drive a hover bike.]

[You always seemed to struggle with controlling the bike's direction, often veering into the crops, sending petals and pollen flying everywhere.]

[With a yellow flower tucked behind her ear, Zoya would occasionally laugh uncontrollably.]

[She teased you, saying your clumsy riding looked like that of a silly, bumbling sprite.]

[It reminded her of a bedtime story her grandfather, Veder, used to tell her as a child, about a sprite who dreamed of becoming a great inventor.]

[You clambered up from the crushed flowers, awkwardly brushing off the pollen stuck to you.]

[You heard Zoya's laughter.]

[But instead of getting angry, you intentionally mimicked the sprite's bouncy, clumsy walk.]

[Your imitation was so vivid, you looked like a mischievous giant teasing the sprites.]

[Zoya's laughter grew even more joyful, and you couldn't help but smile even more brightly.]

[By the third week, the pollinated crops, in just a few days and nights, entered their rapid fruiting phase and were nearing maturity.]

[You finished your assigned patrol and lay down on the roof of the factory to rest.]

[Meanwhile, you waited for the dinner that Zoya was carefully preparing.]

[Suddenly, you frowned, your gaze fixed on the night sky, where two brilliant vortices had just appeared among the stars.]

[Feeling uneasy, you climbed down from the roof.]

[You found the old man Veder, who was repairing a machine, and shared your worries.]

[The muscular Veder paused his work.]

[He glanced at you, rolling his eyes in disbelief.]

["It's just a supernova from the ancient Karakur twin stars reaching the end of their life... Kid, I don't mind if you want to woo my granddaughter, but you should still listen to the Empire's broadcasts on time…"]

[Veder teased you a bit, thinking you were overreacting.]

[But you ignored the old man's mockery.]

[You took a deep breath.]

[Perhaps to ease the embarrassment on your face, or maybe to suppress the unease gnawing at your heart.]

[During dinner, you seemed distracted.]

[Your behavior apparently irritated the quick-tempered Zoya.]

[With your mind weighed down by worries, you didn't bother trying to cheer her up.]

[Avoiding the upset Zoya, you sought out Veder once again.]

[You asked him if his household had any weapons stored.]

[Veder hesitated, then moved his mechanical limb to pull out an old laser gun and two fragmentation grenades from under his bed.]

[Excited, you tucked the grenades into your coat.]

[Clutching the laser gun, you felt a sense of comfort wash over you.]

[You returned to your own bed.]

[Instinctively, you muttered a prayer to the Emperor and closed your eyes with a sense of peace.]

[It felt as though you were slipping into a dream from which you couldn't wake.]

[Groggily, you opened your eyes.]

[Your thoughts seemed sluggish, likely from the dream.]

[To your shock, you found yourself sitting at a strange, enormous table.]

[Looking around, the table was covered in thick dust, with plates filled with unknown ash and grime.]

[Even more horrifying, scattered among the ash and dust were chunks of blood-red flesh, resembling human limbs.]

[Your expression went blank as you kept turning your head, scanning the bizarre and grotesque scene before you.]

[Around the table stood tall figures draped in ancient furs, their faces seemingly hidden behind metallic skull masks. They kept grabbing the flesh, trying to stuff it into their opening and closing mouths.]

[Yet the flesh couldn't enter their non-existent stomachs.]

[Piece by piece, the flesh passed through their hollow metallic chests, falling straight to the blood-stained floor.]

[At the same time, you noticed a well-dressed, vacant-eyed middle-aged man sitting in a corner of the table.]

[He seemed utterly paralyzed by the terrifying sights before him.]

[White foam dripped from his mouth and nose, and from deep within his throat came the occasional incoherent mumbling.]

[Everything you saw felt so real.]

[You couldn't tell where the dream ended and reality began.]

[You struggled to think through the fog in your mind, desperate to wake up and escape this terrifying banquet.]

[But to your horror, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't break free from the invisible chains holding you down.]

[Suddenly, the light before you dimmed.]

[A metallic hand closed tightly around your throat.]

[You strained to look, only to see a terrifying figure draped in blood-red fur staring directly at you.]

[You wanted to detonate the fragmentation grenades hidden in your coat, but found you couldn't resist.]

[In that instant, a harsh, grating voice, like metal scraping against metal, pierced your ears and rattled your nerves.]

["The Menak Dynasty... returns... the banquet of flesh... unnecessary... an intruder..." the terrifying figure murmured, the cold, cryptic words tinged with confusion.]

[Your consciousness began to blur.]

[You struggled to breathe.]

[You were on the brink of death.]

[Suddenly, you jolted awake in bed.]

[Drenched in sweat, a terrified scream that had been trapped inside finally escaped your throat.]

[You cautiously opened your eyes.]

[Standing before you was Veder, his face full of concern, and from Zoya's room came her anxious inquiries.]

[You heaved a sigh of relief.]

[After a moment of quiet reflection, you got up and approached Veder.]

[With a sincere expression, you urged him, telling him that you had received a revelation from the Emperor.]

[An unknown and terrifying crisis was about to befall this planet.]

[The three of you had to leave immediately—]

[The sooner, the better. The farther, the better.]

[Veder furrowed his brow and stared into your eyes, his expression fluctuating with uncertainty.]

[The old man was silent for a long time before finally clenching his teeth and making a decision.]

["Zoya! Plan A!" Veder shouted toward the room.]

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