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Intergalactic conquest with an AI

Rex was an ordinary salaryman, resigned to a dull life of monotony in a towering megacity. But his world shatters when he's conscripted by Nexum Dynamics, a ruthless megacorporation, and thrust into a brutal war for a barren, alien world. The planet holds unimaginable riches, but it’s also swarming with the Krhyssari, an insectoid race that dominates the surface with their hive-mind precision and relentless aggression. Amid the carnage, Rex had an extraordinary encounter with Cleo, an ancient AI, a survivor of a long-extinct civilization. Cleo isn't just an artificial intelligence; she’s a consciousness imbued with memories of her people's interstellar empire and equipped with advanced bio-nanotechnology. Offering Rex a new purpose and unmatched power, she transforms his fragile human body into a hybrid of living metal and flesh, making him the ultimate weapon. But Cleo is more than a tool of war. As she journeys alongside Rex, her cold, logical algorithms evolve, shaped by his humanity. Together, they form a bond that transcends the boundaries of man and machine, discovering love in the midst of chaos. As Rex and Cleo fight for survival, they uncover a shared ambition, to rise as intergalactic overlords, uniting or conquering the galaxy. New chapters everyday at 13 p.m. [GMT+8 time]

Shazorwy · Sci-fi
Not enough ratings
171 Chs

Sabotage (2)

"Alright, everyone, on high alert!" Rex shouted, his voice cutting through the roar of distant explosions. "We're not alone out here."

The soldiers quickly tightened their formation, weapons at the ready. Each one felt the weight of the moment pressing down on them. They weren't just fighting for survival now; they were racing against time, against an enemy that seemed to grow more menacing with every breath.

This battle was far from over. And somewhere out there, hidden in the storm, a new nightmare was waiting to be unleashed.

As Rex and his team pressed forward, the relentless ambushes took their toll. With every kilometer, the squad's numbers dwindled, their faces etched with exhaustion and tension.

Each attack was the same; the Khryssari warriors rained down green bioplasma from above, forcing the humans to take cover. Then, when the Khryssari ran out of ammunition, they charged in, engaging in brutal melee combat.