The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

The walk to the stairs was a bit eerie, like the calm before a storm. Unlike the cramped jet and what he saw from up there, the stairs were wide enough for about 20 people to walk side by side.

But that wasn't the eerie part.

Kaisen was merrily hopping down the steps, eyes glued to Kara's succulent ass cheeks swaying like a metronome, when he noticed the appearance of... soldiers, he supposed.

They stood at attention like statues, making the atmosphere feel like the opening scene of a dystopian sci-fi movie.

At both ends of each step, whenever he set foot on it, two soldiers in all-white armor suddenly appeared, like ghosts popping out of a magician's hat.

It's not that they magically spawned from nowhere; they were there all along, only becoming visible when he stepped onto the same stone as they were.

None of them bothered to tilt their heads or give him a once-over; they just stared straight ahead, clutching what looked like an assault rifle with a blade stuck on the end, like a Swiss Army knife on steroids.

'Damn, I've heard about camouflage and stuff, and I've seen that on a jet now, but on people? That's something new...'

He was right. But he also knew they could've stayed hidden if they wanted to.

This was a power showcase, a flashy display so that anyone walking through to the city knew there were shadowy killers lurking around who could blow you to bits if you even thought about doing something crazy.

"All of them are robots, straight from the ranks of the Authority's top lethal creed... without any emotions or sense of sentiment. Their only purpose in life is to kill anyone that dares to threaten the peace of Olympus."

Kara said matter-of-factly, not even bothering to look back at him. Kaisen's gaze lingered on her back for a second before shifting his attention back to the robots.

"I've heard the Authority uses them as security guards and assassins. Cold-blooded and merciless, Authority's best and deadliest creations."

Kaisen added, eyeing them warily. It was like being stared down by a row of impeccably dressed mannequins in a store window, only these mannequins had a serious case of "don't mess with me."

The thought of these robotic enforcers pouncing on anyone who so much as muttered, "I'm gonna destroy this place," was unnerving. They were like the Terminator with a chip on its shoulder—no brains, all brawn.

For Kayden to possess them was an impressive feat. For the first time, Kaisen was genuinely impressed with whatever Kayden was up to here.

The jet and the castle had already dropped his jaw to the floor, but in the midst of admiring the scenery, Kaisen had temporarily forgotten about Kayden.

Now, seeing these cold-blooded killers standing there, right on the edge of the steps, it was like witnessing a parade of statues that could turn into a deadly symphony of chaos with a mere breeze.

They stood firm, as if they had been chiseled from the very rocks of Olympus.

'Some people can create something as powerful as this, give it one command, and it would be enough to wipe out the entire human race like a rogue tornado demolishing a house of cards.'

"Do you know what they're called...?"

Kara slowed down and tilted her head, side-eyeing him like a cat sizing up a mouse. Kaisen caught up and matched her pace, his curiosity piqued.

"Of course, who wouldn't know them? Their name was like a neon sign flashing danger sign back on the streets..."

He glanced at her, then paused dramatically.

"A sign that said death is near. Their name was practically rebranded by people like me, who screamed at their sight, 'Run! Murderbots are here, God bless us!'"

...

"Holy molly! This is a city!"

Kaisen exclaimed as the wind aggressively tousled his hair, as if trying to give him a bad haircut.

He stood at a small cutout in the angular wall that acted as the entrance and exit, with Kara next to him, both being bombarded by the gusts.

"Yep, it's a self-sustaining city. All the rebels are here, and with a defense system that would make even the most ambitious hacker of Authority break into a sweat, this baby is impregnable."

Kara said, striding forward as more and more Murderbots were stationed around the perimeter. None of them moved a muscle, like statues in a grim art gallery, their guns poised and ready in their own little realm of impending doom.

"All of them have their commands to stay put, or else we'd have been toast faster than you can say 'Golden City,' even before we had a chance to admire the view. Come on, let's head straight to the palace."

Kara said, making her way to a hover bike parked a few meters from the entrance. The area was a vast circular ground, surrounded by smaller walls and sporting another exit, like a fort with an extra gate just for variety.

In the distance, Kaisen could see the rise and fall of buildings through the entrance, and a large angular structure at the far end that looked like it could win a "Most Intimidating Building" contest.

"Is that...?"

Kaisen started, squinting at the formidable silhouette.

"Hmmm? Oh yeah, that's the Golden Palace. Where your brother and his direct subordinates hang their hats. All the planning for this rebellion, and every strategy you can think of, gets cooked up in that towering fortress. So, come on, I'm practically bursting to see your family reunion."

Kara giggled and hopped onto the hover bike with a pose so seductive it could have been a cover for a sci-fi calendar.

Kaisen looked at the bike, which resembled a motorbike that had taken a beauty-enhancement course. It was a sleek, one-seater with a sidecar attachment that made it look like it could handle any amount of rebellion-induced chaos.

The thing was shiny, new, and the engine looked like it was built to last until the next millennium.

'Man, the people here are really living their life in luxury, aren't they?'

Kaisen sighed and hopped into the sidecar, plopping down comfortably as if he were a kid taking a joyride on Mom's new bike. He looked like a kid who had just been given the front seat on a roller coaster.

"Are you ready, my sweet little baby? Mommy's gonna take you to Daddy's house, and we'll see how the two of you can fuck like rabbits while Mommy looks on."

Kara purred, her voice dripping with a playful tease.

"One day, Kara. One day, I'm gonna make you scream my name so loud that you'll be begging me to stop, with your balls in a twist."

"Haha! That's cute. But right now, you should focus on your brother and all that serious business. Don't worry, there will be plenty of time for you and me to make our own fun."

"Don't think I'll forget about this."

Kaisen growled, eyes narrowing like a cat ready to pounce.

"Oh, baby, I'll never forget about this."

Kara said with a mocking smile, pressing the start button. The engine roared to life, a sound like a beast waking from a nap, and the bike jolted forward.

It wobbled at first, like a drunk uncle at a family wedding, but once the wheels left the ground, it smoothed out into a glide as effortless as a lover's caress.