In This Kind of Organization, Defying the Hierarchy Means Getting Your Skull Cracked. (3)
So, what exactly happened to make the users freak out like that?
The details went something like this...
Our protagonist, Benya the mad scientist, heard that his orders had been defied with an act of insubordination.
Grinning from ear to ear—though his eyes weren't smiling at all—he launched a full-scale purge.
Through his second command, he summoned Darven Ancio and his cronies, who were lounging in the VIP facilities at Heisenberg Spaceport, to the branch office inside the city.
On the surface, it looked like he was buckling under pressure and offering "negotiations," lulling the gang into a false sense of security as he had them wait in the branch's VIP room.
At the same time, he called the gang's leader, Captain Ancio, into a separate room, pretending to have a close, serious talk.
But the moment Ancio—convinced he'd seized control of this branch, hell, the whole damn planet—plopped down arrogantly on the sofa in Benya's room, puffed up with hubris...
Stab!
"Wha? Huh? Guh?! Gurggh!!!"
"I did say they were slated for purge anyway, and I'd use them however I wanted, right?"
Syringes hidden in the sofa cushions pierced him, injecting their contents at blinding speed.
In an instant, every muscle in his body went limp; he was paralyzed, unable to twitch.
Users watching Benya's live stream from his perspective were still like...
Chattering away in their own ways about how Benya would deal with the rebel scum known as Captain Ancio.
Betting pools on whether Captain Ancio would survive or not.
While Benya wasn't looking, the gallery was flooded with "rebel scum execution" posts—users treated it as standard clickbait, predicting based on past ones.
But here's the thing: those reactions soon turned to collective horror at what Benya did next.
Why? Well...
Benya approached the paralyzed Captain Ancio, who couldn't even open his mouth.
From his robotic arm, he pulled out another small syringe filled with mysterious pink fluid.
"Guh, grrr?!"
"Here comes the sting~"
Plunge!
No air bubble check—he jammed it straight into the neck and injected.
Ancio thrashed like he'd been stung by a hornet.
Users figured that was par for the course, like other executions they'd seen.
But less than a minute into the convulsions...
Gurgle... splurt.
"Oogh?! Ack! Ooogh! Nnghoook!"
The sofa seat warped like a basin as something gooey oozed out of Ancio in real time.
Users watched the rebel meet one of the most gruesome ends ever—speechless, jaws dropped.
But if that was it, they wouldn't have been shocked enough to scream "holy crap."
Mechanical arms cleared the sofa, Ancio's former body, and the mystery goo into the wall.
The feed switched to Ancio's 20-odd cronies (cruiser officers, marines, supply officers) in the VIP room, chatting over snacks and drinks.
"Drug worked great, Squishy. Handle those yourself—subdue and force-feed 'em."
Gurgle... squelch!
"Huh? Hey, didn't the wall just move?"
"What're you on about."
"Kid, you drunk off your ass with spinning eyes? Heh."
"Fuck, I swear I saw—"
Whirr! Crunch! Snap!
"Gaaahhh!!"
"Wh-what the hell is this?!"
"Help! Somebody!!"
The "Squishy"—a massive blob of flesh masquerading as the VIP room wall—ambushed and subdued them.
It extruded syringes full of the same pink drug and jabbed them all at once.
Unlike paralyzed Ancio, these guys were bound by fleshy tentacles and grotesque limbs, forcibly injected.
"Grrraaaggh!!"
"N-no! Don't! Spare me!"
"I don't wanna die!!!"
"Nnghoook"
"Ah, inside—my brain's going weird...!!"
"Something's coming out?"
"Guhk, grraaaggh!"
They screamed horrific, grotesque wails—even after Squishy released them, their joints twisted to the limit as they rolled on the floor...
Then, like Ancio, colorful horrors leaked from eyes, nose, ears, mouths—they slumped lifelessly.
For the finishing touch, a vacuum-like device sucked up Ancio's remnants and the cronies' goo.
Dumped into a tank, blended like a mixer on steroids.
The limp, barely-alive bodies? Fused into an "abomination"-like monster mash.
Benya frowned: "Eh, too big, too clunky, and ugly as sin."
He disassembled the 20-man abomination—including Ancio.
Compressed it over and over.
Despite all being male bodies...
"Even with just dickhead flesh, half the chromosomes are X, right?"
"..."
"And treat a man like a woman, he turns bitch."
"...Why say that while making that?"
"'Cause I can."
Through grotesque "surgeries," he crafted a cute 150cm-ish loli bio-weapon girl.
Finally, compressed the blender goo further and jammed it into the girl's head—job done.
Users who'd watched it all live? Benya's "science-illiterate" madness had surpassed even the edgiest degenerates' averages—they were stunned.