Chapter 26
Chapter 26
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: Babel Farms' Dark Secrets
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-KABOOOOOM!!!
-KABOOOOOM!!!
-KABOOOM!!
The missiles raining down on Genocider weren't just a single shot.
With the third explosion, the screen went black, and the viewers watching the stream fell into a stunned silence.
A moment later, the feed resumed, and a perfectly fine voice rang out.
"Sorry the broadcast cut out! Too bad we missed the fireworks show!"
The helicopters that had just fired the missiles were plummeting to the ground.
Viewers gulped, and the ever-cheerful voice continued to echo.
"Alright, let's get back to the stream!!"
Flash!
The screen shifted in an instant, like it was fast-forwarded.
Genocider had moved so quickly that the camera followed suit.
"And we're finally at Palos Island! Check out that massive wall! What could they be hiding to build such a monstrous fortress on a remote rock like this?"
The stream showed a stark, imposing wall.
Its towering height was intimidating enough, but the electrified barbed wire encircling it, the surveillance cameras, and the AI-controlled auto-turrets dotted along it made it unimaginable as the fence around the headquarters of the infamous AS100 corp.
Chaotic shouts erupted from the feed.
"Looks like Babel Farms employees are rolling out the welcome wagon! Out of consideration for underage viewers and those of delicate sensibilities, I'll blur the screen for a bit!"
The stream went blurry. Enough to get the gist of what was happening, but no details visible. Even the audio was muffled.
No gore was visible, but the situation was clear enough.
A short while later.
The screen cleared up, revealing a new scene.
"Now I'm up on that wall we saw earlier! What's hidden inside? Let's take a look together. Focus on the screen—I'm turning the camera!"
Shouts and gunfire blared dizzyingly, but Genocider carried on like he was filming a casual travel vlog.
He panned the camera to the vast headquarters grounds inside the wall.
A mix of research complexes and factories.
Nothing special so far...
"Hey, what's that weird building? Dormitory? Looks kinda like a prison or camp too. Shall we check it out? I'll sneak in with Stealth!"
Genocider dashed off, and the feed whipped around like it was accelerated.
A moment later, Genocider slipped into the prison-like building.
The scene on stream left every viewer speechless.
The building was crammed with cage-like cells reminiscent of a chicken farm, packed with emaciated Hispanics.
Not just starved—their bodies were covered in bruises and wounds, clear signs of horrific abuse.
"Hmm... these don't look like employees. What's going on here?"
Genocider's voice, now low and somber unlike before, came through.
Desperate voices echoed from the feed, laced with panic.
A horde of S-Ranks swarmed in, hell-bent on grabbing Genocider.
"......Looks like confirming Babel Farms' secrets takes priority over the hunt."
Flash!!
The screen whipped around again.
Genocider had shaken off the S-Ranks and bolted elsewhere.
Viewership had ballooned from a million to several times that. The whole world was tuned in.
And it wasn't just casual viewers freaking out.
Every major US news outlet was glued to Genocider's stream.
News stations blasted the story.
US Immigration Enforcement and Border Patrol went into meltdown.
The heart-pounding chase kept the camera whipping around, flashing glimpses of Babel Farms' S-Ranks in hot pursuit.
Meanwhile, ICE and Babel Farms issued emergency statements.
The viewers' mood had completely shifted.
They'd cheered Genocider on from the start, sure—but like enjoying an action flick.
Now? They were rooting for him with every fiber of their being.
For Genocider to expose the truth.
For him to crush the monstrous demons of Babel Farms.
Soon after.
As the feed steadied, Genocider's voice returned.
"Phew, thanks for all the support, everyone! Your cheers got me safely into the factory. So, what the hell has Babel Farms been up to?"
He added in a heavy tone.
"I really hope it's not what I'm imagining."
Viewers swallowed hard.
The factory interior looked ordinary at first glance—a standard pharma plant full of machinery.
But Genocider spotted a hidden staircase.
"Suspicious stairs. Heading down."
Before stepping down, he paused with a warning.
"Bad vibes. Might be stuff kids shouldn't see, so if there are any child viewers, turn off the screen. If adults are around, make sure the kids can't watch."
The playful chatter cut off abruptly.
The camera suddenly blurred.
"......Everyone got the kids away from the screen? Counting down from 3, then unblurring. If any kids nearby, block their view. Absolutely."
His voice, stripped of all levity and gravely serious, sent chills through the viewers.
Genocider counted 3, 2, 1. The screen cleared.
America— the world— gasped.
Horrific.
No, no word could capture the nightmare on screen.
Countless bodies lay dead.
Tortured in unspeakable ways.
Too many for some sadistic thrill-kill.
And then.
Thud.
Footsteps echoed from the underground altar where Genocider stood.
Babel Farms' S-Ranks—the ones chasing him—closed in.
Behind them, CEO Eric twisted his face into a demonic snarl, broadcast live.
"Time for an interview. Did you sacrifice refugees to Outer Gods to make NHD, Eric?"
"Shut your mouth. Rogue employees only—nothing to do with Babel Farms. NHD is our advanced arcane science tech."
"Got it. What a hilarious excuse! Hahaha!!"
Genocider's laughter boomed through the stream.
Eerie, spine-chilling cackles.
CEO Eric and the S-Ranks paled on camera.
"Detective gig's over. Shall we start the real Hunting Ceremony?"