Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey - Chapter 1459: Getting Details? Haha... She could do better! Part-1

Chapter 1459: Getting Details? Haha… She could do better! Part-1

A week earlier, deep beneath the palace, the underground prison trembled as a violent explosion tore through the chamber.

*Hahaha… is that all you got, bitch? Haha… Because it’s not even scratching me!*

The metallic figure’s laughter echoed again, as Thalia slammed her boot into its side. Heavy chains rattled and screeched as the restrained metallic body rolled across the floor, crashing into the wall with a brutal impact.

Thalia stared at the thing without blinking, eyes burning. Red-golden light flared around her fists, heat distorting the air as she drew back her arm, fully intent on driving her strike straight through its face and ending it right there, when—

“That’s enough,” Sandra said with absolute tone, stepping in front of Thalia with a hard stare that brooked no argument. “Stop. Right now.”

Thalia clicked her tongue in frustration, flames snapping and dying around her hands as she forced herself to stand down.

Sandra and the others moved closer, expressions grim as they studied the battered yet unbroken metallic figure.

Aria slowly crouched, turning her palm upward. Etched into her skin glowed the symbols of Aether’s Language,

*Are you ready to talk? Tell me… who are you people?*

She tried to sound steady, tried to project authority, but the unfamiliar language twisted awkwardly on her tongue.

At first, when they had their first talk, the metallic figure seemed genuinely startled. Then it laughed. Since the moment it had awakened, it had refused to answer anything seriously, and now, just like before, it responded in a wicked, degrading tone

*Oh? Talk? How about suck my dick, bitch! Then I might tell you… Hahaha.*

Aria froze, her expression going blank as the words sank in.

Sandra placed a firm hand on Aria’s shoulder, “What did it say?” she asked.

Aria drew in a slow breath, forcing the anger down, “It said… it won’t,” she muttered, fingers curling into a tight fist.

She had been hearing these degrading words since the beginning, over and over, every word crafted to humiliate her.

Selene’s expression darkened. Even without fully understanding Aether’s Language, she had caught enough fragments, enough intent, to know the truth. Whatever it had said, it was far worse than a simple refusal, and Aria was sparing them the details.

But anyway,

“Fuck this asshole. This isn’t working,” Thalia snapped. The red-golden glow returned to her hands, brighter than before, “Let me break it again. I’ll make it scream this time.”

Sera shook her head slowly, “We already tried,” she said, “We starved it. We denied it water. We burned its outer shell, drowned it, used Nightfire’s aphrodisiac, and when none of that worked, we beat it… Yet, it still laughs. It’s not breaking at all,” She exhaled sharply.

“Was there really no other option? We caught it alive… and we can’t kill it. Can we?”

No one answered right away.

Slowly, grimly, heads nodded. Capturing it had nearly cost them everything, and killing it now would erase their only lead.

Aqualina folded her arms as she added, “Since it arrived, we haven’t detected a single other metallic figure. Everything stopped the moment we captured it.”

Ashara spoke next, “Maybe they’re afraid. We took one of theirs alive. Maybe that’s enough to make them hesitate, to think twice before sending another.”

The room fell silent again, frowns deepening as the thought settled in.

It sounded possible, almost comforting, yet something about it felt wrong. For beings who descended without mercy, who took lives without pause or hesitation… they would be scared of them?

“Maybe… because we caught one alive?” Maelona added, her brows knitting together as she stared at the restrained figure.

Now that idea almost made sense. After all, this was the first time they had ever managed to capture one of these things alive, intact, and breathing.

“So what should we do now?” someone finally asked.

Low hums and murmurs followed as everyone considered the question. It had already been two weeks since they captured it, and none of them truly knew how long this thing could survive without food or water, or if it even needed them in the same way they did.

The metallic figure suddenly laughed again, filling the prison with mocking amusement.

*Haha… what happened, bitches? Are you all ready to suck my dick? Hahaha. Man, you girls have nice asses, unlike our fake silicon ones. I’d love to spank them. Come to daddy~*

Several lips twitched in irritation. Even without understanding every word, the tone alone was enough.

Aria clenched her fist at her side. The restraint it took not to lash out trembled through her body, every instinct screaming to tear this thing apart where it stood.

They were moments away from breaking it, piece by piece, slowly and without mercy.

Thalia rolled her shoulders and folded up her sleeves, fire simmering beneath her skin as her eyes darkened with something dangerous.

“Let me handle it a little more,” she said quietly.

Inside the metal shell, the creature flinched,

*Fuck, I hate this bitch!*

She stepped in, her fist drawing back, power coiling tight and violent, just about to connect squarely with its face when—

“Hold up!”

The command rang out sharply as Xara entered the prison chamber, Lyirrs and Drakhairs close behind her.

Everyone turned toward them.

After stabilising the Central Tower, Lyirrs had come straight here, wasting no time. She had spent hours studying the metallic figure, its structure and movements, probing every layer for answers.

By now, they all knew the truth hidden beneath the armour.

Inside these things lived a creature disturbingly similar to themselves.

Xara’s scans also confirmed what they had already discovered. Beneath the metal shell was a human-like being, complete with a heart, a brain, lungs, eyes, and flesh no different from their own.

Together, Xara and Lyirrs had reached a single conclusion. It might be possible to separate the living being from the metal shell.

But the question was how.

That question had consumed the past two weeks of research, testing, and quiet frustration.

“Did you find a way?” Sandra asked, her voice tight as she searched Xara’s face for answers.

Xara nodded, a small, confident smile forming as she raised her hand. In her grip was a blade, sleek and unfamiliar, its surface etched with faint, unnatural patterns.

“A knife?” Selene asked, frowning as she leaned forward. It looked nothing like an ordinary knife, as the hilt had a weird translucent crystal.

Lyirrs stepped in, “After all the research I’ve done on this thing, and broken parts of previous tall outer shell, I found its weakness.” She paused deliberately, “There is a point where metal and flesh intersect. A flaw.”

Eyebrows rose across the chamber.

Thalia tilted her head, “And what exactly is it?” she asked.

Lyirrs spoke coldly as she gestured toward her own arms and legs.

“Its joints. Even though it looks different from us on the outside, the inside remains fundamentally the same. Every point of movement, every bend.” Her fingers traced the motion of elbows and knees with clinical precision.

“There are no proper safety measures there. The joints contain far less metallic substance than the rest of its body.”

Sandra’s eyes widened as understanding snapped into place. “So you mean—” she began, but her words were cut short.

Ssshhhnnnggg~

A sharp, humming sound sliced through the prison air. Everyone flinched, heads snapping toward Xara as the blade in her hand came alive, its edge glowing with a concentrated blue energy that crawled along the knife’s sharp edge.

Lyirrs lifted her chin slightly, pride flickering across her face. “This is a prototype I created using its own technology-”

Spark… Spark.

The blue edge flickered, stuttering as if about to die. Xara frowned briefly, then smacked the hilt against her palm a few times until the hum stabilised again.

Lyirrs coughed lightly, her cheeks colouring just a bit. “It’s still a prototype,” she admitted. “Progress takes time.”

“Thalia, hold it,” Xara said calmly as she stepped closer to the restrained figure.

Thalia nodded without hesitation and grabbed the metallic figure firmly, forcing it upright. For the first time, it visibly flinched,

*Oi… what the fuck are you doing now?*

Its gaze locked onto Xara as she laid a clean, white foil sheet across the stone floor with deliberate care. She motioned for Thalia to lower the figure onto it.

Xara straightened, her expression soft, almost motherly, as she turned to the others.

“It would be better if you leave the prison now,” she said gently, as if making a casual suggestion.

Frowns spread instantly across the room. Of course, they were not leaving. Whatever was about to happen, they needed to see it, needed to understand it.

When no one moved, Xara sighed and glanced at her daughter, who met her gaze with the same serious resolve.

Sandra hummed thoughtfully, “Maybe you all should leave… Just in case”

But no… no one was listening to her.

Sandra sighed.

Xara shrugged lightly. “It’s your choice, then.”

All of them wondered what she intended to do.

All except Sandra, who already knew what kind of horror was about to unfold.

Xara gripped the metallic leg firmly and turned her head toward Aria.

“Ask it if it’s ready to talk one last time!” she said, her voice still disturbingly calm.

Aria nodded once, her expression hardening as she spoke in Aether’s Language,

*Are you ready to talk? This is your… last chance!!*

The metallic figure snorted,

*How about I fuck your filthy pussy as your last chance? Moan under my cock, bitch. Hahaha~*

Aria’s jaw clenched as veins throbbed at her temple. The words degrading, igniting a violent urge to tear this thing apart piece by piece.

Her fingers trembled with the effort of restraint, fury coiling tight inside her chest.

Still, they needed information.

She forced in a breath, swallowing the rage, and turned to Xara. “It won’t,” she said quietly.

Xara nodded as if she had expected nothing else.

“I suppose these Origin People really are a tough nut to crack,” she said, almost cheerfully. She reached out and patted the metallic figure’s cheek with a strangely cute, innocent expression that did not belong in a place like this.

The metallic figure flinched at the unexpected softness, confusion flashing through its posture as the hum of the blade continued to fill the prison.

*Oh? Looks like you know how to treat me… Not bad. With that big bust and ass… I wouldn’t mind pounding it. Hahaha. Look and learn from this beautiful woman… Haha*

Its laughter dragged on, filthy and self-satisfied, eyes fixed on Xara…. To it, she looked like the easiest kind of prey, a MILF with a gentle face and innocent eyes were easy to trick and pound their pussies behind their husband’s back!

*Hahah… Looking at your hip, I am sure you are married, right? Maybe a child?~ Slurrppp~*

Xara slowly lowered her head, her expression hidden beneath her hair. Her breathing remained calm, almost serene, while her hand began to rise at an unhurried pace, fingers tightening around the humming blade.

*Don’t worry, beauty. You’ll be my respected onahole, unlike those other bitch slav—*

Tuck-Chuck!

The sound came from metal and flesh severed in a single strike.

“…”

For a heartbeat, nothing happened.

Everyone froze.

Then the metallic figure felt a sudden cold rush through its leg, followed by alarms screaming inside its helmet as warning symbols flared violently across its vision.

Everyone held their breath, eyes locked onto the scene as blood splattered across the white foil and stone floor.

Slowly, Xara lifted her head.

Her face was painted red, warm blood streaking across her cheek and lips as a crooked smile curved upward, eyes glowing with a wicked, delighted light.

“Oh my~” she murmured softly, almost playfully wicked,

“you can bleed too?~ Hehe~”

She placed one blood-slicked hand beneath her chin as if in thought, while the other held the severed metallic lower leg. She shook it lightly, almost cheerful champagne, as if showing off a newly found toy, droplets of blood scattering with each careless shake like champagne!

*ARRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!*

The scream ripped through the prison, filled with pure agony and terror.

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