And right at that moment,
the communication module screamed.
Not beeped—screamed.
Like someone had kicked it straight through the speaker.
The panel flared to life in holographic light—
and there he was.
MA DONG-RHO.
A massive face.
A fat, tattooed colossus
with a cybernetic arm,
laughing so loud the ship’s hull vibrated.
“YOU NUMBER ONE SONS OF BITCHES!
I MIGHT EVEN START LIKING YOU!”
Blindy froze like a deer in front of a hyper train.
“Uh… heh… yeah… sure… we’re… yeah… thanks…
Uh… what exactly are we number one at…?”
Ma Dong-Rho burst into laughter so hard
it felt like gravity itself stepped back.
“I TOLD YOU TO DELIVER THE CONTROLLER.
BUT YOU DID BETTER!”
Blindy blinked.
“You mean—heh— worse?”
Ma Dong-Rho roared:
“BETTER, KID!
YOU WENT AND BLEW UP THE WHOLE DAMN PLANET! HA-HA! BEAUTIFUL!”
Blindy’s face twisted.
“Wha— wha—WHAT?!”
Ma Dong-Rho waved his cybernetic arm
like he was congratulating them on a birthday.
“Oh don’t play dumb—though you’re damn good at it!
You’re LEGENDS now!
The territorial war just ended!
That corporation’s tucking its tail and running off MY turf!
They saw what I’m capable of—”
Ma Dong-Rho leaned closer.
His eye flashed.
“MA. DONG. RHO.”
Then softer:
“And my boys.”
He pointed straight at them.
“YOU ARE NOW
THE RICHEST SONS OF BITCHES
AMONG ALL THE BASTARDS!”
The connection cut.
Not smooth.
Not clean.
Like space itself flipped a switch.
Silence.
That kind.
Heavy.
Like the moment right before a heart attack.
Blindy sat there with his mouth open.
His jaw just broke a world record.
Slowly, he turned toward Zeros—
like he was afraid he’d see a hole in reality instead.
“WHAT. THE. FUCK. DID. YOU. JUST. DO?!”
Zeros turned his head lazily,
like he’d just woken up from a good nap.
“Killed a fly?
Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Blandi squealed.
“A FLY?!
YOU— FUCKING BASTARD—
MILLIONS.
OF PEOPLE!
YOU SENT THEM
INTO THAT DAMN VOID?!AND ALMOST ME TOO…”
He choked on the words.
“And you’re saying—A FLY?!”
Zeros snorted.
Once.
Cold.
“I need to recharge.
Just… piss off.”
And shut down.
Instantly.
No pose. No drama.
Just… a statue.
Blindy dropped onto the bench beside him.
His hands were shaking.
His lips were shaking.
His whole damn body was shaking.
“Two… million…
Just… poof…Damn… felt like I was in there forever…
Where the hell was I…?I thought when you die, there’s… I don’t know… angels… God… something…
But THAT—”
He looked at the powered-down android.
And slowly, almost hysterically, a smile spread across his face.
“This…
psycho fucking droid…Huh…
Did that…
for me…?”
He wiped his face with his palm.
And whispered, more honestly than ever:
“I…
fucking hate you for that…
but…
thanks, I guess.”