Six eyes dawned on me the moment I woke up.

My heart stopped right there like it saw its ex at the gym.

Then it started again when Erect's voice came from my right.

"Good morning, my lord."

I turned my head and there he was — smiling like a golden retriever with trauma.

I sighed in relief.

Then I looked ahead again.

"Back off, dude." I pushed the three aliens in front of me.

They dodged like I'd just sneezed COVID.

But hey, they moved back at least.

I stretched my neck and looked around.

Everyone was slowly waking up too — and damn, they slept like corpses.

Some of them were literally sleeping on each other like a tangled orgy of depression.

A few hands were suspiciously inside other people's pants, but I decided to ignore that. Prison changes people.

Anyway, I stood up and yawned like a dying walrus.

Sexis stood beside me and copied it — the man even yawns competitively.

Ten minutes later, everyone was up.

The basement was now more crowded than a 5-rupee recharge offer. Aliens everywhere.

"Since when are you guys training with her?" I asked one of them.

The alien snapped his head at me like I just said "I prefer DC over Marvel."

He looked personally offended.

"We just arrived yesterday. The training starts today. Lady Stronges was waiting for you and our king to come out from the prison. She knew that you both will come here as there is nowhere else you could go after being fucked by Malthus like that."

"The last part wasn't necessary but yeah, she is right. Sexis did bring us here. When a child is in trouble, they always remember their mothers."

The alien went quiet after that — probably realizing sarcasm isn't a universal language.

I didn't care. It's not like I was gonna invite him to my wedding.

A few minutes later, one of the rooms creaked open — and out came Sexis' mom.

Lady Stronges.

Same karate-master outfit. Same death-stick in her hand.

She walked up to us, calm and terrifying, like a teacher holding a report card.

One of the prisoners closest to her panicked and bowed.

"Good morning, si—"

"Fuck that shit!"

BAAM!

The man flew into the wall like he'd been hit by a truck made of pure feminism.

The sound echoed. So did his regrets.

She'd slapped him so hard his soul needed a chiropractor.

That morning went from "good" to "please end me" in one hit.

Lesson learned: no good mornings to Stronges. Ever.

"I don't care about good mornings!" she barked. "Move your ashes, wash yourselves, shower or not, and in thirty minutes, I want you all in front of me! If anyone's late, I'll sew their penis forever!"

…Excuse me?

What kind of black magic punishment is that?

How will someone take a piss? Through Morse code tapping on their bladder?

[ You would not like to find that out. So you better move. ]

Right. Point taken, System.

I immediately grabbed Sexis' hand.

"Show me the bathroom. NOW."

Sexis nodded, grabbed Erect's hand too.

Erect screeched like a violated seagull but didn't resist.

Fear of stitched genitals is a powerful motivator.

We ran like sinners escaping a church sermon.

Luckily, there were enough bathrooms for everyone — so no swordfights at the urinals.

As for the aliens who'd joined today? They didn't even look like they needed bathrooms.

Probably just evaporate their piss with cosmic energy or something. Lucky bastards.

After exactly thirty minutes, we were all assembled again.

All of us were wearing white karate uniforms that the robots had brought.

Perfect fits, too — like they were tailored personally.

Could it be…?

My eyes went to Stronges.

She had scythe-like hands just like Sexis. But on her right hand, I saw something small — a piece of white thread.

And that's when it hit me.

This woman… She stayed up all night sewing these uniforms for us.

No matter how scary she looks, she's still a mom at heart.

She'll slap you into a coma, but she'll also make sure your outfit's ironed.

That's real love right there.

I bowed my head in respect.

Then she spoke, voice sharp enough to shave mountains.

"Everyone! For the next five years, you will undergo the same training regimen! Non-stop! Your bodies shall become steel! I'll make sure of it! Are you ready?"

No.

"Yes, sir!" Everyone yelled.

Even I joined. My mouth said "yes," but my soul screamed "help."

Behind me, ghost Jack floated silently — the one guy who didn't have to worry about sweating, crying, or getting his dick sewn shut.

Lucky dead bastard.

I focused on Stronges again — and just then, I heard the familiar cursed sound.

[ Ding! ]

Ah, shit. That noise again.

If there's no reward, it only means one thing.

A new Quest.

[ New Quest Created! ]

Thought so.

What is it this time, you manipulative toaster?

[ Quest: Become Strong ]

[ Details: Diligently follow the orders of Stronges. Do everything she says. She is your ticket to restore your lost glory and aura. She might be an Alien but she is a hundred times better than you. You are a pervert. Follow her training and become strong to fight against Malthus. ]

[ Rewards: One new Skill after each successful day of training for you and your allies. If someone of your allies didn't manage to complete the training in one day, then no one will get a skill. So make sure each and everyone of your allies completes their training each day. Also, if you keep training, your stats will automatically increase. ]

[ Failure: Death. ]

[ Quest Duration: 5 Years. ]

I read the details like it was my own death sentence.

Still… It was fair.

Brutal, terrifying, but fair.

One skill every day? That's insane value.

A literal gacha machine of pain.

I'd make sure every single one of my allies completed the training — because I'm not losing free Skills over someone's laziness.

My motivation burned bright—

[ Another Quest Created! ]

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

The System was stacking quests faster than my depression stacks excuses.

And I didn't like this one bit.

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