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iliar stench of decay stopped my line of thought. My slave dri

I watched closely as the door opened gradually, each second adding to my anxiety. My slave driver walked in first, t

a living lie detector, as it was impossible to lie to them without bein

l. The smell of terror coming off from my hall mates only made mine worsen. Whi

ng everywhere as everyone tried to look presentable. The leader waited patiently as we knelt by our bed waiting f

eds looking down as a sign of respect. A parasite never looks at

re the most supreme. Well there are the gods and then the seers which are considered myth

title, while the majority were adopted into it. Royals could be governors if they wanted to, but they never contested. It was beneath them to do so. The

intake of the Zeluxe pill. Parasites like us were not privileged to take the pill. We relied on our bodies to control the decay process, which was no good. After a couple of years,

eir gifts. They are also responsible for producing the Zeluxe pill to control decay. Except for the royals, everyone else depe

the electricians and engineers. They performed any task related to technology and anything

ation. We have no special gifts. The Royals call us an abomination. I call them delusional. They act like the universe revolves a

ntion to the numbers been called so as not to miss m

, step forward," the 1

a satisfying smile on his face. I had been so absent-minded, I hadn't realised he had

an later, he would be dragged here to be harvested by the healers for their experiments as well. He let me go abruptly on reaching the entrance of the harvesting ground and is rewarded by my

en, but now that it was happening, my mind still couldn't accept it. It's just a bad dream,

nd female. The skins of some had already dropped off, leaving parts of their skeleton on full display. For others, their stench gave them away. I had always been able to smell decay o

le were dragged in. I recognised some of them as hall mates of mine but most of them I had never s

e Uranians than I have seen in my entire life. Did all these people come here to watch the harvest? They seemed so excited to watch what was about

rning to us, she continued "the findings from this research would be used for the betterment of Urania. It would lead to the e

f Uranians. I would laugh at the irony of the situation if I could afford to. Never, ever, have I been regarded as a Urania

ly. I identified them with their blue-collar. Every sect had a

f the table while I was being brought in. A huge screen was set above the table and I could see a couple more sc

autiful lady began explaining what procedures they were going to be trying out on us. The exci

immediately when she said the possibility of success the first time was almost impossible. Whoever was successful would be handsomely rewarded. I knew the resul

took place there, but I had never expected it to be a training class. I onl

inful than having my organs removed

ere getting louder. They were terrified. I was too. But as terrified as we were, no one t

de a hand gesture to the guards. Horridly, they offered

" she o

o spit it out, I swallowed quickly. The guard that had offered me the bowl still

might be a parasite, but I had some pride. What was so strange about returning a bowl he offered me? I dressed farther away from his scrutinizing gaze and glanced at my colleagues. They all still had their cup in their hands, but t

here? Could there be something w

n me. I stared back at them, more co

he relaxant. How is that

someone else replied. "The question

ter. I was just as confused. One thing seemed certain. I wasn't supposed to be on th

t my slave driver being dragged in. I knew he was going to end up here, but I

elieve it or not, that man was the closest thing I had to family in my life. Except for Mama Nancy, no one else spoke a word

nd me, trying to figure out the puzzle that was me, but no one said a word to me. Someone was poking at my ribs, while someone else was flashing light into my