A Cyborg that has no clue who he is but knows what he must do. kill all of the Worker Drones and obtained ultimate power to rule the Universe and become The Perfect Biological Cyborg.
Before I begin... I like to ask you all a question... . . . . .
Would you guys like to have Alice to be part of the little Harme?
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Yes! . . Or . . Hell, Nah! She's crazy!
(Let's see what you guys vote for... because I don't mind what you all choose)
Anyway now with that out of the way...Another made up chapter made by me... so I hope you all ready for it.
Now please enjoy! --------------------------------------------------------------
We start this story at earth with the mansion that is raining down seeing some crows flying down into a mud that we see some broken up Drones around near a dead old tree.
And then a thunder was struck and then we see a young man doing some work on some blueprints on his desk that the model looks to be some defence like model of the Drones. And then the boy sighed and then turned around to meet his own maid.
???: Hey Cyn! Come here for a second will yeah?
The drone now revealed to be Cyn that she was playing some doll figures that some were... Well not right but the boy doesn't mind about that one bit. Anyway the drone walks towards him and that he pucks her up and placed her on his lab to make her comfortable and could see what the boy did on his blueprint project, and Cyn was very interested about it.
Cyn: "Curious expression" what's this about master Y/N?
Y/N: O-Oh please Cyn their's no need for calling me master when we're alone. Y/N is fine.
Cyn: Oh... "happy expression" I understand Y/N!
Y/N: That's good. Now Cyn this blueprint here shows the future defence project Drones that will make security more easier so no intruders will break in easily.
