Welcome to the World of Men

Chapter 469: Welcome to the World of Men

Unlike Hogg's imagined torture and interrogation, the Darktide Squad wasn't beaten at all. In fact, they were treated surprisingly well.

All kinds of delicacies were provided, and even their sleeping quarters were upscale. If they needed anything, all they had to do was make a request, and it would be delivered within half an hour. They were truly waited on hand and foot.

There was just one thing everyone disliked: whenever they ate, a group of Necrons would gather around to watch. And if that weren't enough, they'd ask how the food tasted, then make them write an 800-word essay about their feelings after every meal.

Being captured was humiliating enough. Now they were being put on display like some tourist attraction. The 800-word essays, in particular, tormented the squad members to the point of madness.

The other squad members could manage. No matter their level of education, they'd at least received six years of basic schooling from Blackwatch, so after enough struggling, they could scrape together 800 words. The ones who had it worst were 47 and Cho'Gath.

47 was a Necron to begin with. He didn't even have a mouth, let alone the ability to taste food. But Stormlord still refused to let him off the hook, insisting that he write a confession. He said that a traitor like 47 was guilty of heinous crimes and had to reflect properly.

And if the confession wasn't heartfelt enough, it got sent back. If it was written with too much feeling, it would be passed around among all the Necrons to serve as a warning.

"Reflect properly," my ass. Although he no longer had a brain, 47's logic array still conveyed a sense of what the fuck, further confirming that Stormlord was