Later, in a dimly lit chamber, Wanderer observing the collection of gems from recent loot. one of them is lapis lazuli. the blue gems which adored on Swat society.

  "So, what do you say, Wanderer?" Widow queen asked, break the silent "You don't have a place to negotiate."

  Wanderer smirked. then put down the gems back on box "Hm hm. So, what are you feeling? Your little boyfriend being captured by me? Angry? Mad? Or... aroused?"

  The Widow Queen's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and amusement at Wanderer's taunt. She sauntered closer, her heels clicking against the black obsidian stone floor of the chamber. Stopping mere inches from him, she tilted her head, dark lenses reflecting the dim light.

  "Aroused?" She let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Oh, Wanderer. You have no idea what I'm capable of. Anger, yes... but arousal? That would imply vulnerability, and I am far from it."

  Her gloved hand reached out, trailing a finger along Wanderer's jawline before gripping his chin firmly. Leaning in, her breath whispered against his ear. "I feel anticipation, perhaps... curiosity about the games you propose to play. But make no mistake, I am here to secure our mutual interests, nothing more."

  Wanderer smirked. "Hm hm. According to the rules, since he was your master, you now are my slave."

  The Widow Queen's grip tightened on Wanderer's chin for a brief moment, then she released him and stepped back. Her posture remained confident, despite a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

  "Your slave?" she chuckled, "That's a bit presumptuous, Wanderer. Just because Mephisto fell for your trap doesn't mean I'm any weaker."

  She circled him slowly, her gaze sharp. "I'm an assassin, a strategist, a survivor. A slave? Never." Her voice hardened. "If you think capturing one man gives you control over me, then you severely underestimate my loyalty and resolve. But titles are unimportant for now."

  "Yes, but why serve that Mephisto guy?"

  " Don't get me wrong, I'm not blindly loyal,, Mephisto represents power, ambition, and a vision for the future, Serving a powerful master offers protection, opportunities, and the chance to influence the world itself."

  Wanderer lean on his chair"And guess what?..The new master of the city has arrived. It's me."

  The Widow Queen's smile vanished. "You think ruling this city is easy, Wanderer? Based on what? A few mercenaries and a single capture?" Her laughter echoed through the chamber,

  "Mephisto built Series 9 from the ashes., forging alliances, acquiring resources, and eliminating threats. His influence is everywhere. You, on the other hand, are a newcomer with no foundation.,, you just a warlord in forgotten war" She stepped closer, "If you truly intend to replace Mephisto, you'll need more than bravado and a lucky strike."

  Wanderer nodded ” i see.. so i indeed capture a jackpot huh?”

  The Widow Queen's eyes narrowed. "A jackpot, perhaps,..But one that comes with immense risk. Mephisto is not easily tamed, and his disappearance will undoubtedly send shockwaves through Series 9." She studied him intently. "You've shown resourcefulness, but the real challenge is yet to come. real war is start when after you conquer this city." She glanced out the window at the sprawling cityscape below. "Sin City is a complex system, with many players vying for power.."

  "So, anyway," Wanderer continued, “ last question.. you see.. in street. people sell your blood.. they believe its bring,, some. power,, or just toxin? can you elaborate that? are you trying making a cult dear? or its just.. people.. weird behavior”

  "The notion that our blood possesses... extraordinary properties is a peculiar belief, indeed," she said. "However, it stems from a mixture of superstition, desperation, and the allure of power in a city devoid of hope."

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  Wanderer nod “when people don't follow god.. they follow the masses..”

  Her voice took on a slightly condescending tone. "Series 9 has always been fascinated by the potential of genetics and biotechnology. While we do not condone the exploitation of our 'sacred' blood, we cannot deny the fascination it inspires in certain segments of the population."

  The Widow Queen's piercing gaze returned to Wanderer. "As for a cult, I wouldn't say we're actively cultivating such a phenomenon."

  Wanderer exclaimed "Hah!,,I hope in the future, people don't sell my blood."

  "Rest assured, Wanderer, your... unique circumstances would likely preclude such a development. But even if it did arise, Series 9 would not be involved in exploiting your 'product.' because will bring more pain to make clone of you"

  She paused, "But,, In fact, given your current status as a thorn in our side, it might prove advantageous to keep you alive and intact. Your skills could still be useful to us in the future."

  "Hm hm," Wanderer humming “Don't tell me like you're above me. You little girl, you're in my hand now."

  " I am no one's plaything ..Remember, I have the means to ensure your cooperation, should it become necessary. Do not underestimate the lengths to which I will go to protect my organization and interests."

  "Good luck, Because I will bring order to this twisted city. And I won't stop until it's finished.".

  "A bold claim, Wanderer,. One that many before you have made, only to fall victim to the very corruption they sought to eradicate."

  A wry smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "But perhaps you are different."

  She then start turn around and prepare to leave "For now, we find ourselves at an impasse."

  Wanderer watched her leave, his jaw tight. he then humming then he play some games, Later after the meeting. Wanderer walk to a line of Vdv on Obsidian gate lobby. their red silver helmet. with some cyberware in their arms , he then see Ward as Leader of Vdv, then speak “We trust the city on you.. no pressure”

  Ward cross his arms “yeah..with more 500,000 registered citizen,, with its slum.. only untrained 400 vdv.. sure., not big deal “

  Wanderer Chuckles “that’s why we going to center of wasteland.. we need recruit.. and bit peace in mind, my motorized brigade and red battalion will standby in nexus prime and obsidian gate.. you guys just focus on genelev redlight or something”

  Ward sighed softly “Yeah yeah, you always say the same thing. We’re all just pawns in your game. No pressure.“

  “..what? you don't like patrolling around skimpy woman on stall?” Wanderer tease

  Ward rolled his eyes, a smirk forming on his face “Hey now, I’m not saying I don’t enjoy the sight. I prefer to think of it as a little morale boost. But the people in there… they’re just something else.”

  Wanderer look at his eyes “alright. pervert.. you are the law okay? and i'm not see you as a pawn.. you are man with duty.. get it?”

  Ward huffed softly and nodded his head “Yeah, yeah. Got it. Don’t let crime get too out of control and keep order. I know the drill.”

  “good boy.. dont make mess too much.. see you later” with that wanderer strode to outside

  Ward rolled his eyes once again, a bit annoyed at being called a “good boy” but waved a hand dismissively as he left ”Yeah, whatever. See you later.”

  Convoy of Wanderer mercenary crossing the desert. new electronic sound system blaring the mobile home. while Wanderer on driver seat. his mind still think about Widow Queen and Mephisto. and all other things. a small bump on his seat while he start traverse the rough terrain. he then press the new added nitro button. then the bulky mobile home speed up,

  “oh yeah.. this is good.. this is life... “ Wanderer grin

  “hey old man.. what is hurry?.. such waste of energy. “Furqan chuckles through comm. while drive a mad max car trying catch up wanderer

  “come on.. who ever reach rayaskent is the winner!” Wanderer said while the terrains start turn into canyons.

  Chrome grin under his Suv. Shizuka roll her eyes but then smirk while at buggy all terrain vehicle. Furqan then cant hold his laugh anymore then speed up.

  then with that. the orderly convoy turn into a race. when sun set. Shizuka win. Wanderer mobile home become overheat before reach finish line. Chrome crash on hidden boulder behind scrub. while Furqan enjoy his 2nd place.

  meanwhile. a projection of wanderer mobile home seen dimly room.

  “Wanderer is a fascinating and deeply flawed Arbiter. He is compelling not because he is heroic in a traditional sense, but because he is a force of nature in a brutal world. He is engaging due to his intelligence, charisma, and ruthlessness with sometimes bit impulsive, even as his morality remains deeply questionable. He is a Arbiter you watch with a mixture of fascination and unease, wondering how far his ambition and brutality will take him and what the ultimate consequences of his actions will be. He is definitely not someone to "root for" in a purely heroic sense, but his journey and his impact on Sin City are undeniably captivating. “

  a man then walk at top of long table like its was a podium. on right and his left. a line of man in suit. look at the proyector showing wanderer action footage presentation.

  then the man stop walk. while then look down at a bald man bellow him which on seat “is that right Lich?”

  “its is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beggining to live” Lich angel said Cryptically while meet man gaze