I Became A Zompirewolf

A week later…

“He got hit?” The warden roared in a fury. “This bitch had one thing to do, and he got hit by truck-kun?”

The warden stood tall, towering over most beings with his imposing presence. He was an alien with broad shoulders, standing over eight feet tall. His skin was a deep shade of purple, and his eyes were a piercing yellow that seemed to glow in the dimly lit prison corridors.

The warden’s face was stern and unyielding, with a strong jawline and a square-shaped head. His hair was short and spiky, a dark shade of black that contrasted with his purple skin.

The warden wore a black, form-fitting uniform that hugged his muscular physique, with golden accents that denoted his rank. But the one thing everyone feared about him was his weapon of choice.

The warden carried a large staff made of an unknown metallic material, which he used to control the prisoners and enforce his authority. The rod emitted a low hum, and the end was adorned with a glowing purple gem, which seemed to pulse with energy.

At the moment, the messenger on his knees in front of him was moments away from tasting the warden’s massive rod.

Fortunately for him, the warden had essential matters to care for, “Leave! Don’t show me your face till it’s time to collect your salary!”

The messenger did not waste a moment and darted out of the chamber with his dignity intact. However, the warden didn’t have the pleasure of feeling at ease.

Since the prison was located near the end of the Orion Empire, the Emperor or his officials rarely checked in on the happenings on the prison planet.

The warden had the freedom to do as he pleased, and in a way, he was the uncrowned king. However, something happened that could take away his crown.

Despite the protocol stating that no unauthorised person should be allowed to stay on the planet without the Emperor’s approval, the warden appointed a plethora of women under false identities to entertain him after a long tiring day.

It wasn’t like women were forbidden from living there. It was just that spouses who had been with their husbands or wives for more than fifteen years and were good citizens were allowed to live with their spouses.

It was a measure so that the prison employees don’t leak some crucial information under the guise of love or lust. Also, not having unnecessarily eliminated the risk of escapees finding shelter in the deserted world.

While the warden could have used his position of influence to wiggle out of any enquiries if the Emperor was provided with definitive proof, there was nothing much he could do to save face.

That’s why the warden feared his secret might get leaked after Mazton’s unexpected visit and rushed to make arrangements to avoid detection.

Zorathar, the warden’s right-hand man and accomplice in his crimes, was supposed to get the women off the planet and was transporting them, women, in a prison vehicle to the ship.

However, the truck never made it to the launching pad, and today he got the news that another car had apparently hit the vehicle. Zorathar was unconscious in the hospital, but the ladies were missing.

“Goddamn it, Zorathar!” the warden slammed his fists on the table. “I can’t even question him since the fucker slipped into a coma!” .

It was then a sinister plan popped into his mind. “Zorathar and I are the only ones that know about the ladies. Even if I can’t find them, I can kill Zorathar and pin the blame on him!”

Little did the warden know the messenger was still waiting outside the chamber. Listening to his plans.

“This motherfucker…” the messenger mumbled as his demeanour did a complete 180, “Otiga, you got that?”

“I got a lot more than just the recording, Reaper.” Otiga’s calm voice echoed through the earpiece. “That should be enough to keep the warden busy for a month or two. For now, find and output, plug Malekith in and let him take over the prison.”

“Roger,” Ashton replied before adopting the messenger’s awkward and scared demeanour.

Ashton had been practising his [Alteration] ability for a week, and his efforts were totally worth it. Not one soul suspected him, and with the warden’s panic-stricken state, fooling him was no difficult task.

“Just wait, you disgusting bastard. Karma will soon rain on your parade.”

The warden was correct. Mazton had noticed the illicit activities he had been nurturing, and Ashton was the one who took down Zorathar.

As for the girls, they were on their way to the Tower with Anna. That too in the same ship that the warden had ‘booked’. Ashton knew he must thank the ONI agents for mishandling the warden’s request.

The warden was exploiting the girls, and the prisoners were allowed to have fun with the ladies for an appropriate price.

The fact that the girls were trafficked to the prison and held on the planet against their will was enough for Ashton to rip the warden’s genitals and feed them to him.

But he had to keep his calm. The warden will receive what was in store for him, just like Zorathar did. Any consideration Ashton previously had for the warden’s well-being was no longer in his mind… he was going full scorched earth.

“I hope you’ll enjoy this gift half as much as I would, bastard,” Ashton mumbled as he finally arrived at the control room, where the prison’s AI system was.

He took a deep breath and walked up to the gate. The guards standing there checked his ID and credentials, and after a quick scan of his face, he was allowed inside… on the warden’s special instruction, which he never gave.

The room was empty, except for the hundreds or so systems that were present there. Ashton rushed to the nearest computer and immediately plugged in the drive containing Malekith.

“Wow, you made it here!” Malekith commented moment’s before the prison’s AI detected a threat.

“Intruder alert!”

The AI yelled, but Malekith, being the superior one, quickly overpowered the existing AI before shoving it into the drive Malekith was inside mere moments ago.

Ashton’s heart raced while he waited for Malekith to succeed. He knew that if he were caught, the consequences would be dire. But he had a mission to complete.

“Mission accomplished,” Malekith said with a smile. “Now leave! It’ll take a while for me to take over the systems completely. Come back in a week, and I’ll be ready.”

“Got it,” Ashton replied before heading towards the gates. “You take care now!”

“This human…” Malekith sighed. “He is so annoying.”

Ashton took a deep breath and made his way out of the prison, taking care to avoid the guards and cameras. He changed his face back to his own as he left the front gate and walked away, feeling relieved that his mission was a success.

Outside, Otiga was waiting for him in their ship; all smiles as she shoved a screen into Ashton’s face.

“We did it! Most of the prison systems are under our control.”

Ashton nodded. The prison’s systems were sound. It was the useless warden who made it so weak to infiltrations. After all, if not for the warden who used his fund to buy sex slaves instead of investing it in upgrading the prison, things would’ve been very different.