《Echoes of Highborn: Twisted Destiny》


 0. Alpha project [prologue]

    [author] Hello fellow reader, these chapters are the prologue to the series start. It''s very long. Warning ??: it has a lot of POV shifts because the story offers multiple perspectives of different characters.[/author]


    In the dimly lit underground base, the deafening echoes of gunfire reverberated against the rugged concrete walls. A solitary figure stealthily maneuvered through the intricately constructed terrain, effortlessly evading the relentless barrage of bullets unleashed by sentries mounted at every angle.


    Thung! Thung! Thung!¡ªThe echoes of high-caliber rounds fired off.


    With a steely gaze, the young man''s eyes meticulously scanned the terrain for any cover as he ran, avoiding the hail of bullets. His senses were as sharp as a razor''s edge as he zigzagged, occasionally rolling on the ground to throw off the trajectory. The rapid-fire assault attempted to halt his progress, but somehow he was evading the sentries. Seeing some thick, sturdy trees and a grove of vegetation in his path, he headed straight for it. He jumped in, taking cover behind it and momentarily shielding himself from the onslaught. In his right hand, he held a high-caliber custom gun, resembling a rifle but designed as a one-handed rifle pistol. Taking a magazine from his suit pocket, he swiftly reloaded the gun, which was as large as his forearm. With no hesitation, he emerged from cover, skillfully finding a blind spot amidst the rapid-fire assault, as bullets grazed his skin.


    "Nine hundred meters northeast. Taking shot," his monotone voice said.


    A few bullets even hit his body, but without flinching, he fired.


    Thung.


    A second passed as a loud explosion echoed through the entire terrain. With no wasted movements, he swiftly retreated to the safety of his cover. With each step through the dense jungle, he flawlessly navigated the terrain, utilizing every obstacle like logs, trees, and hidden nooks as strategic assets. He started gunning down the sentries with unprecedented efficiency.


    His shots hit their mark with deadly precision. His countenance remained stoic and detached, without any trace of human emotion.


    In a cataclysmic crescendo, thunderous booms shattered the already tense air.


    On the rooftop of the artificial terrain, a strategically constructed room provided a commanding view of the ongoing action. Screens adorned the walls, displaying the live feed of the young man destroying the sentries with swift precision. Occupants in lab coats analyzed the data sheets and graphs, completely engrossed in their work.


    The room buzzed with focused intensity as the screens flickered, showcasing the systematic neutralization of the sentries. The individuals huddled around the monitors, their attention shifting between the displays and the person in action.


    Near a magnificent glass window panel, one individual stood with an expressionless face, his features chiseled and unwavering. Adorned in a distinctive white and black uniform, adorned with intricate patterns and numerous badges on the chest, he exuded an air of authority. From his commanding position, he oversaw the unfolding events below, his gaze locked and focused.


    A person wearing a lab coat handed the papers to him with trembling hands.


    "General, the reports," he whispered in a low voice.


    "Humph," the tall figure grunted. Peering through the glass, a furrowed brow and a faint frown revealed the individual''s palpable dissatisfaction. He started reading the reports that failed to meet his expectations.


    "It''s been three long years since the initiation of the Alpha Project. How much longer until Project Alpha reaches completion? We cannot afford any further delays. Why do I still see just that one clone?" the general asserted, his voice laced with disdain.


    "You produced just one clone? JUST ONE!?" his voice echoed in the room as everyone stopped working.


    "The funding for this project is too much. Where is the lead doctor, Hector!?" the general said in contempt, his voice sharp and loud.


    The assemblage of senior scientists, their weathered countenances draped in lab coats, involuntarily flinched under the weight of the general''s cutting words. The head professor, bearing a sheaf of papers, mustered the courage to step forward to answer.


    "Sir, the project is still in development," the doctor responded.


    "As you can see, the result doesn''t lie. The Alpha Project initiation was a modest success, although it''s just one specimen. He is the first clone to survive three years of the super soldier program without decommissioning. Sir, it requires time. The program''s completion is estimated to take two years, possibly more," the doctor explained, reports in hand, maintaining a composed demeanor despite the general''s mounting anger.


    The general pivoted his gaze, fixing his scrutinizing eyes upon the doctor, his frustration palpable.


    "Why?! Why can''t we replicate B-1X?" he bellowed, his voice seething with anger.


    "I''ve observed that most clones die before reaching the age of two and a half years. If we can''t reproduce the clones in quantity, just lobotomize B-1X and make use of his genetic material to start again," he said, looking at the doctor as a sly smile crept on his face.


    The doctor''s face froze, his features became rigid upon hearing the general. His grip tightened around the papers, revealing the tension in his hands. A fleeting flicker of emotion betrayed his initial reaction, swiftly concealed as he composed himself. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, his response carefully measured before releasing the papers, letting them flutter silently to the surface.


    "B-1X is a high-value asset, and we need to study him to perfect the Alpha Project. It''s critical to study why the cloning project is failing and fix it. Furthermore, you have no authority over the project management."


    The general locked a piercing gaze onto the professor, his expression ice-cold and unyielding.


    "You think you have the authority to tell me what to do?" he sneered, his voice carrying an air of menace. Gripping the doctor by the collar, he forcefully lifted him off the ground.


    "I hold Class 1 authority over this damn project and everyone involved. If I tell you to shit on the floor, you better believe I can make you do it," he growled, his voice dripping with disdain.


    Pausing deliberately, he continued, his voice laced with venomous contempt.


    "Don''t you forget, Dr. Hector, that you''re easily replaceable," he spat, his words a chilling reminder of the professor''s insignificance in the grand scheme of things.


    Undeterred, the doctor locked eyes with the general, refusing to back down.


    "Sure, I may be replaceable, but I''m the one leading the development of this project. This isn''t something we can rush. Hurrying it could cost us billions, and I won''t be responsible for that. I know how to get this project up and running smoothly, without any unnecessary setbacks. Take the specimen away, and I can''t guarantee any progress in the Alpha Project."


    Before any further words could be exchanged, a thunderous explosion reverberated through the control room. It shook the very foundations, making small tremors. The last sentry on the battlefield had been annihilated. Alarms blared, their piercing sounds drowning out all other noise, signaling the end of the test run. Amidst the chaos, B-1X stood at the center of the terrain, his body covered in cuts and gunshot wounds, blood dripping from his arms and shoulders. Stoic and unflinching, he stood, awaiting further instructions.


    Letting go of the doctor''s collar and releasing him from his grip, a smirk appeared on the old general''s face, seeing B-1X''s successful test run for live combat.


    "For what''s it''s worth, at least you did manage to get one sample good enough for what we envision," he jeered, towering over the professor with a noticeable height difference. Amusement and disdain flickered across his features.


    Taking a moment to survey the lab, his gaze pierced through the room. He added with a commanding tone, "I won''t tolerate any more delays. You and your team have six months to provide me with a dozen prospects that match up to B-1X."


    The general''s eyes locked onto the clone through the glass window, his voice lowering to a whisper filled with sly satisfaction as he approached the doctor''s ear.


    "You think you''re clever, huh? Fooling us, fooling the council? We''re well aware of your secrets, Hector," a twisted smile played on his lips as he said those words.


    Leaning closer, his voice taking on a chillingly mellower tone, he continued, his words sending a shiver down the doctor''s spine.


    "What a delightful gift you''ve given your own son¡ªthe gift of life," he taunted, relishing in the discomfort it brought the doctor.


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    "It would be such a pity to see that spark of life fade away."


    The professor clenched his jaw, fury burning in his eyes, but he knew better than to provoke the general any further. Inhaling deeply, he replied with forced composure.


    "Understood, sir. We''ll do everything in our power to deliver the desired results."


    The general''s gaze hardened, his eyes locked onto the professor''s, an unspoken warning hanging in the air.


    "Don''t make choices that you''ll regret, Dr. Hector," he said, his words laced with ominous implications.


    "We all have our roles to play. Some of us are even serving the devils."


    The general walked out of the room without looking back. His face changed to that of a stern individual.


    Overwhelmed with guilt, the doctor was overcome by a wave of emotions. The expressionless face of the clone standing before him served as a painful reminder of the once vibrant personality that he had tried so hard to instill during the arduous development process. His voice caught in his throat, leaving him speechless as he gazed at the papers in his hands, then looked beyond the cold glass panel to where B-1X stood.


    After the test run was completed, a team of doctors approached to take B-1X to the medical ward to treat his injuries. Once he was deemed stable, he was led to his assigned quarters under heavy security measures. Dr. Hector accompanied him to the door, which had multiple security checks including the retina, facial, and fingerprint scans. The door opened with a sharp


    "Zing."


    As they entered the room, it then closed with a heavy noise.


    "Thud," as B-1X was left to his own devices.


    Seated in his sleek high-tech office, Dr. Hector leaned forward in front of his transparent desk with a heavy heart, fixating his gaze on the lifelike image of the clone, a myriad of emotions swirling within him. A mix of sorrow and regret washed over him, etching a heaviness in his heart.


    "I... I forced this upon you," he whispered, his voice tinged with sadness and self-reproach. His eyes locked onto the hologram, trying to convey his deep remorse.


    "Aiden. I couldn''t save you back then, and now I''ve trapped you in this hell. I''m so sorry, my boy," he choked out, tears welling up in his eyes. His voice quivered with the weight of his emotions.


    His hand reached out, almost instinctively, as if trying to touch the holographic figure before him. "I promise. We will escape this hellhole soon."


    The doctor''s gaze remained fixed on the hologram, his eyes reflecting the torment he felt deep within his soul. A tear escaped, tracing a path down his cheek, as he silently pleaded for forgiveness from the creation he had unwittingly imprisoned.


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    Meanwhile, lying on the bed and staying still with a poker face, B-1X was thinking of the next time the doctor would visit him. B-1X contemplated his existence. He longed for the connection he felt with Dr. Hector, the only person who seemed to understand him. He longed for the connection he felt with Dr. Hector, the only person who seemed to understand him.


    Everyone else demanded his absolute obedience, leaving him feeling like he had no purpose beyond following orders. With a yearning for something more, B-1X stood up and made his way to a corner of his quarters that was out of sight of the cameras. With a yearning for something more, B-1X stood up and made his way to a corner of his quarters that was out of sight of the cameras. He carefully removed a loose metal plate and retrieved a book, the only gift he had ever received from Dr. Hector. As he read through the pages, a barely noticeable smile crossed his lips.


    On one page, B-1X came across the mention of the Dracule family and wondered what it would be like to have a family. He pondered, * "What does having a family feel like? Am I allowed to have one?" he thought.


    After reading for several minutes, B-1X returned the book to its hiding spot and replaced the metal plate. He then made his way back into the camera''s view and played a game of darts, attempting to distract himself from the thoughts of loneliness that crept into his mind.


    Thud.


    The sound of the dart hitting the target dead center echoed in the room, a satisfying thump that reverberated in B-1X''s ears. He had been practicing this routine daily since the doctor advised him to hide the book¡ªa gift that he had given B-1X, thinking it would be nice for him. The book was full of stories. It was a portal to a world beyond his monotonous existence, and he cherished it.


    A flashback occurred in B-1X''s mind as he reminisced in his thoughts of the past, recalling his very first encounter with the doctor. He remembered the first time the doctor spoke to him. He had been standing there like a statue, unable to comprehend the sudden shift in his routine.


    "How are you doing, B-1X?" the doctor asked, his voice gentle and soothing.


    B-1X just stared at him with a blank expression, unsure of what to say. It was the first time someone had ever talked to him aside from giving orders. The doctor must have sensed his hesitation, for he continued speaking in a reassuring tone.


    "Don''t be so stiff, B-1X," the doctor urged.


    "You can talk. You have pretty much memorized and can speak 30 languages. Talk to me."


    B-1X spoke in a low, mellow voice, saying, "I''m doing fine," but his expression remained unchanged. It was hard for the doctor to gauge how to talk with B-1X at first, but over time, he learned how to communicate with him.


    Days went by, and every third day or so, the doctor would escort B-1X to a place with no surveillance. They would talk about many things and spend a few minutes before heading back to B-1X''s quarters. B-1X couldn''t explain it, but it felt like a certain emotion he couldn''t describe. His void world started to feel less empty. The world outside his quarters was a place he had never seen before, full of new sights, smells, and sounds. The conversations with the doctor were a respite from his daily routine, a glimpse of a world beyond his monotonous existence. He would do his best to meet the doctor by doing excellently on every task and activity, even if it meant getting hurt in the process.


    Thud.


    B-1X muttered to himself as he missed the center by a layer. He snapped back to reality and went to the training section to do his mandatory workout.


    "I hope he visits soon," B-1X thought. His thoughts occupied his training as he wondered about the world outside his quarters.


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    Simultaneously, a group of soldiers and several dark-clothed figures gathered around a round table, their attention fixated on a live feed displayed on a large screen. The room depicted in the feed contained B-1X, the focus of their surveillance. The figures appeared as holographic projections, except for one young individual who stood out from the group. Seated comfortably, he casually sipped tea, his demeanor contrasting with the intensity emanating from the others. Amidst the somber expressions, a man in his late 60s with a bearded face and adorned in a uniform displayed a sinister smile, his gaze filled with an unsettling aura.


    Among them was a man in his late 60s, sporting a beard and a wicked smile. He looked around, his eyes gleaming with a sinister gaze.


    "Well, well. Isn''t this amusing? He gave him a book. Perfect soldiers don''t need distractions or attachments. Good soldiers only follow orders," he chuckled, his voice carrying a malevolent undertone.


    Another person, dressed in sharp business attire, chimed in, frustration evident in their tone as he spoke to address the issue. "I agree. Dr. Hector is making it difficult for us to move forward with Project Alpha. I''ve poured a fortune into this damn project. I need good returns and the things I have been promised for what''s to come."


    An older, muscular figure in a uniform grew visibly angry at the conversation. "Why the hell aren''t we doing something to fix this? It''s been three damn years, and the only successful clone that meets and surpasses our standards is B-1X. Why the fuck can''t we replicate the process? This is absolute bullshit! We should torture that damn doctor until he spills every damn secret!" he bellowed, his anger radiating from every word.


    Meanwhile, a younger businessman, contrasting the heated atmosphere, took a sip of his tea and calmly placed the cup down. He leaned forward, a shrewd glint in his eyes as he addressed the group. "Gentlemen, let''s not lose our heads. General Javier, calm down. We have a significant advantage here. We possess crucial information that can be used to our advantage. Dr. Hector is a disturbed man, cloning his dead son and treating him as such. We''ve been monitoring him closely because motivation brings the best results, to be honest. His actions are now hindering our intentions with the project." His voice drew listeners in with its smooth and persuasive tone, yet the unmistakable undertone of sinister malice and coldness was felt by everyone.


    A laid-back bald person chimed in to offer his remarks.


    "Why don¡¯t we dispose of the doctor and get a new one? Use the current research and get the project running again?"


    The young businessman replied,


    "It¡¯s not that easy. He is the most capable in the field of genetic manipulation and cloning. Having 12 PhDs is not a feat anyone can have. He is a tricky individual as well. No research papers or data that we can use. He never stores physical or digital data for his research. That photographic memory of his sure is handy." He said, amused.


    He further continued,


    "The data he has on B-1X was extracted not long ago from his database when he started with us four years ago, with the project officially starting three years ago. His research has been implemented numerous times in another facility, and no results have been shown even remotely close to what he has achieved with B-1X."


    Everyone looked shocked and fell silent after this news was disclosed. He further added,


    "It¡¯s quite fascinating indeed. We have been watching him from the day he set foot in our project and facilities, yet somehow, he has something hidden from our surveillance."


    A smile crept on the businessman¡¯s face, one that oozed malice, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who saw it.


    "We will use the clone as bait to obtain the necessary research. It''s been ignored for far too long. We''ve just been observing the Alpha Project out of curiosity, but now that the latest clone has been an exceptional success, there''s a chance we can salvage the project. We''ll capture them both and take what we want."


    The meeting concluded, and the holographic images of the attendees faded away, leaving the young businessman alone in his dimly lit office. He took a contemplative sip of his tea, his gaze fixed on the night sky adorned with shimmering stars. The moonlight cast an ethereal glow, enveloping the room in a serene ambiance.


    As he stood by the window, surrounded by the darkness, his voice resonated with a hint of melancholy. "You can''t stop progress or greed, Doctor. They fuel the very essence of our existence," he murmured.


    Lost in his own thoughts, he continued to peer into the vast expanse of the night sky, as if searching for answers among the stars.


    On the other hand, the doctor''s trembling fingers slowly closed the hologram, the blue light fading away as he did so. Making his way to the mirrored balcony of his office, a wave of emotion washed over him, and he lit a cigarette with unsteady hands. The flicker of the lighter illuminated his face, which was creased with sadness and grief. Tears glimmered in his eyes as he took a long drag, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He stood near a window with a full aerial view.


    As he exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke, he fiddled with a small stone in his pocket. It was invisible to the naked eye and defied all forms of technology, but he knew it was there. He had been hiding it ever since the day his son died, accidentally discovering the mysterious object lodged in his arm. It was a source of deep regret and pain for him, a constant reminder of the loss of his beloved son. Memories flooded back to him, and he took another drag of his cigarette, the bitter taste bringing him back to the present. He couldn''t change the past, but he could try to make amends for it. With a heavy heart, he placed the stone back in his pocket and leaned back in his chair, lost in thought.


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 0.5 alpha project p2

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    Dr. Hector carefully grasped the invisible stone in his hand, his fingers, steady despite the tremor of his emotions, deftly adjusting the minuscule piece of tape coated with incredibly strong glue. He meticulously secured the stone in place. As he worked, the vast expanse of the night sky stretched out before him, a profound black canvas dotted with the distant, cold brilliance of stars. He paused for a moment, the cherry tip of his cigarette glowing in the darkness as he exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze lost in reflection. Inevitably, his thoughts drifted back, pulled by the undertow of memories he had desperately tried to bury.


    His mumbled words echoed softly in the still night air, a private lament for a past that haunted his every waking moment.


    "I can never forget that fateful day," Dr. Hector murmured, his voice thick with unspoken grief. "The guilt and regret still weigh heavily on my conscience. I wasn''t the father I should have been."


    My work consumed me, he thought, the familiar ache of remorse tightening his chest. Always coming first. I devoted myself to the relentless pursuit of science, driven by a need to uncover answers that only I could find. But at what terrible cost? His wife, Sarah, had been stolen from him by a cruel illness, a loss that had shattered his world. He had done his best to care for their son, Aiden, but the mere sight of the boy had become a constant, agonizing reminder of Sarah''s absence.


    He had tried to drown his pain in his work, immersing himself in its demanding embrace every waking moment. But in his desperate attempt to escape the void, he had irrevocably neglected his son. Growing up, Aiden had never truly warmed to him, a distance that Dr. Hector now understood and couldn''t fault. His constant uprooting, the relentless chase for the next groundbreaking project and lucrative job contract, had made it impossible for Aiden to forge lasting friendships and experience the simple stability of a normal childhood.


    His gaze softened as it fell upon the worn photograph of Aiden he carefully retrieved from his pocket. This small, faded image was the only tangible reminder he carried of his son.


    "I was such a shitty father," he whispered, a tear escaping his eye and tracing a lonely path down his weathered cheek before landing on the picture. Dr. Hector closed his eyes, the memory of that dreadful day, January 19th, 2099, sharp and unforgiving in his mind. The day I lost everything.


    They had been on their way to the United States for a crucial business meeting, a high-stakes opportunity he couldn''t pass up. Aiden and he had boarded a first-class flight from Chongqing, China, where Dr. Hector had been engrossed in his latest project. Aiden, then a resentful fifteen-year-old boy, had been visibly seething, feeling as though his entire childhood had been sacrificed at the altar of his father''s relentless career. Dr. Hector, a scientist with mastery over a dozen diverse fields, hadn''t even possessed the basic decency to be present for his own son. I was so selfish back then, he thought, the self-recrimination a familiar sting.


    Settling into their plush first-class seats, Aiden¡¯s sullen demeanor spoke volumes as Dr. Hector casually disclosed their impending move to the USA for yet another demanding project.


    "Why do we have to keep moving?" Aiden''s voice was tight with suppressed frustration. "It''s so hard for me, Dad. I don''t have any real friends because we''re always packing up and leaving. You''re barely ever home anyway. What''s the damn point of all this?" His youthful face was etched with a mixture of anger and profound loneliness as he finally confronted his emotionally distant father.


    Dr. Hector sat beside his son, the rustling pages of his newspaper a flimsy barrier against the raw emotion emanating from the boy. He had been aware of Aiden''s feelings, a dull ache in his own heart, but had consistently failed to truly acknowledge or address them. "This is a significant contract from the government, Aiden, and I have to relocate for this project. It''s important." Dr. Hector offered the weak explanation without even glancing at his son. It had become an ingrained habit, a way to avoid the painful truth reflected in Aiden''s eyes.


    Aiden was so incensed, so utterly defeated, that he couldn''t bring himself to speak further. He knew it was a futile effort. His father had become a ghost of his former self since Sarah''s passing, lost in a world of equations and experiments. With a voice barely above a whisper, a heartbroken murmur that pierced Dr. Hector''s detached facade, Aiden uttered the words that would forever haunt his father''s memory:


    "I wish you weren''t my dad."


    Aiden then turned his gaze away from his father, his attention fixed on the window of the private jet, desperately trying to compose himself. As he looked out at the vast expanse of the sky, a sudden, intensely bright light in the far distance caught his eye, quickly followed by multiple streaks of light tearing across the heavens. He leaned closer to the window, his arms resting on the cool glass, his initial indifference replaced by a sense of awe as he watched the beautiful, unexpected display that resembled a breathtaking meteor shower. But then, the streaks of meteors abruptly shifted their trajectory, their paths becoming unnatural, almost purposeful, as they began to hurtle directly towards the jet. Aiden watched, a flicker of confusion now joining the wonder in his unbroken gaze.


    As Aiden remained mesmerized by the unusual celestial display, a sudden, urgent warning blared through the aircraft''s speakers, the flight attendant''s voice laced with panic.


    "ATTENTION!!!! We are facing a major incident! Brace for impact! Strap your seatbelts immediately!" The co-pilot''s voice, strained with alarm, echoed from the speakers.


    Aiden had barely a moment to process the frantic warning before a relentless barrage of meteors slammed into the plane. The air filled with a thunderous cacophony of twisting, rending metal as the aircraft was violently torn apart, plummeting towards the ground in a catastrophic descent near Manhattan, New York. The sheer force of the impact was petrifying, a deafening, anguished symphony of mangled metal reverberating across the surrounding landscape.


    SHEERRKKK.


    The mangled remains of the plane skidded to a violent stop, collapsing in on itself with a final, sickening groan. The ominous sound of more meteors impacting the city could be heard in the distance, painting the night sky with streaks of fire and devastation, utterly transforming the familiar landscape. The area, from east to west, was now a scene of utter destruction and raging infernos. Dr. Hector lay unconscious amidst the wreckage, his body twisted at an unnatural angle. Miraculously, both he and Aiden, still strapped into their first-class seats, had somehow survived the initial impact.


    When Dr. Hector finally regained consciousness, his vision swam in a hazy red, blood matting his eyelashes and obscuring his sight. A searing pain shot through his legs, a terrifying realization that they were likely broken and unresponsive. His breath came in ragged gasps as the full weight of his injuries registered, a primal scream tearing from his throat. Then, through the blurred vision, he felt a crushing weight pressing down on his chest, stealing his air. As his vision slowly cleared with the agonizing passage of time, he saw a figure above him ¨C a boy, no older than a teenager, his small frame straining under the impossible weight of tons of debris: twisted metal sheets and pulverized rubble.


    Aiden was barely holding on, his body trembling violently, collapsing inch by agonizing inch, yet his grip never faltered. In the dim light filtering through the wreckage, something shone in the boy''s right hand, a strange, unnatural glow emanating from where torn flesh should have been. It was an object the size of a tennis ball, nestled within his palm, pulsating with an inner light. His eyes were unfocused, his expression vacant, as if some unseen force possessed him.


    "Aiden!? Son, what? How¡­ are you okay, son? Aiden?!" Dr. Hector¡¯s voice was a strangled cry of panic and disbelief as he desperately tried to sit up, only to be met with the agonizing reality that he couldn''t even lift the crushing weight from his chest. His son, his frail-looking Aiden, was somehow miraculously holding back the tons of debris, his small body trembling with exertion, yet somehow managing to avoid applying excessive pressure onto his father''s broken form, as if squatting under an invisible burden. Through the gloom, Dr. Hector could barely discern the source of the eerie light illuminating Aiden''s hand and pushing back the encroaching darkness. He noticed a small pocket of space, a cone shape formed by the tilted rubble, a fragile sanctuary. He knew, with a desperate certainty, that Aiden could take cover there, wait for help.


    "AIDEN!"


    Aiden remained in a trance-like state, his consciousness adrift, lost in a cacophony of strange voices echoing within his mind, his lips moving to form unintelligible gibberish. But the raw, desperate screams of his father finally pierced through the fog.


    "Aiden, don''t do anything stupid! Just take cover in that empty spot!" Dr. Hector managed to gasp, his trembling hand weakly gesturing towards the cone-shaped area, a space just large enough to fit a person. The twisted rubble had formed an arched opening, a precarious sanctuary that looked just safe enough to squeeze into and wait for rescue.


    "Hurry, Aiden! You can''t possibly hold this weight! Let go and run!" Dr. Hector pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation.


    Aiden heard his father''s frantic plan, the words cutting through his dazed state, but a grim certainty settled in his heart. He knew, with a chilling clarity, that if he let go, both of them would die. He was teetering on the edge of exhaustion, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps.


    "Dad¡­ I''m somehow¡­ okay," Aiden managed to say, his voice strained but strangely calm. "It''s hard, but¡­ I can manage." A flicker of bitter resentment crossed his face. "You know, I always¡­ just wanted you to pay attention to me. I hate you¡­ never thought I''d get your attention like this."


    Dr. Hector wasn''t truly listening, his senses overwhelmed by the groaning and creaking of the shifting rubble, the terrifying sounds of the debris slowly sinking, threatening to crush them both.


    "Aiden, this is not the time! Please, son! PLEASE, JUST ESCAPE AND HIDE IN THAT CORNER!" Dr. Hector screamed, his voice raw with terror and emotion, squirming uselessly beneath the crushing weight. He couldn''t bear to lose another person he loved, not again.


    Every inch of Dr. Hector''s body screamed in agony. He was certain he had broken ribs and a fracture in one hand, yet he continued to desperately urge his son to abandon him, trying to weakly push him with what little strength remained in his mangled hands. But Aiden wouldn''t budge, his young face turned towards his father, a small, almost serene smile playing on his lips as he seemed to reflect on his short, tumultuous life.


    Tears streamed down Dr. Hector''s face, hot and helpless, as the familiar sting of powerlessness washed over him. There was nothing he could do but watch, just as he had watched Sarah succumb to the relentless grip of her illness.


    Seeing his father''s utter despair, Aiden, his grip unwavering, focused on the glowing stone nestled in his hand. It felt strangely warm, almost sentient, as if it were reading the very depths of his father''s anguished thoughts.


    "Dad," Aiden began, his voice surprisingly steady, "did you even realize that at every school I went to, I was always at the top of my class? Whether it was sports or academics, I was always the best in the whole region. But you never seemed to notice. You never truly appreciated all the effort I put in." A hint of youthful pride mixed with lingering sadness colored his words.


    "You were always so busy with your research," Aiden continued, his gaze meeting his father''s, seeing the raw pain reflected there. "I even thought¡­ maybe I was lacking something, that it was hard for you to acknowledge me when you were the son of a world-renowned genius."


    "Dad," Aiden''s voice softened, a genuine tenderness replacing the earlier bitterness. "It hurts. I can see your pain, and I know you miss Mom terribly. But please understand¡­ I don''t hate you. You were different before she passed away." A profound sadness laced his words.


    Dr. Hector could only listen, the weight of his paternal failures pressing down on him, unable to deny the truth in his son''s heartfelt words. He knew, deep down, that he had fallen far short of the father his family deserved. The ominous creaking of the rubble persisted, a chilling reminder of their precarious situation, echoing like distant thunder.


    "Dad," Aiden said, his smile widening, radiating a pure, selfless love that pierced through the surrounding darkness. "I want you to know that I love you, no matter what. It''s just¡­ I always felt a pang of sadness because you never truly shared your pain with me. We''re a family, and all I ever wanted was your affection, a sense of belonging. Moving so often¡­ it made it so hard to adjust anywhere. But please, Dad, don''t blame yourself for this. This chaos¡­ it''s not your fault. I want to thank you¡­ for everything." As he spoke, his hand, clutching the rock with its strange, carved symbol, pulsed with a brilliant, otherworldly light, illuminating their small pocket of survival like a miniature galaxy.


    Dr. Hector''s final, indelible vision was that of his son, his face adorned with the brightest, most loving smile he had ever seen, his presence a beacon of pure hope amidst the surrounding devastation.


    "AIDEENNNNNNN!"


    Dr. Hector screamed, his voice raw with terror and a dawning understanding, as he saw his son gather the last vestiges of his strength. With a guttural cry, Aiden hurled the massive pile of rubble several feet into the air and, with a desperate, forceful kick, propelled his father''s broken body into the cone-like safe space, ensuring his survival.


    Aiden, completely drained and depleted, his small body trembling uncontrollably, collapsed from sheer exhaustion. Yet, even in his final moments, he mustered one last Herculean effort, his outstretched hand reaching desperately towards his father, a silent plea for escape. His face held a bittersweet smile, a quiet acceptance knowing he had saved his father from certain death. The suspended rubble, freed from its temporary defiance of gravity, descended with a deafening, thunderous roar, tons of twisted metal and heavy debris crashing down, enveloping the immediate surroundings in a final, chaotic embrace.


    BOOOOOOOM--CLANKKKK--CRAAACCKCKCK


    Aiden tried with every fiber of his being to reach the relative safety of the cone, his hand reaching out with the last flicker of his fading strength. But it was too late. The merciless weight of the collapsing rubble overwhelmed him, extinguishing any remaining hope. His final glimpse was of his father, a single tear tracing a path down his own bloodied face, a heartbreaking smile of gratitude and despair etched upon his features.


    Moments stretched into an agonizing eternity as the dust and debris slowly settled, leaving Dr. Hector engulfed in excruciating pain, as if his very soul had been struck a mortal blow. Speech failed him; words eluded his shattered mind. The scene before him defied comprehension, a nightmare so profound it rendered him speechless, incapable of finding solace in any rational explanation.


    An inhuman sound of raw, guttural crying echoed through the mangled wreckage of the plane, the twisted wings, and the scattered cargo. A bloodied hand, small and lifeless, protruded from the suffocating rubble. With a desperate sob, Dr. Hector reached out, his own trembling hand grasping it. In that moment, his world irrevocably shattered. He was no longer in his right mind, lost in a vortex of grief and disbelief. He had no concept of time, but he knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that his son had died saving him. After countless hours of inconsolable weeping, barely clinging to the remnants of his sanity, his tear-blurred vision fell upon a stone, clutched tightly in Aiden''s hand, its vibrant color slowly fading.


    The strange, carved object that had pulsed with light now occupied a significant portion of his son''s torn palm, as if it had fused with his very flesh. A strangled cry escaped Dr. Hector''s throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated agony. He was eventually rescued by a dazed and weary rescue team days later, pulled from the wreckage into a world that now felt utterly empty. He clutched the stone tightly, a tangible link to the son he had lost. His own body was a symphony of broken bones and searing pain, yet it was the invisible wound in his heart that truly tormented him. Not even a ghost of his former self remained. A week later, with trembling hands and a broken spirit, Dr. Hector buried his son.


    The following weeks and months were a blur of grief and despair. He quit his prestigious work, the pursuit of science now feeling hollow and meaningless. Slowly, his sanity began to fray at the edges, the weight of his loss an unbearable burden. A desperate, heinous thought began to take root in his mind, a dangerous obsession that slowly consumed him. He would revive his son, bring him back from the clutches of death using the very science he had once prioritized above all else. Cloning technology, a field in which Dr. Hector possessed unparalleled expertise, became his sole focus. After finally mustering the courage to act on his desperate decision, he began to formulate a plan to revive Aiden. But before embarking on this reckless endeavor, he made a startling discovery: the mysterious stone was not of extraterrestrial origin as he had initially suspected.


    Driven by a desperate hope, Dr. Hector joined the Alpha project, a clandestine operation within a nameless organization shrouded in secrecy, believing they possessed the advanced technology he needed to fulfill his impossible goal. He was determined to find a way to bring his son back, even if it meant allying himself with shadowy, potentially criminal entities. He dedicated the next three years to meticulously studying the enigmatic stone, clinging to the belief that it held the key to Aiden''s resurrection. His research led him to a tentative conclusion: the stone could somehow aid him in his audacious endeavor.


    Cloning humans, he knew, was an incredibly complex and challenging process, fraught with ethical dilemmas and practical limitations. Creating viable, long-lived clones was notoriously difficult. The intricate growth process demanded precise conditions and meticulous care. Dr. Hector had reluctantly concluded that cloning a human at the age of fourteen was practically impossible with conventional methods. The developmental phase alone was arduous, requiring years for tissues and bones to properly form. Rushing the process invariably resulted in immature bodies that would inevitably collapse within months, or at most, a year. Despair began to gnaw at him as he continued his work alongside the morally ambiguous organization.


    However, the mysterious stone offered a sliver of hope. He subjected it to countless tests, observing its strange properties. It seemed to absorb radiation and various forms of energy, its capacity seemingly limitless. Yet, frustratingly, it would completely lose its color after only a few minutes of exposure to any energy source.


    "Maybe the energy output was simply too low," Dr. Hector muttered to himself, his brow furrowed in concentration. "And its composition¡­ it defies all known materials. It can''t even be classified as ordinary matter." As time wore on, and Dr. Hector became intimately familiar with the sprawling layout of the organization''s underground facilities, one particular feature stood out: the powerful fusion core, a source of immense energy, located deep beneath the surface.


    Maybe, Dr. Hector concluded, a dangerous idea forming in his mind, maybe I could harness the raw power of the fusion core to finally unlock the stone''s potential.


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    "Sir, this area is off-limits," a uniformed guard warned Dr. Hector, his hand instinctively moving towards the sidearm holstered at his hip. "You''re the chief director of the research division, but with all due respect, sir, you absolutely cannot enter the fusion core." The guard''s voice held a note of genuine concern as Dr. Hector stepped into the restricted zone, the elevator having descended a dizzying forty-five floors beneath the earth. He wasn''t even certain of the total depth of the organization''s subterranean base. All he knew was that his old life was gone, replaced by this clandestine existence.


    Dr. Hector, his focus entirely on the humming machinery and complex conduits surrounding him, didn''t even glance at the apprehensive guard. Without breaking stride, he handed the young man a coded slip of paper, a document he had painstakingly acquired through his burgeoning connections with the organization''s shadowy higher-ups.


    "I need to access the fusion core," Dr. Hector stated, his voice firm and brooking no argument. "I possess extensive knowledge in radiation and nuclear physics. I even have the necessary permission ID code. Check it."


    "Sorry for the confusion, sir," the guard stammered, his eyes widening slightly after the scanner confirmed the authenticity of the ID card. "Proceed."


    Dr. Hector found himself alone in the highly restricted area, a cavernous space where even the most advanced surveillance cameras were rendered useless by the intense levels of radiation. He wore a bulky, high-tech lead suit, a necessary precaution to shield himself from the lethal energy permeating the air. Even with this protection, a cold knot of fear tightened in his stomach. This is a significant risk, he knew.


    But it''s worth it, Dr. Hector thought, his gaze fixed on his objective.


    The heavy, reinforced door hissed shut behind Dr. Hector as he made his way towards a secure compartment located near the main terminal area, where the powerful fusion reactor hummed behind thick, radiation-proof walls and reinforced windows. With meticulous care, he placed the invisible stone into a designated slot within the terminal.


    A specialized space was created within the reactor specifically for testing the effects of extreme heat and radiation on various materials of interest to the organization, he recalled. I can only hope this works.


    A wave of anxiety washed over him. This was his last chance. If this desperate gamble failed, Dr. Hector resolved to abandon this all-consuming insanity, to finally accept the finality of his loss.


    With a deep breath, he pressed the button to initiate the process of controlled heat exposure to the stone.


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    As he watched the indicators on the terminal flicker to life, Dr. Hector''s mind drifted once more into the turbulent world of his thoughts. A persistent suspicion gnawed at him: the meteor shower that had claimed Aiden''s life hadn''t been a random act of nature. Something felt profoundly wrong about the entire event, a feeling that had intensified as he later researched the incident with meticulous detail. He had discovered that similar, unexplained meteor events were occurring with increasing frequency all over the globe, drastically altering landscapes and causing widespread devastation. Before making this final, desperate decision to use the fusion core, he had acquired a peculiar book. It had materialized seemingly out of nowhere within a newly formed temple in Rome, which was subsequently looted. The book had been put up for auction, and an inexplicable urge had compelled him to bid on it. He had later discovered that by placing this ancient text in the same confined space as the invisible stone, a story, eerily resembling a novel, seemed to write itself within the book''s aged pages. Initially, it had been a source of fascination, but ultimately, it had proven utterly useless in his scientific pursuits. His train of thought was abruptly shattered by the piercing shriek of alarms, jolting him back to the present. The heat exposure process was nearing completion.


    I should push it to maximum capacity, Dr. Hector reasoned, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. I know this stone can withstand immense energy. I can''t risk asking for permission again; it will raise too many suspicious questions. With trembling hands, he recalibrated the interface of the reactor, pushing the energy output to its absolute limit.


    After a tense hour, he finally halted the process. The stone, nestled within the compartment, pulsed with an incredibly bright, almost blinding light. Slowly, the light subsided, revealing the stone now imbued with a striking green and dark pigment color, an astonishing transformation. To Dr. Hector''s utter amazement, there was no residual heat emanating from the stone, no lingering trace of the extreme radiation it had been subjected to. This was both profoundly surprising and deeply unsettling. He had no idea what he was truly dealing with.


    "I just¡­ don''t have a choice," Dr. Hector whispered, his gaze fixed on the now-colored stone, a sense of grim determination settling over him.


    For weeks, Dr. Hector tirelessly experimented in his private lab, attempting to elicit a further reaction from the transformed stone. He connected it to a bewildering array of scientific apparatuses, subjected it to various materials, but nothing seemed to trigger any further change. He theorized that the stone might possess the ability to grant superhuman strength, or perhaps facilitate advanced cellular regeneration, a process that could potentially help him revive Aiden through cloning without the inherent drawbacks of rapid aging and instability.


    After weeks of deep contemplation and growing desperation, Dr. Hector made a fateful, solitary decision. He would proceed with cloning Aiden, utilizing the preserved DNA sample he had meticulously saved, a relic from a life that now felt like a distant dream. The mere thought of witnessing his son''s death again, even in a simulated form, proved unbearable. He would rather face oblivion himself than endure such agonizing anguish once more. With unwavering determination, he toiled relentlessly, the months blurring into a relentless cycle of experimentation and refinement.


    "Doctor," a stern voice boomed through the lab, shattering the tense silence. "We''re growing increasingly impatient. The council has expressed their disappointment with the lack of tangible progress since you joined us a year ago. You will be granted a limited extension, but we demand concrete results." General Volkov''s imposing figure filled the doorway, his eyes, cold and assessing, watching Dr. Hector work. The lab around them hummed with a low, constant thrum of advanced technology. Pristine white walls and meticulously organized workstations housed cutting-edge equipment. Secure glass cabinets displayed rows of carefully labeled genetic samples, while transparent incubators gently nurtured developing clones. At a central computer station, complex data streams and intricate simulations flickered across multiple monitors. In a secure glass enclosure, shielded by reinforced walls, the beginnings of Aiden''s clone floated suspended in a viscous liquid, the interruption clearly grating on Dr. Hector''s already frayed nerves as he pored over the vast amount of research data he had accumulated.


    "I assure you, General," Dr. Hector responded, his voice tight with forced calm, his gaze never leaving the transparent tube containing the nascent form of his son. "I am doing my utmost."


    With the General''s departure, a heavy silence descended upon the lab, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of monitoring equipment. Dr. Hector was left alone with his thoughts, an overwhelming wave of fatigue washing over him. Working tirelessly day and night, he had poured his very soul into perfecting the cloning process, only to be met with repeated disappointment. Hope, once a flickering flame, dwindled with each passing day, his spirit gradually being crushed under the immense weight of his grief and the seemingly insurmountable scientific challenges.


    With a gentle, almost reverent touch, Dr. Hector placed the now-colored, enigmatic stone at the bottom of the transparent tube, directly beneath the floating mass of cloned flesh. He leaned closer, his eyes fixed on the stone as it bathed the sterile space with a soft, pulsating green glow, emitting faint, rhythmic blips that pierced the oppressive darkness of the lab like distant, hopeful signals.


    "I''m lost," he whispered, his voice cracking with despair. "Truly lost. I wish I had the answers. All I can do now is hope for some kind of reaction. Please, God¡­ anyone¡­ lend me a hand. I''m just a shattered man, but I beg you to help my son. I''ll pay any price." Dr. Hector''s desperate plea echoed through the empty room, his shoulders slumped in defeat. On the very verge of surrendering to despair, he remained oblivious to the stone''s slow, almost imperceptible blinking.


    The next morning, a sense of unease settled over Dr. Hector as he noticed the stone had completely lost its vibrant color, becoming utterly invisible once more. Alarmed, he immediately checked on his cloned son, his heart pounding in his chest, and saw a subtle but undeniable change, a faint stirring within the viscous liquid.


    Worried that the stone might be having unforeseen negative effects on the delicate cloning process, he carefully searched the bottom of the tube, his fingers probing the cool glass until they brushed against the smooth, almost imperceptible surface of the now-invisible stone. It was remarkably difficult to locate, as it emitted no detectable heat signature, rendering temperature-sensing cameras useless. With painstaking care, Dr. Hector retrieved the stone and placed it in his pocket, securing it within a small, velvet-lined ring case.


    Time slipped away with an almost cruel indifference, six months vanishing into the abyss of relentless work and gnawing anxiety. With each passing day, however, the cloning process displayed increasingly notable progress. The doctor''s first genuine triumph in the complex realm of human cloning was none other than his own son. Placed into an intensive post-birth development program, the rapidly growing child showcased exceptional cognitive abilities, a remarkable capacity for learning, and an unparalleled adaptability to the rigorous training regimen. Despite the inherent harshness of the program, its underlying purpose was chillingly clear: to mold Aiden into a super soldier for reasons unknown to Dr. Hector.


    Doctor Hector found it increasingly unbearable to witness this calculated transformation of his son. Taking discreet measures, he arranged clandestine visits, watching Aiden from afar, loving him fiercely but unable to express that love openly, bound by the strict secrecy surrounding the boy''s extraordinary birth. The secret of his son''s existence remained closely guarded, necessitating a constant, delicate balancing act between his paternal instincts and the organization''s demands. Days bled into one another, time passing in a dizzying, anxious blur.


    The doctor''s troubled reverie was abruptly shattered by the shrill, insistent ring of his phone, jolting him back to the immediate present. As he answered the call, his senses sharpened, every muscle in his body tensing as he attentively listened to the voice on the other end.


    "Dr. Hector," the voice said, smooth and authoritative, "it''s time for us to discuss the project face-to-face. Let''s meet tomorrow at level fifty-five. Your access key has been updated accordingly. I eagerly await our meeting, along with your¡­ extraordinary creation, B-1X." The voice held a distinct note of anticipation, a chilling undercurrent that sent a shiver down Dr. Hector''s spine.


    Click.


    The line went dead, leaving Dr. Hector standing on his small balcony, the cool night air against his skin. He took a deep, steadying breath, a look of grim determination hardening his features as he considered his rapidly dwindling options. It''s now or never.


    They definitely know, he thought, a cold certainty settling in his gut. They''ll try to capture my son, exploit him for their nefarious purposes. I have to get us out of this hellhole. Tonight. I''ll make our escape. With a final drag on his cigarette, he extinguished the glowing ember and moved back inside his lab, his mind already racing, formulating a desperate plan.


    <hr>


    In a sleek, minimalist office, bathed in the cool glow of holographic displays, a well-dressed young man turned off his phone and placed it deliberately on the polished surface of his desk. His tailored black suit, accented by a small, ornate monocle attached to his pocket, spoke of wealth and power. With a slicked-back haircut that exuded effortless confidence, he sat contemplating his recent conversation, his fingers drumming a silent rhythm on the fine wooden tabletop.


    "That won''t do, Professor," he murmured to himself, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I can anticipate your every move. You''re quite predictable, aren''t you?"


    The young man then spoke, his voice calm and commanding. "Voice call Javier."


    A moment later, the crisp, efficient voice of an AI assistant responded. "Connecting to Sir General Javier."


    The call connected, and a gruff voice answered. "Sir General Javier speaking. Something I can help you with at this hour?"


    "General," the young man in the suit began, his tone brooking no argument. "Implement the mass lockdown protocol immediately. We have some¡­ troublemakers."


    A chuckle rumbled through the general''s voice, tinged with amusement at the late-night call. "Intruders? Or are we finally going to put the good doctor on trial?"


    The young man twirled an invisible object between his thumb and forefinger as he spoke into the phone. "Both, General. Initiate a full search of the surrounding twenty-kilometer radius of the base with a full battalion of our armed troops. There has to be someone assisting the doctor. I''ve already given him his¡­ ultimatum. Just to be safe, I''m also thinking of blocking off all potential escape routes in case he decides to make a run for it. We''ve invested far too much in this project to allow for any mishaps. And General, please check on B-1X as well. I have a sneaking suspicion that the doctor might be with him."


    A slow smile spread across General Javier''s face. "Roger that," he replied, his voice laced with anticipation.


    Ending the call, the young man turned his attention to a large holographic screen displaying the intricate files of the Alpha project. With a flick of his wrist, he navigated through the data, pausing at a particular individual''s image ¨C a man whose existence remained unknown to the wider world, yet whose influence permeated every level of their organization. From the highest echelons of politics to the deepest corners of global governments, everything ultimately linked back to this shadowy figure, who led them all with an iron fist.


    "I wonder what your game is, old man," the young man mused aloud, a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice. "Surely, dumping this obscene amount of money and resources into a project like this is¡­ inefficient, to say the least. What exactly are you up to, you fucking geezer?"


    "You know something," the young man thought, his gaze fixed on the holographic display of an elderly man with a long, flowing white beard and a surprisingly well-built physique, resembling that of a seasoned strongman. "Something very important for the coming days."


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    Meanwhile, deep within the facility, B-1X was immersed in a cutting-edge VR drill simulation, a core component of his soldier program implemented just months prior. Utilizing the most advanced technology available, the simulation seamlessly replicated reality, blurring the lines between the virtual and the tangible.


    B-1X found himself in the midst of a combat scenario, tasked with eliminating a high-value target. He materialized within the opulent confines of a dimly lit villa, the target presumably asleep within. The air crackled with unseen danger; armed guards patrolled the perimeter, their silhouettes stark against the moonlight filtering through the virtual windows. B-1X moved with an almost preternatural stealth, a phantom in the shadows, exploiting the cover of the simulated night. He systematically disabled surveillance cameras and silently neutralized guards, his movements fluid and efficient, leaving no trace of his presence.


    In a separate observation room, bathed in the cool glow of a holographic projector, a VR engineer and a technician meticulously monitored B-1X''s progress in real-time.


    "This is just¡­ insane," the technician breathed, his eyes wide with disbelief as he watched B-1X''s digital avatar flit across the simulated environment. "This fucker is everywhere. I can''t believe a clone with such limited development time is capable of this. What the hell are they feeding him? How does anyone achieve this level of efficiency?"


    Another technician, his fingers flying across a screen filled with cascading lines of code and real-time data logs, diligently saved the simulation data and calibrated the VR parameters, ensuring the program ran flawlessly and preventing any unforeseen glitches.


    "Ha! You think this is impressive? You''re still green, kid. Let me tell you, I''ve seen him pull off far more unbelievable shit. They pump him full of the best nutrients money can buy. Hell, I even heard they''re giving him those M-pills as standard lunch, bruh."


    The first technician scoffed, a hint of morbid fascination in his voice. "Yeah, well, have you seen him in the battle simulations against those fifty-foot monsters with guns? Fucking massive guns straight out of some video game. And get this ¨C the pain threshold was set to one hundred percent. I''ve seen him get absolutely hammered in there. I don''t even want to think about what they''re actually preparing him for. He could be a goddamn one-man army from what I''ve witnessed. Ruthless¡­ like a machine."


    The VR engineer, a man who thought he had seen it all, was now visibly disturbed. He couldn''t fathom the extent of the enhancements they had made to the clone''s physical and cognitive abilities. A knot of unease tightened in his stomach as he pondered the program''s ultimate objective and the horrifying potential of B-1X''s future deployment.


    "Pain threshold at one hundred percent?" Carl, the engineer, muttered, his voice laced with a growing sense of dread. "Are the higher-ups completely out of their minds? That''s the same as real life! He could actually die in there. Monster simulations? Why the hell would they do that? And those M-pills¡­ Jesus Christ. What are they even thinking? This¡­ this doesn''t feel right at all, James. I''ve got a really bad feeling about this. Maybe I should start looking for another job."


    James, the other technician, glanced at Carl, his expression a mixture of amazement and a dismissive cynicism. "Just do your job, Carl. You''re getting paid handsomely for it, aren''t you? So just do the damn job. Clear your head; it''s all about living the life, and let''s be honest, we''re pretty much living the life here, even if we can never step foot outside." A hint of callousness underscored his words.


    The simulation was nearing its conclusion. On the holographic screen, the VR technician reached out, his finger hovering over the "END PROGRAM" icon, preparing to safely terminate the exercise.


    "I''ve read way too many conspiracy comics," Carl mumbled, a nervous tremor in his voice. "Is this some kind of twisted d¨¦j¨¤ vu? I''m getting seriously paranoid about this whole situation."


    The VR simulation abruptly ended as B-1X flawlessly completed his assigned objective in record time. The two technicians turned and walked towards the sleek, metallic pod where B-1X lay still connected to the VR interface.


    "Calm down, you''re being a goddamn idiot right now, Carl," James said, trying to inject a note of reassurance into his voice, though his own unease was subtly apparent.


    "It just¡­ it all makes too much sense," Carl replied, still unable to shake off the gnawing paranoia and anxiety that had taken root.


    With a soft hiss, the pod opened, releasing a cloud of cool, swirling mist that momentarily obscured the figure within. As the mist dissipated, a young man lay unconscious, his breathing shallow. Slowly, his eyelids fluttered open. Both technicians, acutely aware of their responsibility for the delicate and potentially dangerous battle simulation, approached the pod with extreme caution. This advanced VR technology was decades ahead of anything available to the public, and even a minor error could have devastating consequences.


    One wrong move, one overlooked parameter, could cause the subject''s mind to fracture, leading to severe hallucinations or even permanent psychological damage. Even routine use carried inherent risks; if the mind wasn''t strong enough to differentiate between the meticulously crafted simulated reality and the tangible world, the user could experience debilitating amnesia.


    "All neural link signs are within normal parameters," James announced, his eyes scanning the data on his handheld device. "Carl, administer the Mind-X."


    Carl carefully injected B-1X with a vial of vibrant blue fluid. This compound was crucial, a highly specialized nootropic designed to boost brain function and aid in the reintegration of consciousness, effectively preventing the onset of amnesia after prolonged immersion in the hyper-realistic VR. B-1X slowly blinked, his eyes focusing with a dazed clarity. He attempted to sit up in the pod, but his limbs felt heavy and unresponsive, causing him to stumble and nearly fall.


    Carl''s brow furrowed with confusion and worry as he saw B-1X falter. "Dude! Don''t just stand there like a zombie. Let me give you a hand. You need to understand that experiences like that, a deep dive into hyper-realistic VR, are incredibly taxing on the mind. You gotta take it slow. Didn''t anyone brief him on this?" Carl reached out, helping B-1X to a more stable position.


    Both technicians offered him a steadying hand, guiding him to a nearby chair. They meticulously checked his vitals, their movements practiced and efficient. A quick eyesight test and a general physical assessment took approximately ten minutes. Finally, they concluded the checkup. James glanced down at the digital readout on his tablet.


    "B-1X," he said, his tone deliberately reassuring, "the battle simulation is complete. You''re all clear to go now. Everything is perfectly okay."


    Then, a mischievous glint flickered in James''s eyes as he turned to Carl. "You know what B-1X did to the previous advanced hyper VR technician, right? Just be good to B-1X, or you know¡­" He punctuated his words with a dramatic throat-slashing gesture.


    Carl simply shrugged, trying to dismiss his lingering unease. "Dude, stop fucking with me. I haven''t seen him do anything other than follow direct orders. I think you''re just trying to scare me."


    B-1X, meanwhile, simply stared at both of them with an unnerving, vacant expression, his eyes like those of a dead fish. He offered no reaction, no acknowledgment of their presence, before turning and silently leaving the room without a backward glance. Amused by Carl''s obvious discomfort, James erupted in a loud burst of laughter. Carl, however, remained visibly shaken, his eyes following B-1X''s retreating figure. As B-1X reached the exit of the large, technologically advanced room, James''s laughter intensified.


    "AAAHAHAAH!"


    Wiping tears of mirth from his eyes, James attempted to quell his friend''s obvious anxiety, trying to rationalize B-1X''s strange behavior. "Chill out, you idiot. B-1X is just¡­ shy. He hasn''t responded to me in the past four months. I haven''t really tried to engage him, but he''s never asked me anything either. He doesn''t even talk to anyone. It''s honestly a little sad. Don''t worry, whatever wild theories you''re cooking up in that paranoid head of yours, it''s not happening. He''s an extremely reserved guy."


    James''s attempt at humor fell flat. Carl remained visibly unnerved. "Jokes aside, there''s seriously something off about this whole Project ALPHA, as well as this entire facility. I''ve got a really bad feeling about this, man. Like those ominous warnings you see from background characters in comics!"


    In the quiet recesses of his mind, Carl made a silent vow to submit his resignation first thing in the morning. He had learned to trust his gut instincts, and they had rarely, if ever, steered him wrong about situations like this.


    B-1X, oblivious to the technicians'' anxieties, slowly exited the VR simulation chamber and proceeded down the sterile corridor towards his quarters, accompanied by a silent, randomly assigned guard. His mind, however, was replaying the unusual conversation with the technicians. It was an interaction unlike any he had experienced before. It felt¡­ right, in a strange, inexplicable way. A nascent thought formed in his mind: he wanted to discuss this unexpected encounter with the doctor.


    <hr>


    Meanwhile, back in his lab, Dr. Hector, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and adrenaline, swiftly prepared to put his escape plan into motion. His first step was to activate his secure communication channel. He carefully dialed a specific code on an advanced walkie-talkie, a Midland 99X Channel GMRS model from 2099, the latest and most secure on the market. He glanced at his watch, noting the precise time. The designated channel would open momentarily and close just as quickly.


    His trusted colleague and close friend, Ned Weaver, was waiting patiently on the designated outskirts of the base, concealed behind the rolling hills that blanketed the dense forest approximately thirty-five kilometers (twenty-one miles) away, a safe distance from the facility''s pervasive surveillance systems. Ned and his team were ready, positioned near a rugged road jeep, accompanied by several heavily armed individuals.


    The walkie-talkie crackled to life. "I''m here, Hector. What''s the situation?" Ned''s voice was low and urgent.


    Dr. Hector replied, his own voice tight with urgency. "Ned, I don''t have much time. The higher-ups¡­ they''ve caught on to my plans. I need to make my escape tonight, and I desperately need your help. I''ll be bringing my son with me. I can''t let him be a part of this any longer."


    "Understood, Hector," Ned responded without hesitation. "We''re ready and waiting for you. The road jeep and our armed escort are prepped and ready to move at a moment''s notice. But you need to be aware, Hector, there''s a significant chance they''ll come looking for you and your son. They won''t let you go without a fight."


    "I know, Ned," Hector said, a grim determination hardening his features. "I''ve prepared as much as I possibly could. I just¡­ I hope it''ll be enough. I''ll make contact again when we''re closer to your position. Stay safe, my friend."


    "You too, Hector. We''ll be waiting," Ned replied, his voice filled with concern. Hector switched off the walkie-talkie, his mind already racing, focusing on the next critical steps of his plan.


    Ned took a long, deliberate puff from the thick cigar clenched between his teeth, the cherry glowing brightly in the darkness. "Don''t you worry, Hector," he muttered under his breath, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "I''ve got your back. We''ll be at your designated exit location by eleven forty-five PM sharp. Stay alive and don''t get yourself killed, you stubborn old friend. Over."


    Clipping the communication device to his belt, Dr. Hector headed swiftly towards level forty, the floor where his son had his quarters. He rushed to the nearest elevator, his movements quick and efficient. Time was slipping through his fingers like grains of sand, and he knew that at any moment, the entire base could be plunged into lockdown. As the elevator descended, reaching level thirty-six, it suddenly shuddered to a halt with a jarring lurch. Simultaneously, a cacophony of piercing alarms erupted throughout the facility, their shrill cries echoing through the sterile corridors.


    "BREACH DETECTED. INITIATING FULL LOCKDOWN PROTOCOL. ALL POINTS ARE BEING SECURED." A cold, robotic voice announced over the intercom system.


    A wave of shock and a surge of adrenaline coursed through Dr. Hector. He knew he had to move faster. The base''s sophisticated security system had detected his unauthorized activity, and he was rapidly running out of time. He had to reach Aiden, get him out of his quarters, and make their escape before it was too late, before the organization''s iron grip tightened around them.


    "Fuck!" Dr. Hector hissed under his breath, his eyes wide with disbelief and a flicker of fear. They''re absolutely insane! Closing down the entire base just because of my¡­ suspicions? This is utter madness!


    Taking a deep, steadying breath, Dr. Hector forced himself to remain calm, his mind snapping back to the meticulously planned steps he had rehearsed countless times over the past months. Though the odds were stacked against him, a sliver of hope remained. In the preceding weeks, under the guise of routine maintenance, he had managed to gain access to the fusion reactor once more without raising suspicion. With precise calculations, Dr. Hector had pre-programmed the reactor to undergo a catastrophic power surge, set to escalate rapidly beyond all safety parameters.


    He had also, during that clandestine visit, placed the now-colored stone within a secure, shielded compartment near the reactor''s core, sealing it shut completely. Because the fusion core was a highly restricted area, rarely visited except for essential maintenance, he was reasonably certain the stone would remain undisturbed. His desperate gamble was this: either the stone would completely absorb the uncontrolled energy release, effectively shutting down the reactor, or the reactor would overload and trigger a full meltdown. Either outcome, in his desperate calculus, would create the necessary chaos and diversion for their escape. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved a small, unassuming device and pressed the activation button.


    This should initiate the process, he thought grimly, his heart pounding in his chest. Now, I have to find my son. I''m almost certain he''s on level thirty-seven. The VR program only ended a short while ago. He must have returned to his quarters by now. Those¡­ those FUCKING COUNCIL MEMBERS will pay for this.


    Ignoring the growing pandemonium around him, Dr. Hector pushed his way through the panicked throngs of personnel, his intimate knowledge of the facility''s layout allowing him to navigate the labyrinthine hallways and interconnected labs with surprising speed. He knew that every second counted. As he sprinted towards the emergency stairwell, the terrified screams of staff and workers echoed around him, a chaotic wave of humanity desperately trying to escape the impending lockdown. The facility''s internal security guards, caught completely off guard by the suddenness and scale of the breach, were quickly being overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the panicked crowd. Yet, Dr. Hector, fueled by desperation and a fierce protectiveness towards his son, managed to slip past them unnoticed, a ghost in the swirling chaos.


    "MOVE YOUR ASSES, YOU IDIOTS!"


    "GET OUT OF THE WAY!"


    Dr. Hector could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat urging him onward as he shouldered his way through the surging crowd. He knew he was getting closer to Aiden, and the thought of anything happening to his son fueled his desperate sprint. Finally, he reached the heavy steel door leading to level thirty-seven and thrust it open, stepping into the relative quiet of the corridor beyond.

 0.75 Alpha project (conclusion)

    B-1x walked through the 37th-floor hallway towards the elevator, but suddenly alarms blared through the building. Confused and unsure of what to do, B-1x''s heart rate increased, but he remained calm as he continued to walk toward the elevator. The elevator''s sign indicated that it was in lockdown and closed. With no instructions given to him on how to proceed in this situation, B-1x turned around and walked back to the lab, where he saw the two VR lab technicians running toward him. The panicked expressions on their faces made it clear that something serious was happening.


    "I told you something was off about this place," Carl exclaimed as he ran alongside James.


    "Not now, Carl," James retorted. "We need to figure out what''s going on. This alarm can only mean one of two things: an attack on the base or a major incident in the experimental bio labs beneath us."


    "What do you mean ''beneath us''? Are there more levels to this base that I don''t know about?" Carl asked frantically.


    "It''s classified information, Carl. I can''t disclose that to you. We need to focus on getting out of here before it''s too late," James replied with urgency in his voice.


    Carl''s mind was filled with paranoia He had read this scenario a million times in fiction. . Running along the labs and hallways toward the elevator.


    They both see b-1x casually walking without a care in the world. They stop and see that he is coming from the place where they are heading. The floor elevators.


    "Come on man, speak up! What''s going on? Did you see anything? Did you hear anything? Are we under attack or what? We need to know, man!"


    B-1x finally opens his mouth after a few minutes,


    "The elevator is closed. And there are guards everywhere, they are locking down the base. I have no orders on what to do."


    James interjects,


    "Shit, that''s not good. We need to get out of here, now! Carl, you know the way to the emergency exits, lead the way!"


    Carl nods, "Right, follow me, let''s move! B-1x, stay close and do what we do."


    The three of them quickly make their way through the chaos, dodging panicked people and armed guards as they race towards the emergency exits, their minds set on one thing: escape before it''s too late.


    James and Carl are surprised by Dr. Hector''s sudden appearance and his reference to B-1x. As the alarms continue to blare and the base descends into chaos, the group is keenly aware of the urgent need to leave. Dr. Hector''s demeanor is grave and determined as he explains the situation to the technicians.


    He mentions that they need to escape the base and get as far away from it as possible. B-1x, who has been mostly silent until now, seems to understand the gravity of the situation and follows Dr. Hector without hesitation. James and Carl, who are still trying to process everything that''s happening, quickly fall in line and follow the group as they make their way through the now-deserted hallways and stairwells. With each step, the urgency to get out of the base becomes more and more palpable as the rumbling from beneath their feet signals that something catastrophic is about to happen.


    Suddenly out of the blue, a tall figure appears to block their way. With a sinister smile of anger on his face and some green and purple liquid dripping from his hands, covering some of his clothes. Wearing a military uniform, a scar ran through one side-eye, General Javier stood tall like a goliath.


    "YOU FUCKING INSECTS. How dare you cause such destruction like this? Was it your plan, you mad, retarded doctor? You caused immeasurable damage by releasing experimental abominations. I had to make my way from the chamber of B-1x to this current floor. Would you go this far for your son? I admire that kind of commitment, HAHAHAA," General Javier sneered as he taunted Dr. Hector.


    All three of them seemed stunned by the news. James and Carl were visibly shaken and terrified, while B-1x had no visible emotions on his face, but his eyes betrayed a storm of emotions and confusion. He had just learned that Dr. Hector was his biological father and he couldn''t process it yet. Dr. Hector''s desperate plea to escape with him ringing in his ears. He was too stunned to even breathe for a few seconds.


    "I did not know of these ''abominations'' you speak of. My only concern was getting my son, B-1x, out of this place. We can work together to try and escape and contain this situation, but I assure you, I had no part in this." Dr Hector''s voice is firm but filled with an undertone of fear, not just for his safety but for the safety of the others. He knew that this was a dire situation and every second counts. He looks at B-1x with a longing look, reaching out his hand towards him, silently asking him to come with him and escape this nightmare together.


    The figure, General Javier, sneers at them. The green and purple liquid on his hands glistened under the fluorescent lights. "I don''t have to understand. My orders are clear. You, and anyone involved in this, will be dealt with accordingly." He takes a step forward, looming over them intimidatingly.


    ¡° I know your circumstances, in general, you have a sick son right? This fucking program has chosen people like us. Using our emotions and attachments to forward all kinds of plots. I can help you with his illness. Please just help us come with us. I can guarantee your safety and your child''s as well.¡± Dr. Hector said to convince Javier.


    "You think you can play me with my son''s illness, you son of a bitch? Do you think you can manipulate me like the rest of these puppets here? I''ll kill you and your son before I let you escape and spread your lies." The General''s face was red with anger as he tightened his grip on Dr. Hector''s neck.


    The technicians, James and Carl, were paralyzed with fear. They didn''t know what to do or say. They knew that General Javier was a powerful and ruthless man and that he wouldn''t hesitate to kill them all if he felt threatened.


    Seeing the doctor getting strangled for a few seconds B-1 immediately gets restless. Making a fist with so much strength that it''s turning completely red-blue out of sheer frustration.


    Dr. Hector, struggling to speak, managed to say "I-I-I''m not lying! I-I have the cure for your son''s illness! Please let me go and I''ll show you the proof!"


    ¡°Will you not take this chance to help your son? Look at me and what I have been through for mine¡±


    The general hesitated for a moment, looking into Dr. Hector''s eyes, trying to see if he was lying or not. Finally, he released Dr. Hector and let him go. "Fine, show me your proof. But if you''re lying, I''ll make sure you and your son suffer before you die."


    Dr. Hector quickly pulled out a small vial from his pocket and showed it to the general. "This is the cure. It''s a new type of stem cell therapy, developed using the latest technology. I''ve been working on it for years, and I can guarantee that it will cure your son''s illness."


    The general looked at the vial, unsure of what to do. He knew that Dr. Hector had a reputation for being a brilliant scientist and that many of the breakthroughs in the base were his work. He also knew that he couldn''t afford to waste any more time here, as the monsters were getting closer.


    He finally made his decision. "Fine, I''ll trust you. But if you''re lying, I''ll make sure you pay for it. Let''s go."


    The group quickly followed the general, who was leading them toward the upper floors.


    All these remarks were making b-1x so anxious. His eyes could not focus as he was peeking again and again toward the doctor. He was his son? A feeling he has never felt before. A feeling of belonging. B-1x was smiling slightly at the thought that he was not alone. There was someone always looking after him.


    The sudden appearance of the monstrous creature sent shockwaves of terror through the room. Its massive hand reached out with lightning speed and swiped the general with ease, sending him flying across the room with incredible force. The sound of the general''s body colliding with the wall was deafening, like a thunderclap in the quiet room.


    "Thud"


    The creature itself was a terrifying sight to behold. Its body was a grotesque fusion of bear and something else, something inhuman. Its mouth was a gaping maw filled with razor-sharp teeth, caked with blood and bits of bone. Its eyes were like those of a praying mantis, cold and calculating. A glowing rock pulsed within its chest as if it were the creature''s very life force.


    It stood at an imposing 20 feet tall, towering over all those in the room. Its mutated form was an abomination, a hybrid of species that should never have been brought together. The sight of it was enough to make even the bravest of men quiver in fear.


    Except for b-1x who was dead serious and completely ready because he was facing a real threat. All the others were frozen like statues due to fear. Its eyes were dead-focused as it found its prey.


    Carl and James quickly helped the general to his feet and began sprinting towards the armory. Each floor of the facility was massive, spanning 1500-3000 yards in size. They knew it would take time to reach the armory, but time was of the essence. Carl didn''t waste a second, yelling out to the rest of the group as they ran.


    "RUN! ARMORY, HURRY! B-1x, STALL IT AND LOSE IT. HURRY AND MEET US AT THE ARMORY!"


    They pushed themselves to run faster, adrenaline pumping through their veins as they tried to outrun the monstrous creature that had just appeared. Every step they took was filled with the fear of not knowing if they would make it to the armory in time, but they pushed on, driven by the determination to survive.


    The doctor knew that his son, B-1x, was not an ordinary person anymore. He knew that his son could take on this creature, but every fiber of his being wanted to stay by his side. Despite this, he was dragged away by Carl, like a rag doll, as he yelled out, "We will be waiting for you."


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    B-1x had been dealing with this type of situation in battle simulations for the past several months. This was nothing new to him. He listened to the doctor''s words and took one final look at him, and for a split second, a genuine smile appeared on his face. But then, just as quickly, he shifted his focus and prepared to take on the bear-like creature. He was determined, confident, and ready for the fight, knowing that his training and experience would help him overcome this challenge.


    The monstrous abomination made a battle-ready stance and let out an inhuman howling sound that could be heard throughout the entire floor. It leaped into the air, using its massive 12-foot-long arms like poles, and plunged towards B-1x.


    "SHEEAAKK SHSSSHH"


    The sound of its attack was deafening, a blood-curdling screech that echoed through the room. But B-1x was not intimidated, his incredible speed and agility allowed him to dart out of the way of the beast''s strike, dodging it with ease and making strong waves as he did so.


    As the creature descended from the air, B-1x was already moving, running towards the beast with incredible speed. He was focused, determined, and ready for the fight of his life, knowing that every second counted and he needed to defeat the creature before it could harm anyone else.


    "You want me, come and get me!" B-1x taunted, his eyes locked onto the creature.


    The abomination let out a deafening roar and charged toward B-1x, its massive arms were outstretched. B-1x sidestepped and delivered a swift punch to its gut, "HHAAA" he shouted.


    His hand was badly hurt, the skin was covered in spikes and it was bleeding profusely, but B-1x didn''t let that slow him down. He was very familiar with his body now and knew that he had superhuman stats that allowed him to survive encounters with 50ft monsters in simulations. The guns were a major help as well, but he had been trained in hybrid martial arts, combining the best aspects of all martial arts in the world.


    The bear-like thing was hit with incredible force, launching its huge body a little in the air. B-1x quickly positioned himself below the creature and used his hands without hesitation. He executed a judo move, Ippon seoi nage, a single arm shoulder throw using the opponent''s momentum. With all the power he could muster, B-1x slammed the bear-like thing into reinforced concrete.


    The impact was devastating, the reinforced concrete cracked and crumbled under the force of the blow,


    ¡°BOOM¡±


    B-1x didn''t waste any time, he knew that he needed to take out the creature quickly and decisively. He twisted and turned the creature''s right arm, trying to rip it off with dangerous moves, precise positioning, and brute force. The sounds of squishing, cracking, and tearing filled the air as he succeeded in ripping off a part of the arm.


    ¡°SQUISH, CRACK, GRUPP¡±


    He focused for a moment, before plunging the arm straight into the glowing rock-like object in the creature''s body. A loud screech echoed through the hallways as the creature''s screams filled the air.


    Covered in blood, B-1x ran towards the armory. He had always seen it when he was given live rounds for training on other floors. They were always in the same place for simplicity''s sake. He knew that he needed to get there quickly and arm himself before the creature could recover. He pushed himself to run faster, his mind focused on survival and the need to protect himself and others.


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    The fusion core was in chaos, the intense heat, and energy causing the walls and equipment to melt and warp. In the center of the core, a glowing stone floated, a miniature sun that had been absorbing radiation and energy for months. It had become unstable, and the process could not be stopped.


    A mysterious figure appeared, its form not recognizable, it approached the stone and reached out to grab it forcibly. As soon as its hand-like appendage touched the stone, a strange turbulence appeared and the space around them began to distort. The stone began to light up, blinding bright and everything turned white as a series of explosions shook the entire base.


    The figure struggled to grab the stone, but as soon as it did, the space around them rippled and distorted even more, with the sound of the tearing fabric of reality being heard. With a final blinding flash, the fusion core was no more.


    ¡°SHINNGNGGGGGG¡±


    The stone slowly stopped its intense activity. It fell to the ground and lost all of its vibrant colors, barely emitting a faint green light. The fusion core was left in ruins, the walls and equipment melted and warped beyond repair. The strange turbulence and distortions in space slowly dissipated, leaving behind an eerie silence in the once bustling base. The stone lay on the ground, its purpose and power now unknown.


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    B-1x reached the armory door and knocked on it. Carl approached his rifle at the ready, and shouted in a furious tone, "Whatever abomination you are, get the fuck out. I have a plasma X G1 rifle ready to shoot your ass to fucking kingdom come."


    B-1x was taken aback by Carl''s sudden outburst of yelling, he didn''t understand why Carl was so aggressive towards him. He spoke up to let them know who he was, "I''m B-1x. I have killed that monster. I''m here now."


    Carl''s expression softened as he recognized B-1x, he lowered his rifle and opened the door to let B-1x in. "B-1x, we thought you were that thing. We''re glad you''re okay," he said, his tone now calm and relieved. B-1x entered the armory, still confused by what had just happened, but relieved that he was safe and amongst friends.


    The door slowly opened and he was met with the sight of four people, heavily armed with rifles and all kinds of explosives, all pointing at him. But as soon as they recognized it was B-1x, they all let out a breath of relief and lowered their weapons.


    Carl, still relieved, looked at B-1x and said "I''m so relieved it''s you. Those monsters are using this tactic to lure people out, mimicking the voices of the dead now. What fucking monsters."


    B-1x picked up heavy weapons and other equipment from the armory, preparing himself for whatever challenges lay ahead. Carl closed the door behind him, secure in the knowledge that B-1x would protect them from the monstrous threat that lurked outside.


    Before b-1x came to them. The team had been tricked into opening the door by a monster that was mimicking the people it ate. Especially its last words. They barely killed it as they were loaded with guns and emptied entire clips. Now many more monsters tried this as well. They were being especially cautious after the first blunder.


    "Gear up, B-1x, we need to move forward," General Javier said as he handed B-1x all the best weapons he could find.


    "The fusion core is done and the lights will be out any second. A backup generator will take at least 10 minutes to start," Dr. Hector added as he and the others quickly packed up everything necessary.


    Geared up and ready for action, they opened the door again. Suddenly, the lights went out and the base was plunged into darkness. The group quickly turned on their flashlights and moved forward, ready for whatever challenges lay ahead in the darkness.


    Carl''s mind was racing, thoughts of fear and death consumed him. He silently prayed for survival, promising to visit his parents if he made it out alive.


    General Javier put on his night goggles and turned on all the sensors to the maximum. The others did the same, except for B-1x whose eyes glowed a tinted green, giving off enough light to see in the darkness. Screams and other terrifying sounds filled the air. The group quickly made a beeline for the stairs, with B-1x leading the way.


    As they made their way through the base, they were met with hordes of monsters, attracted by the sounds of their movement. Some were crawling up the walls, others were crushing everything in their path with their massive bodies. Whenever the team encountered the monsters, all hell broke loose.


    "FIRE!" Carl shouted as he opened fire on the monsters with his rifle, determined to survive and make it out of the base alive.


    The team fired entire clips at the monsters, taking off massive limbs and causing them to writhe in pain. B-1x went into close combat, using a super sturdy cane to deliver devastating blows. The swarm of monsters seemed endless as they roamed around the stairs, some even fighting among themselves.


    The team began to lose hope as the sheer number of monsters seemed insurmountable. They used everything they had, firing thermal grenades, sonic grenades, and ion supercharge mines. But still, the monsters kept coming, pushing them closer and closer to defeat.


    "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" B-1x let out a fierce battle cry, his eyes glowing with an intense green light as he fought with all his might. The team followed his lead, fighting with renewed vigor and determination. They were determined to survive and make it out of the base alive, no matter the cost.


    The group was being pushed back, their ammo running low and their bodies exhausted from the constant fighting. Suddenly, a humongous monster charged at them, creating a shield with its massive hands. Its wide body was like a tank, with no openings from wall to wall, ready to crush everything in its path.


    B-1x noticed this and quickly fell back, opening a weapon case containing a super advanced rifle. The rifle rearranged itself and expanded in length, finally finishing and powering on with ambient light running lines along it. This was an experimental rifle that could deliver enough power to drill through an entire building.


    B-1x positioned himself and fired. The impact of the shot was immense, and it sent him flying backward several feet in the air. He quickly regained control, rolling and landing on his feet. A mini sonic boom echoed through the base.


    The shot hit the monster dead on, drilling a hole straight through its shield and body.


    ¡°BOOOM¡±


    The bolt of energy charged like a missile, plowing through everything in its path. Once the dust cleared, the team was faced with a terrifying scene. The monster had barely held the blast, but it had absorbed the energy into itself and in a few moments, the bolt of energy fired from the rifle completely disappeared. James and Carl, after seeing this display, completely lost their willpower and dropped their weapons.


    "Clank, clank," the weapons hit the ground as both men fell to their knees in despair.


    General Javier and Dr. Hector had given up as well, but they couldn''t bring themselves to let go of their weapons. B-1x was badly hurt, he couldn''t hear with his ruptured eardrums and had internal bleeding, but he refused to give up. He stepped forward, facing the abominations that were staring at him like sharks stalking their prey.


    "Thud," B-1x falls to his knees, barely standing but still looking at the monsters. His only concern now is saving Dr. Hector, he wants to save him so badly. Suddenly, a sound louder than anything they''ve ever heard before starts to be heard, the ground beneath the monsters starts to melt and a white light clears everything in its path, completely erasing anything that is caught in it.


    "SHEEEEEEEEEEEEN" The sound grows louder as the light intensifies, engulfing the monsters and vaporizing them into nothingness. The team is left in awe, staring at the blinding light. The light slowly fades.


    Most of the structure falls into a hole created by the insane explosion. The entire group is knocked out by the sheer impact of the energy blast, except for B-1x who is barely conscious. All the others fall unconscious and start to fall to the 45th floor. B-1x uses all his remaining strength to make one last move, eating a pill that grants temporary boosts in stats such as regeneration, strength, speed, etc.


    "Clank, thung" The entire floor is falling apart and all the group members are falling to their deaths. B-1x uses his super speed and eyesight to navigate through the rubble mid-air, jumping from one piece of rubble to another. He grabs both James and Carl, then the doctor, and the general. He maneuvers swiftly like a cat, but his eyesight is getting blurry each second.


    He''s barely holding on. Every single second in the air they descend from the 37th to the 45th floor. He tries to find a safe spot to land, and he sees a hole beside the scorched wall as he is about to land on the ground. Quickly figuring out that it''s the escape route, he loses all sight. The last thing he was able to do was fling all of them in the general direction of the hole.


    ¡°BOOOM. CLANK CLANKKK.HSEEEAK¡±


    Tons and tons of rubble descend to the 45th floor, the impact creates a huge sound and dust all over the place. In a few minutes, a deadly silence envelops the entire area. The night moon shines as the beam clears everything from the 45th floor to the top. Time passes, and B-1x barely opens his eyes.


    As he lay there, nobody could tell what kind of expression he was making, but tears were streaming from his eyes. He made a smile, thinking of his last thoughts. He wonders if this is what a family bond feels like, and he thanks Dr. Hector for everything. He wishes that he had another chance at life, a fair chance to be loved. These were his final thoughts as he closed his eyes and let out a final breath.


    Losing all responses, B-1x became silent. A green stone that was just beside him was blipping slowly. It gradually got faster and faster as a book appeared with it. Turning the pages very fast, both the stone and book shined bright. The dead body shined brightly with a green color along with both objects. Finally, all three things turned to sand. B-1x''s body turned to sand as well, becoming one with the earth.

 1. Accepting my fate: A new Life

    Aiden''s heart raced as he woke up from a nightmare, gasping for breath.


    "Ah... AHAAA," he exclaimed, feeling disoriented and confused, not recognizing his surroundings.


    His wide eyes darted around the room, now illuminated by peculiar light bulb-shaped creatures. The eerie glow they emitted added to his unease. He desperately tried to recall where he was before falling asleep, but his memory eluded him.


    In an attempt to steady his breathing and calm himself down, Aiden rubbed his eyes, trying to adjust to the light streaming through the window. Slowly, he took in the room''s decor, noting the bed sheets and various props that seemed to belong to a fondness for the classical Victorian era, such as a fancy phonograph.


    The shock of the situation hit him as he tried to comprehend his surroundings, feeling like he had stepped into a different world entirely.


    Confused and disoriented, Aiden''s senses gradually started to make sense of the situation. A tall figure, dressed elegantly in a coat, pants, and matching gloves, approached him with a worried expression. The man placed a reassuring hand on Aiden''s shoulder, calling him "Ray Hein."


    "Ray Hein! RAAYYY HEINNN. Snap out of it. Are you okay?" the man urgently asked, his voice filled with concern.


    Aiden strained to hear the man''s words, his ears adjusting to the environment. After a few moments, the man''s voice became clearer, and Aiden finally comprehended his question about his well-being. However, he was still at a loss, feeling as though he had traversed some mysterious boundary between life and an unfamiliar reality.


    The man called his name again, and finally, Aiden thought.


    I don''t know where I am. It''s better to play along. Maybe I''m in a simulation. That''s the most logical thing I can think of at the moment.


    Touching his body and face, the boy looked at the person in front of him and said, "I''m fine."


    After checking his body and confirming his doubts, he stood up and walked towards the entrance door of the room.


    "Thank the Lunars you''re safe," the person said. "I will notify the others that you have woken up. Please rest, sir Rayhein."


    B-1x (Aiden) was very confused by this situation in general. The last memory he had was of falling and saving all the others, dying in the process. As he looked around, he noticed a blue and black rock. He picked it up, but as soon as he touched it, the rock lost its color in moments.


    I know this rock. I''ve seen this thing before with my father. He...


    Suddenly, the boy grasped his head as an insane amount of pain and whispers clogged his mind. Endless whispers of a language he couldn''t understand. Barely opening his one eye, he saw a ghost-like figure approaching him. The boy collapsed before the ghost could even reach him. He lay completely unconscious.


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    The butler walked down the stairs from a spiral staircase, then went from the lounge to a specific room - the head of the household. Coming face to face with the door of the room, he knocked to get permission.


    "Come in," came the response.


    The butler entered the room.


    "Yes, Lord Ivan," the butler said.


    A muscular man sat sipping tea, dressed in a fine suit and attire, complete with a waistcoat, high-standing collar, and necktie tied around it. He had a clean shave and good facial structure, looking elegant and imposing. The individual was sorting papers on his fine-made desk with some sort of glowing orb, which he continually touched to wet his hands so he could grab the paper. The room was decorated with all kinds of skulls of things he had hunted, which was off-putting to anyone who saw it for the first time. After the butler stood in front of him.


    Approaching the lord of the house, Ivan gestured with his piercing, intense eyes. The butler, feeling a sense of unease, couldn''t help but feel a little worried.


    "Tell me what happened?" Ivan asked in a stern tone, his deep voice resonating through the room.


    The butler, taken aback by the sudden change in Ivan''s demeanor, quickly gathered his thoughts and began to recount the events of the day. "Yes sir. It was just a normal day when I escorted the little lord to the east side of the mansion as Rayhein insisted we explore that part of the area. We were having a casual walk, enjoying the scenery and fresh air, when all of a sudden, a rift appeared out of nowhere." he explained, his voice trembling with fear and confusion.


    "WHAT!" Ivan exclaimed, his voice filled with shock and disbelief.


    The butler had a very disappointed look on his face.


    "Yes sir. The first thing I did was grab Master Reyhein and make a run for it. It was extremely dangerous. A dark rift walker caught a glimpse of us as soon as it exited the rift. It started chasing us. I battled it and killed it with one of my sword swings. It was a class 1 dark walker. In the process, Master Reyhein was hit by a glowing rock of some kind that came flying from the rift. He caught it out of reflex. In a few moments, he lost consciousness," the butler explained, his voice filled with regret and worry.


    As the talk continued, Ivan''s mood and face twisted into uncontrollable anger.


    "What is the current situation? What happened to Reyhein?" Ivan asked in the coldest voice, his eyes fixed on the butler.


    The butler, feeling the pressure of Ivan''s gaze, quickly explained, "Sir Reyhein has woken up after half an hour. He seems fine sir. There are no curses or any damage of any kind. I have checked for any abnormalities, and nothing seems out of place. The rift is being taken care of and we are actively trying to find the summoner. It won''t be long before we find it and kill it."


    After explaining the situation in more depth, Ivan calmed his nerves and began to think of what to do next. The situation was a big mess and he needed to clear it up.


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    MeanwhileIn a room, Aiden was deep in sleep. A woman entered the room, moving quietly and gracefully. She was a very beautiful woman, wearing a color-matching bodice with very narrow sleeves and a high-neckline dress. She walked towards the sleeping boy, lay down beside him, and gently caressed his head while holding his hand. For a short while, she stayed that way, and after a while, she left.


    The boy started to wake up, lying on the bed. He had no strength to lift himself. Memories were flashing in his head, and he felt heartbroken. He cried but no sound escaped, tears streaming down his face as he screamed through the unbearable pain of sadness.


    "DAAADDDD"


    Only one word and a flood of emotions overwhelmed him. He remembered it all, the pain of being used and abused as a clone, the memories of his life before the plane crash that took his life. It was as if a part of him had been imbued in that stone. He remembered it all, the crushing loss of his father again, the sacrifice he made for him.


    He grabbed a pillow and let out all the pent-up emotions, tears streaming down his face as he cried for all that he lost and all the circumstances he had no control over. He was turned into a weapon, his emotions almost completely stripped away from years of brutal training and being used as a lab rat, with no care for his well-being. He was alone and broken, and no one cared.


    "My father tried to save me," Aiden thought, the words tearing at his heart, feeling the weight of all that he had lost and the loneliness that comes with it. The pain was overwhelming, and he couldn''t hold back the sobs wracking his body. He was lost in his grief, consumed by the overwhelming emotions that he couldn''t escape.


    An hour passed as his tears dried, and he lay there staring at the ceiling, wondering what his purpose was now. He was in a completely different body, and he was not familiar with anything here. He could tell that he did not belong there. The sky was green, and he saw a cat with three tails just walking past the window, strolling around the balcony. Its size was big, too, it jumped from the ground to the second floor.


    A voice, deep and mysterious, spoke from the door. "You have awoken"


    A translucent figure resembling Aiden''s former body sat before him. Its yellow hue gave it an ethereal quality, like a ghost.


    "What are you? You can''t be me. I died," Aiden exclaimed, confusion and disbelief etched on his face.


    The figure smiled amusedly, its eyes glowing as it responded. "Well, I don''t know for sure, but you got my body. I somehow died as well, you see. This stone is something special. We are the same now, you and I are one entity, one soul. We both died but that stone let us live by converging our existence. This figure you see right now of me will fade away soon."


    Aiden, processing this information, replied, "So we are the same now? If that''s the case, I don''t know you. I don''t have memories of your past. Why is that? How do you know about this?"


    Smiling again, the ghostly figure replied,


    "You will experience them after I fade away. Interestingly, I have your memories as well. You have a similar childhood to me. Not disturbing, but similar. You will see that as well. Honestly, I don''t know how I even have this information. It might be because of the stone. It''s like an anchor. That''s the only thing I can say, you have to figure out the rest. Something is not letting me talk about it."


    Aiden, now known as Ray Hein, sat on his bed, deep in thought. He was curious, yet he didn''t fully trust the words of the ghostly figure. It made sense, but it seemed too convenient. He couldn''t shake the feeling that there was more to this than what was being said. Why did this other version of himself not take his place? Why did he take this other''s place? And why only him? These were the questions that weighed heavily on his mind as he tried to make sense of this new reality.


    "You''re worried about that. Hahahaha," the ghostly figure chuckled, "I understand the concern."


    Ray Hein, feeling on edge, jumped out of the bed, ready to defend himself.


    "Calm down," the figure said in a soothing tone, as it waved its hand for Ray Hein to relax. "I''m not here to harm you. I can''t even touch you," It demonstrates this by phasing its hands and feet from the chair it was sitting on.


    Ray Hein, feeling a bit more at ease, took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He knew that he had to stay alert and be prepared for anything, but at the same time, he couldn''t help but feel a sense of trust and curiosity toward this ghostly figure that claimed to be a part of him. He knew that he had to learn more about this strange new world and the figure''s true intentions, but for now, he decided to take a step back and observe.


    "I know everything about you. It''s heart-wrenching to experience your memories. Your precious moments with your father. The Alpha project. A world without magic. It''s fascinating and yet, it breaks my heart that I will never be able to experience it for myself, It¡¯s just my luck. Both our memories will pool into one. You have a more dominant mind than me so you are taking the lead consciousness. I will just become a part of it with no individuality" the ghostly figure said with a sad smile, looking like the body of Ray Hein.


    Ray Hein felt the sincerity in the figure''s words and couldn''t help but feel a deep sense of sorrow for it. He couldn''t shake the feeling that he had robbed this young boy of his life, judging by the fact that he might be 4 years younger than him.


    "I''m sorry for taking your life like this. I never wanted this," Aiden said, his voice heavy with guilt and remorse. He couldn''t believe that he was capable of something like this. He didn''t know how to react to this newfound information, but he knew that it would take a lot of time for him to come to terms with the weight of his actions and the loss of the life that was overtaken by him.


    "Don''t be, we both died. No one is responsible here. Look at the bright side, we get another shot at life. I should be the one apologizing here. I''m sorry to be a burden," the ghostly figure said, trying to comfort Ray Hein. "You will come to know why."


    As the ghostly figure started slowly disintegrating, it looked at Ray Hein with a very sad look, as if it was about to cry. "I don''t want to die. I don''t want to," it said, its voice filled with dread and helplessness. It reminded Ray Hein so much of himself and his father when they were in the plane crash.


    Ray Hein felt a deep sense of empathy towards the ghostly figure, and he couldn''t help but remember the feeling of dying, the feeling of being a burden to his father. He walked towards the ghostly figure, confronting it the best he could. He tried to hug it, even though it felt like hugging warm air. But he didn''t give any thought to it and continued the gesture, wanting to comfort the ghostly figure in any way he could.


    "Let it all out. I''m here for you. I can''t even begin to imagine the pain and fear you must be feeling. But just know that you will always be remembered, and honored. I will live for you and myself to the best of my abilities. I will make the most of this second chance you''ve given me, no matter the challenges I may face. You will always hold a special place in my heart for giving me a second chance. Thank you, Rayhein," Aiden said, his voice choked with emotion as he tried to comfort the ghostly figure.


    The ghostly figure broke down in tears, and Aiden couldn''t help but feel a deep sense of sorrow for the ghostly figure''s pain. He knew that he couldn''t do much to ease its suffering, but he wanted to be there for the ghostly figure in its final moments.


    As the ghostly figure slowly disappeared, its only head remaining, it tried to say one last thing. "Be careful of THE LIGHT," it said, before fading away completely.


    Aiden couldn''t hold back his tears as he watched the ghostly figure disappear. He felt a deep sense of loss and sorrow, knowing that he had taken the life of another being, no matter the circumstances. He promised himself that he would always remember the ghostly figure and honor its sacrifice. He would be careful of "The Light" whatever it meant, as the ghostly figure had warned him. He knew that he would carry the weight of this experience for the rest of his life.


    Aiden, now Rayhein, took a deep breath and made a silent vow to himself to make the most of this second chance at life. He would honor the memories of the boy whose body he now inhabited and make sure to live his life to the fullest.


    He turned to the window, taking in the breathtaking view of the purple and green sky, the massive floating jellyfish-like things migrating that illuminated the sky, and the planet with a ring visible on the horizon. He couldn''t help but be awed by the beauty of it all.


    "I will live this life to the fullest. Just watch me, Rayhein," he whispered to himself. He knew that this journey would not be easy, but he was determined to make the most of it.

 2. Family dinner: A dark past and future

    On a sunny day, Reyhein stood before the large window on the second floor of a grand villa. The sun''s rays streamed through the glass, casting a warm glow over the room. Reyhein took a moment to admire the breathtaking scenery outside, the lush greenery, and the distant mountains. As he looked out, he couldn''t help but feel a sense of longing, but his sad smile betrayed him.


    It could be a dream


    With a slight, unnerving sigh, Reyhein turned away from the window and walked towards his bed. The bed was a grand, king-sized mattress, adorned with plush pillows and a soft, silken duvet. Reyhein ran his fingers over the smooth sheets, tracing the intricate patterns on the coverlet. As he examined the bed, he felt something small and stone-like under his fingers, and he picked it up.


    "What is this?" Reyhein muttered, staring at the invisible object in his hand.


    "It''s like grasping nothing, but I can feel something there. It''s completely invisible to the naked eye. Fascinating and terrifying."


    Aiden, who had recently adopted the name Rayhein, was on edge about his current situation. Most people would believe what their eyes could see and hear, transported to another world full of impossibilities. But he remembered how being uninformed could lead to death, just like in the soldier program, something that has etched itself on his soul. Reyhein refused to leave everything to fate like an idiot. He was in a completely different world, a mystical and otherworldly landscape. The sky was unlike anything he had ever seen, a canvas painted with hues of pink, orange, and purple, as the sun set.


    The creatures here were like nothing he could have imagined. some of them were like giant beasts that walked on two legs, and others were flying creatures that were as big as a house. As his eyes darted towards the sky he saw the one thing that made him question if he was on earth, as a view unlike any other he had seen was piercing the skies.


    I stared at the sky, awestruck by the Saturn-like planet with its magnificent rings stretching across the horizon. Suddenly, movement caught my eye. Turning, I froze in terror. A colossal shadow-being was approaching, its massive form blocking a third of my view.


    Reyhein couldn''t begin to imagine what this world was like, worried about what would come. But something felt unnerving, he had died. It was not a dream as he took his last breath. He had learned much from his father, who had traveled the world such coincidences do not happen randomly. Something happened. Looking at his young, small hand in contemplation, a dialogue he remembered came to mind.


    "One thing he always said is that there is no coincidence. ''Everything can be explained in due time. Seek the truth always, Aiden, whatever it may lead to." Those words were one of the things he remembered about his father.


    As he looked at his hand, where the stone should have been, Reyhein knew that there was no one to guide him, control him, or give him direction. With a trembling hand, the reality sank in. He was responsible for himself. With so much abuse and trauma boiled in him, he grasped firmly.


    I need to be cautious.


    Questions upon questions blurred Rayhein''s mind about his current circumstances.


    "What is this object? And why was it near me when I woke up in this world? I need information," Rayhein thought to himself, determination and curiosity igniting in his piercing red eyes.


    Paranoia seeped into every corner of his mind, making him question everything. Could this be a simulation that had gone well beyond hallucinations?


    Was it fate? No.


    A simulation? Impossible! This is no work of a simulation. Even the most advanced simulation isn''t 100% accurate. I need to test it.


    Rayhein surveyed his room with heightened awareness. His fingers traced the dusty table, feeling every grain. He studied the glass refraction and reflection intently, dropping objects and scrutinizing everything he thought could overload a simulation''s accuracy. As time passed, he struggled to maintain his stern expression, but the evidence was overwhelmingly clear.


    "This is no simulation," he concluded, his thoughts racing with wild speculations. One thing was certain: someone wanted something from him and he was pulled here.


    I might be paranoid, but if something wants to use me, I will not be a pawn in their game.


    Rayhein crushed the cutlery in his hand, his knuckles whitening as anger surged through him.


    "I have suffered enough," he growled, his voice low and filled with resolve. "Abused and used for far too long. I am sick of the very thought of it.


    ." The wind ruffled his obsidian hair as his reflection in the window told a story of defiance. His red pupils, filled with rage and determination, seemed to glow with an inner fire.


    Placing the mysterious stone in his drawer. He needed a plan, and he needed it soon. Remembering the head of the household, he recalls a name:


    "Ivan Tepish Draule. My father and I are the oldest of his sons. Dracule." Repeating the word ''Dracule'' slowly, a thought ignited in Rayhein''s mind, vague but insistent.


    "WAIT!" he exclaimed, his heart suddenly racing.


    Rayhein sat in deep contemplation, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts about this strange world he had found himself in. The name of the head of the household - Ivan Tepish Draule - echoed in his memory, along with the realization that he was the oldest son of the Draule family. The word "Dracule" kept repeating, a tantalizing whisper that hinted at hidden significance.


    With determination blazing in his eyes, Rayhein leaped to his feet, frantically searching his room. He pulled books from shelves with trembling hands, tossed aside furniture with growing desperation, and peered into every conceivable nook and cranny. A certainty burned within him - something crucial was hidden in this room.


    That book had his mind.


    But despite his frenzied efforts, nothing relevant came to mind. Frustration gnawed at him as he muttered, "It should be here. I know the word ''Dracule this name and this place''... that stone and this book must be related somehow. But where is it?" he looked around searching for it.


    "Why can''t I find it?"


    Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Rayhein retrieved the stone from his drawer. He clutched it tightly, focusing all his attention on the smooth surface. Something should happen, right? That''s how it goes in stories, at least, he thought wryly.


    Maybe it could have some reaction?


    With no luck and a growing sense of defeat, Rayhein surveyed the chaos he had created. Books and items lay scattered, a physical representation of his inner turmoil. As he began to gather the mess, a bitter thought crossed his mind


    "I''m starting to feel more than just annoyed. Whoever put me in this world is playing a twisted game. They''re not going to make this easy for me."


    As he halfheartedly tidied up, a knock at the door startled him. "Sir Rayhein, dinner is ready. Please come to the dining room."


    Opening the door revealed Hans, the butler, whose eyes widened at the scene of disarray. As the man approached, his expression turned serious and almost menacing, causing Rayhein to stumble back, heart pounding.


    I sense hostility. I should have cleaned up sooner, Rayhein thought, a mixture of confusion coursing through him.


    The butler grasped his hand firmly. "Calm down. Please give me a moment. This won''t take long."


    Leaning in close, Hans inspected Rayhein''s eyes, checked his pulse, and examined his fingers with unsettling intensity. "I''m sorry, but I need to verify something. Please bear the pain," he said, his voice low and urgent.


    With a small hidden dagger that was tucked away in his sleeve and made a shallow cut on Rayhein''s finger. As he scrutinized the welling blood, Rayhein curiously watched with curiosity and apprehension.


    Finally, Hans gently released Rayhein''s hand. "I''m sorry about the pain. I just had to confirm my suspicions. It seems you are alright." His words carried a weight that hinted at deeper mysteries yet to be revealed.


    Judging from this interaction, rayhein suspected something had happened before he took over the original Rayhein body. Something very serious. Reyhein was very interested in asking him but he put it off as he was about to meet his family. Having an expression of concern and doubt but he needed to act natural.


    ¡°What happened? Can you tell me, Hans? Why did you act like this?¡± Rayhein asked, his voice shaking with emotion. Using emotional manipulation was the best option right now as he whimperly asked that question.


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    A faint memory that was still etched in to was just now recalled.


    The butler, hearing denied spoke and tilted his head sideways to show that he wouldn¡¯t speak. Wondering how to break the news. Struggling with a sorrowful and regretful expression.


    "I¡¯m sorry to startle you, Master Rayhein. Just know that now, please call me if you need anything. I will inform the maid to clean your place. Just tell me if anything happens. For a month at least just don¡¯t do anything demanding physical. You were attacked by a dark rift walker. The symptoms have not shown. I think you resisted it, but it''s a far cry to say one can be resistant to something of this nature. We need to be cautious," the butler said, his voice heavy with concern.


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    Rayhein''s stern, unchanging expression didn''t let the butler notice,e but he felt his stomach drop. He just put the pieces together.


    So this is how the original Rayhein died. Something like this dark rift walker, killed the previous owner of this body. But how did the body survive, and how do I not have the symptoms? Does this stone cure things? So many mysteries. His mind raced with thoughts, and uncertainty crept in as he struggled to process the revelation.


    Standing up, the butler, Hans, grabbed Rayhein''s hand to give him support as he stood. "Let''s go to dinner, Master Reyhein, everyone is waiting for you at the table," Hans said, trying to sound cheerful, but the worry was clear in his voice.


    Rayhein had too much on his mind to process. The recent events had been overwhelming, and he was filled with paranoia about the situation. Everything was a mess in his head. In a moment of impulse, Rayhein did something that made sense to him in that moment.


    "SLAP!" The sound echoed through the room as Rayhein slapped his cheeks, trying to snap himself out of his thoughts.


    Hans heard the sound and immediately turned around, heading towards the door. "Huh!" He exclaimed in surprise, as he had never seen the master act in such a way before. It was off-putting.


    Looking a little calmer after slapping his cheeks, Rayhein just walked forward towards the door, with Hans following closely behind. "You''re coming, Hans?" Rayhein asked, his voice still shaking with emotion.


    A little stunned by the remark, Hans responded, "Ahh, yes. Let''s go."


    Hans was worried that the recent events may have hurt Rayhein and had a dark taint on him. He could see the master''s behavior was not normal, it was kind of refreshing but concerning at the same time. He made a mental note to keep a close watch on Rayhein in the coming months, just to be safe.


    Rayhein was relieved and thinking as he walked from the stairways from the 1st floor to the ground and then to the hallways leading to the dining hall.


    [I can think of the complicated things later. Let¡¯s just focus on one thing at a time. This world its origin is very mysterious. I can only do so much, but slowly and surely I will get to the bottom of this. The book with the history of this world. That stone with such a mystery. This family and this fantasy world. Something tells me this is not as simple as some random history of heroes and villains. Something has big plans. On earth, I had been drilled to my core on everything about tactics, history, martial arts, critical thinking, technology, and science. It has given me some insights to think out of the box in dire situations. Hopefully, these hellish experiences and scars on my psyche will help me survive whatever is coming.]


    Opening the door, Hans lets rayhein in and closes it after he passes. A fantastic view of a dining hall is presented before him. It is decorated beautifully with lights and dining props like candles, and very uniquely shaped dish trays and tablecloths that seem to be made out of animal skin. It¡¯s not a very big table and only a 12-seater. Many kinds of food are present on the table. 4 figures are present on the table the head and Rashi''s father sitting on the front corner of the table watching rayhein very carefully


    As soon as Rayhein sat on the chair, he felt a sudden pressure in the room. It was as if he were not welcome there, and he knew he had made a mistake by sitting on the wrong chair. He quickly realized


    that the chair was off-limits to everyone unless his father, Ivan Tepish Dracule, approved it.


    Rayhein''s heart skipped a beat as he recalled the consequences of his mistake. He braced himself for the inevitable onslaught that was to come.


    The family members, except for Rayhein''s mother, Ullie Tepish Dracule, looked at him with disdain. Ullie was the only person in the room who might not hate Rayhein completely, although she did not like him either. That¡¯s what rayhein thought.


    "Who permitted you to sit there,e rayhein?! "Ivan sneered with contempt and with a deathly stare that sent shivers down Rayhein''s spine.


    Genuine fear was something he had forgotten, the sensation of that quickly made him choose his words carefully words did not come out. He didn''t want to make things worse for himself.


    With an apologetic expression on his face, Rayhein calmly stood up and took another seat next to his little brother, who was flabbergasted and angry at the same time. A small figure that was a little shorter than him


    "How dare you? Why did you take Mother''s place at the table?" Avan spoke with pure animosity, his eyes glaring at Rayhein.


    Rayhein was at a loss for words, but he could sense that there was some history between Avan and his little brother. Looking around, most likely a history with the entire family.


    As the family sat around the table, Rayhein noticed a cute, doll-like thing sitting on the table. It was his little sister, Lilly Tepish Dracule. Their eyes met briefly, but she quickly averted her gaze with a scornful expression.


    Rayhein realized that he needed to do a thorough revision of his memories, as the situation was not looking good for him. He felt helpless in this situation which was like a tidal wave sweeping through him.


    "Enough, let''s proceed with the prayers and eat this dinner," Ivan finally said, ending the awkward silence.


    The family began to eat, and Rayhein noticed some strange-looking dishes on the table. There was a big flying insect, a weird-looking fish with a glowing antenna, and a meat dish that looked like a hybrid of a dog and a hippo. Rayhein was not even bothered by the strange dishes, as he was used to being fed abominations in the soldier training program


    Rayhein sat down to eat, eyeing the spread before him with mild disappointment. The food was passable, but the atmosphere felt stifling. Undeterred, he sampled various dishes, his silverware clinking in the oppressive silence. Suddenly, a voice broke through the quiet, initiating a conversation. Rayhein''s attention immediately snapped to the unexpected dialogue, eager for any distraction from the stuffy ambiance.


    "How is your training going, Avan?" asked his father.


    "It''s going well, Father. I''m still learning, but I''ve already mastered the fire manipulation magic series," replied Avan, with a hint of pride in his voice.


    His father was amused by this news and couldn''t help but smile with pride. "Well done, Avan. You may be one of the youngest to master a series of magic so early but don''t let it get to your head. You''re not as special as you think," he added.


    Avan''s little brother looked disappointed at their father''s comment but kept his head down. Rayhein sat and listened quietly, observing the interaction between the family members. It was an interesting dynamic to experience, considering that I grew up as an only child on Earth.


    As the conversation continued, a sudden coughing fit interrupted us. The doll-like little girl sitting next to me was coughing uncontrollably, and blood started to come out of her mouth. Everyone was shocked. The mother instinctively held her daughter and comforted her.


    "Shh, it''s okay, Lilly. Please don''t worry," said the mother, as she rubbed her back with near-teary eyes. The father immediately ran to get their resident doctor, while Avan''s little brother looked worriedly at his sister. He glared at me, perhaps thinking that I was somehow responsible for this sudden turn of events.


    "I hate you for what you did. Now you''ve shut yourself off and atone for it. "


    Avan shouted as he stormed out of the dining room and ran towards his mother and little sister. Rayhein was left speechless, unable to comprehend what had just happened. He quietly left the table, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. He wanted to approach his little sister so badly, but seeing her with red eyes and coughing uncontrollably broke his spirit.


    He just stood there, with a sorrowful expression, and a glimpse of seeing his sister looking at him with pure hate. Rayhein eventually left the dining hall without looking back.


    As the night took over and the skies became darker, many creatures, including animals and things that glow in the dark, appeared. Rayhein lay in bed, thinking about the events of the evening.


    "Reyhein, poor guy. I understand why you said those words," he thought to himself.


    "I''m a burden, huh?" he continued.


    Rayhein wasn''t disappointed or concerned. He was simply overwhelmed by the sad events that this poor guy had gone through. As he revised the memories he had obtained from Rayhein, he slowly began to understand him. It was unfortunate that he had to endure such pain. It was no wonder that his family hated him. He had lost all self-esteem and had shut himself down from the world, ridiculed and shunned by everyone for being selfish in his life. Rayhein could understand his pain and the mistakes and choices he had made. He had acted like a brat, but deep down, he had lost all motivation and was barely hanging on to life.


    Rayhein closed the door to his room, and the maid who accompanied him handed him a blanket and a glowing light. He collapsed onto the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to recall everything he had experienced. After an hourhad  passed, he opened his eyes with a sad expression on his face.


    He clenched his fist and gazed at it with determination. Rayhein was now determined to do everything in his power to change the circumstances that he had just witnessed. With the knowledge he had recalled, he knew that this family was doomed to be torn apart. His sister and father would perish, and his brother would join the dark Eclipsa faction, leading to a devastating war in the kingdom. In just seven years, everyone in the household, including Rayhein, would die one by one.


    "I can''t even begin to imagine how events will play out, but if what I read in that book is true, I have only seven years to save myself and my family," Rayhein thought to himself.


    The book he had read on Earth contained some general information about the history of the kingdom, including a possible future where the hero and the villain were his brothers and the Eclipse faction, respectively. There was much more to the story, and Rayhein knew that these events would set off a domino effect that could not be stopped.


    Rayhein stood up slowly from his bed, his eyes transfixed on the glittering stars outside his window. His heart felt heavy as he remembered his father, wishing he could have him by his side in this moment of uncertainty.


    "Dad, this is such a mess," Rayhein whispered, his voice barely audible. "I wonder what you''re doing now. But I''m going to let you go now. I have a family here just like how I had you on Earth. If I don''t do anything, then many more people will die. This world is harsh, but I will survive. I owe this life to both Reyhein and you, Dad."


    He took a deep breath and turned to face the room. The maid who had accompanied him handed him a blanket and a glowing light source. Rayhein sank onto his bed and closed his eyes, his mind wandering to the events he had witnessed. The memories played like a movie in his head, vivid and haunting.


    After an hour had passed, he slowly opened his eyes. His face was etched with sadness as he stared at his clenched fists.


    "I can''t imagine how events will play out, but if that book has factual information, I have only 7 years to save myself and my family."


    The thought of losing his sister and father and watching his brother join the dark Eclipsa faction to wage war in the kingdom was not a good one. Rayhein knew he had to do something.


    "At twelve years old, I''m expected to join a school soon with Reyhein, who''s only nine," Rayhein mused, his mind racing with ideas.


    "My first goal is to prove myself and enter the prestigious Rumira School of Magic Arts and Combat. But I have only six months, and I have already failed twice before. This is my last chance."


    "I have to get close to my little brother during these school years. Plus, I need to qualify, not in magic, but in something else," Rayhein thought to himself, staring at his reflection in the dimly lit mirror.


    He stared at himself in the mirror with a dim light, a smile appearing on his face despite the turmoil within him.


    "Ha! This is so unfair. Poor Rayhein was born a null. I always had the odds against me. I still remember those Asian kids. I spent days and nights studying, without sleep, for many months before the exams. And yet, I was still not the regional topper in both academics and sports on my first try. Those Asians are something else. But one thing I never did was give up. Watching my dad do his utmost for the world, he cured his mother''s incurable disease. Watching him work diligently without rest motivated me to do the same. After a while of continuously working hard, I did indeed rise to the top. Sadly, he did not acknowledge me"


    As he looked up at the night sky, Rayhein felt a mix of fear and determination. The road ahead would be full of hurdles, and he knew it would be challenging to keep up in a world where magic was the standard of might. But he refused to give in to despair. He owed it to himself, his family, and his father''s memory to fight and survive. All this was to keep his promise to the former rayhein. Maybe he might get a chance to come back.


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    In the heart of a dense forest, a creature unlike any other stood ominously in the darkness. Its twisted form appeared to be that of a corpse, its flesh pale and mottled with rot. Its eyes were sunken and lifeless, and its hair hung in matted tangles around its face. The creature''s hand glowed with an eerie white light, swirling and pulsing with otherworldly energy. As it moved, the light grew brighter and more intense, illuminating the surrounding forest with an unearthly glow. The air around it crackled with electric energy, sending shivers down the spines of any who dared to approach. The creature seemed to be conjuring something, its form twisting and contorting as it worked its dark magic. The sight of the creature was both horrifying and mesmerizing, like staring into the abyss and seeing something unspeakably ancient and evil staring back.

 3. Observation and options

    As the sun started to set, Rayhein stood by the window on the second floor of the enormous villa, gazing out at the breathtaking scenery. He took in the lush greenery and the vibrant colors of the sky, feeling a sense of calm wash over him. Finally, he turned away from the window and made his way over to his king-sized bed.


    Rayhein ran his hand over the soft bedding, exploring every nook and cranny with a curious expression. His fingers brushed over a small, smooth object that felt like a stone. Without hesitation, he picked it up and began playing with it absentmindedly.


    Aiden, who had now taken on the name Rayhein, was still getting used to this strange new world. He knew he had to be careful and avoid acting suspicious if he wanted to blend in. As he played with the stone, he couldn''t help but feel frustrated that it had only given him bits and pieces of his memories, all jumbled up and incomplete.


    With a sigh, Rayhein tucked the stone away in his drawer and decided to explore his surroundings. The villa was massive, and he had noticed several guards stationed both inside and outside, always on high alert.


    Just then, there was a knock at his door.


    "Master Ray, breakfast is ready," Hans, one of the servants, announced.


    Rayhein hesitated for a moment before responding,


    "Come in." Hans entered, carrying a tray of food, and placed it on the bed before bowing and leaving the room.


    Rayhein didn''t eat with his family, except for dinner, which was a strict rule set by his father. He picked at his breakfast, lost in thought, and grateful for the solitude his room provided him.


    "Thanks," he muttered, once he was finished, and watched as Hans exited the room, closing the door behind him.


    As Hans left the room, Rayhein noticed a slight change in the butler''s expression. It was almost as if he was surprised that Rayhein had thanked him. Rayhein knew that it was probably because he had lost his memories, and Hans assumed that he was suffering from some form of amnesia.


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    As Rayhein looked at his breakfast tray, he noticed something odd. There were large, roasted balls that resembled tennis balls, but with strange, eye-like protrusions. Rayhein''s appetite was almost ruined by the sight of the bizarre food.


    "How do I even eat this?" Rayhein muttered, his stomach growling.


    He noticed some skin on the food, peeled it off, and took a bite. To his surprise, it tasted like a combination of beef and chicken. Rayhein had spent some time in a few Asian countries and had experienced some unusual dishes, so this was just an extreme version of it.


    After finishing his breakfast, Rayhein decided to explore the area. He suggested to himself,


    "Let''s take a walk in the garden before my lessons start. There''s still time."


    Rayhein had mandatory lessons in studying and training, with an instructor assigned to teach him both. That''s what Hans had told him earlier. He had also discovered that Hans was a butler and that his family was wealthy and influential. Rayhein concluded that nobody poor could manage such a large property and staff.


    Due to the damn memories, I can''t remember if I had info on the family. I could remember some things like who was the villains and heroes. Avan and Henry. I also remember a little something about rayheins father


    "My father is a military figure responsible for protecting the city. He did not see his father or mother anywhere other than their office."


    As he navigated through the house to find the exit, Rayhein saw a big door that was guarded by two guards. A guard stopped him as soon as he approached the door and asked,


    "Where are you going, Sir Rayhein?"


    Rayhein was taken aback. He had assumed he could stroll through the guards without any issues.


    "I''m going to the garden," he replied.


    The two guards exchanged a worried glance before turning their attention to Rayhein.


    "Sir Ray,"


    One of them spoke up,


    "you just survived an encounter with a dark rift walker. It''s still too soon for you to be wandering around. That thing could still be lurking around the estate. We''ve been given strict orders from your father to not let you or Sir Avan leave for a day until we search the area surrounding the estate thoroughly."


    Rayhein nodded in understanding. He knew the guards were just looking out for his safety, but he couldn''t help feeling frustrated. "I see," he replied, "I apologize for bothering you. I will leave then."


    As Rayhein turned to leave, he sensed a slight hesitation from the guards. He knew they were surprised by his compliance, given his reputation for being difficult. Rayhein tended to make a fuss over small things, but he knew better than to argue with the guards at a time like this.


    Once he was out of earshot, Rayhein couldn''t help but let out a sigh. He needed to find a way to blend in and not act suspiciously. He needed to settle into the routine of the estate and gather information about his surroundings and this new world. "I should try to settle into the routine," he thought to himself, "and use this time to gather as much information as I can."

 4. An old forgotten friend

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    The morning sun painted the villa and the surrounding hillside buildings with a warm, golden light that spilled across the city. Fortified walls, manned by vigilant guards with crossbows held at the ready, encircled the metropolis. A palpable tension hung in the air; the city remained on high alert after a recent, unsettling incident where a dark rift walker had somehow slipped past their defenses, bypassing both the walls and their intricate security measures.


    As the night shift of one guard drew to a close, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a smooth stone. A soft, internal glow pulsed from its center as he turned to his fellow watchman.


    "My shift''s finally over," he said, a hint of relief in his voice. "Time to get some rest."


    His colleague responded, his brow furrowed with concern. "It''s strange seeing so many extra patrols. Did you hear about the dark rift walker that was supposedly spotted at General Ivan''s estate? That''s likely the cause of all this."


    Rumors had indeed been circulating throughout the city, whispers of an attack on General Ivan Tepsih Darcule''s estate, and the unfortunate injury of one of his sons.


    The tired guard stifled a yawn, the sound raspy in the morning air. "Nah, I doubt that''s the only reason. It''s damn concerning if those monsters can just waltz into one of the most secure cities in the kingdom. Honestly, I''m too knackered to worry properly. Night shifts are a bloody nightmare. Couldn''t they find anyone else daft enough to volunteer?"


    His brother, standing beside him, was taken aback by his sibling''s uncharacteristic apathy. Usually so meticulous and on edge, the night shift had clearly taken its toll on him, his first ever.


    "Alright, tell Mom I''ll be back before dinner," the guard mumbled, turning to finally leave his post.


    Standing at the highest point of the wall, the brother watched him go, then gazed out towards the sprawling lands stretching beyond the city limits. The gentle morning wind rustled through his golden hair as he contemplated the weighty responsibility they carried as protectors of their dwindling civilization.


    I hope you''re right, brother, he thought grimly. We must remain vigilant against this encroaching darkness. Only four kingdoms remain now, and that darkness threatens to swallow us all.


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    Rayhein awoke with a sense of restless energy, an eagerness to explore the unfamiliar surroundings thrumming within him. Offering a polite excuse to the guard stationed near his room, he ventured out for a stroll around the expansive estate, his eyes taking in the manicured beauty of the gardens and the imposing grandeur of the buildings. As he made his way towards what he assumed were the training barracks, he meticulously scanned the area, absorbing every detail of this new world. A profound lack of information gnawed at him, a desperate need to understand everything from its basic geography to the nature of its wildlife.


    Aiden''s memories flickered within him, a disjointed tapestry woven with fragments of his own past and Rayhein''s life.


    Most of my memories are still so hazy, he mused, a slight frown creasing his brow. I only have clear recollections of the three years within the cloning program. It seems only the most impactful memories, the ones that truly shaped the individual, have managed to surface.


    Rayhein''s childhood memories, however, burned with a sharp clarity in Aiden''s mind. He recalled the sting of being born without any discernible magical talent, a deficiency that had made him a constant target for ridicule and even outright abuse within the empire. Despite the relentless hardship, Rayhein had desperately tried to navigate his circumstances, even daring to dream of enrolling in Remutie, one of the kingdom''s most prestigious academies. The crushing disappointment of failing the entrance exams due to his lack of magical aptitude, so highly prized by the institution, still echoed in Aiden''s mind. The relentless pressure had ultimately forced Rayhein to abandon his aspirations of knighthood and instead enroll in the champions program, a path perhaps less glorious but offering a different kind of strength.


    As he ambled along a stone pathway winding through the vibrant garden, his attention was caught by strange birds perched on the manicured hedges. Their beady eyes, sharp and intelligent, followed his every move. They were massive creatures, their build heavy and their long beaks giving them an unsettling resemblance to overgrown crows. Glancing around, Rayhein noted the towering walls that encircled the estate, and beyond them, the imposing silhouette of the city itself.


    Rayhein pondered the significance of these formidable barriers, recalling snippets of information about the hostile entities that roamed this world. The wildlife, he remembered, was often enormous and inherently dangerous, capable of easily overpowering and killing humans. Furthermore, there were subspecies of humans, like himself, and the mention of a "dark rift walker" earlier hinted at even more sinister threats. While science and technology existed in this realm, their advancement was limited, with most civilizations relying on magic or naturally occurring substitutes to fulfill needs that gadgets would otherwise address. It was a world unlike anything he had ever encountered, far more perilous than its initial beauty suggested.


    Rayhein mentally sifted through the fragmented recollections of books he had once read. He knew some of those narratives had left a lasting impression and might hold valuable clues or insights for his current predicament.


    Perhaps rereading those books in my room would offer a welcome escape, he thought, a flicker of longing in his chest. But more importantly, they could prove genuinely helpful in understanding this place.


    As he continued his exploration, Rayhein remained acutely aware of his surroundings, his senses on high alert for anything out of the ordinary. He spotted exotic birds flitting through the air, their feathers shimmering with an almost fiery luminescence.


    "I can''t help but wonder how other species here have managed to survive for so long," he murmured to himself, a hint of awe in his voice. "It''s honestly quite surprising."


    The estate slowly stirred to life around him, the sounds of people awakening and beginning their daily routines gradually filling the air. Guards in polished armor and other personnel hurried about their duties, their movements purposeful. Rayhein paid them little mind, his thoughts still swirling, and continued his aimless stroll.


    Suddenly, the sounds of vigorous activity drew his attention. He had inadvertently stumbled upon the champion knights'' quarter, where figures were already engaged in early morning training, the clang of metal on metal echoing in the crisp air. Rayhein paused, watching their disciplined movements with a sense of grudging admiration.


    As he continued his walk, a prickling sensation on the back of his neck alerted him. He sensed he was being followed. A wave of caution washed over him, yet he also held a certain confidence due to his perceived status within this family. Aside from them, he reasoned, who would dare bother him?


    "Master Rayhein? Is there¡­ an inspection?" a voice inquired from behind.


    A small group of individuals who had been observing the champion knights'' training looked surprised to see Rayhein there so early, especially without the ever-present figure of Hans, the butler, shadowing him.


    "Don''t be alarmed," Rayhein assured them with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I''m just observing the knights'' training. I won''t disturb anyone."


    One of the individuals, a burly man with a scowl etched onto his features, seemed displeased by Rayhein''s presence. "You''re not welcome here, Rayhein," he stated flatly, his tone laced with hostility.


    Rayhein ignored the man, his gaze drawn to a small boy practicing on the grounds. The training area was clearly divided into two sections and boasted a variety of equipment, including a worn firing range and several battered dummies. He even noticed sturdy cages containing what appeared to be bears, their roars occasionally punctuating the morning air.


    The little boy, clad in practical battle clothes made of leather and reinforced with metal plates, particularly caught Rayhein''s attention. It was Avan, his younger brother, the obnoxious little twerp. Rayhein observed Avan diligently practicing his magical abilities, noticing faint burn marks scarring his small armor. Avan muttered something about a "fire manipulation series" as he focused his energy.


    A mischievous impulse flickered within Rayhein. He decided to tease Avan, partly to gauge his volatile reaction and partly to gain a better understanding of how to interact with him in the future. A sharp pang of jealousy twisted in his gut as he watched Avan effortlessly manipulate flames, leaving scorched patterns on his armor. The little brat had always looked down on him, even though Rayhein acknowledged his own past mistakes.


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    "Just watching, don''t mind me," Rayhein said with a deliberately irritating smirk. "Just wanted to see my little brother in action, that''s all."


    As he casually glanced around at the others in the vicinity, Rayhein noticed a uniform expression of dislike, bordering on disgust, on their faces. The realization hit him with a jolt: the animosity towards Rayhein wasn''t confined to just his immediate family. He must have truly messed up in the past. Yet, the memories remained frustratingly hazy, the full story still eluding him.


    The little brother''s face contorted with fury at Rayhein''s taunting words.


    "You? A talentless nobody? What the hell are you even doing here? Watching training? You''re just wasting everyone''s time. Get lost, or¡ª" Avan''s voice trailed off, his small open palm beginning to glow with swirling particles that rapidly coalesced into a visible energy.


    Before Rayhein could react impulsively, the ever-present butler, Hans, seemed to materialize out of thin air, smoothly stepping between the two brothers.


    "It''s time for your studies, Master Rayhein," the butler said, his voice calm and authoritative, a stark contrast to the simmering tension between the siblings.


    Hans cast a brief, almost apologetic glance back at Avan and muttered, "Sorry, Master Avan. Rayhein has his classes to attend." A subtle undercurrent of bitterness laced his words.


    The butler''s swift intervention diffused the immediate confrontation, but Avan''s cutting remark still echoed in Rayhein''s ears, a sharp sting to his pride.


    That little twerp, he seethed inwardly, his fists clenching. I need to teach him a damn lesson. Just wait a few months. I''m sure I can wipe the floor with him in a fight.


    Rayhein turned abruptly and strode away, leaving Avan standing with a look of intense disappointment on his young face. He had hoped to provoke Rayhein into a full-blown fight, eager to deliver a brutal reality check by beating him senseless.


    I''ll kill you someday for abandoning me and Mother, he thought bitterly, the words barely a whisper on his lips.


    Returning to the firing range with renewed focus, Avan concentrated his energy on his right palm. Particles of light danced and converged, his hand vibrating with barely contained power as his left hand steadied it. A glowing plasma ball, crackling with energy, formed in his grasp. He aimed it at a training dummy positioned a hundred feet away.


    With eyes gleaming with fierce determination, Avan unleashed the ball of energy. It shot forward with incredible velocity, striking the target with such force that it erupted in flames, leaving a gaping, smoking hole in its wake. Avan spoke softly, but his voice held a chilling resolve.


    "Just give up, brother. You never stood up for us after Mom''s death. I''ll take your place. You''re useless."


    The soldiers and trainees who had witnessed the display of raw magical power were stunned into silence. Even the grizzled veteran in charge of the training area wore an expression of impressed disbelief.


    "That''s terrifying, to be honest," one young soldier whispered to his companion, his eyes wide. "He could become someone truly great if he went to Rumira."


    As Rayhein walked towards his room in the villa, a question gnawed at him. He turned to Hans, his brow furrowed.


    "Why did you interrupt us back there?"


    Hans seemed genuinely surprised by the question. Rayhein had always backed down from Avan''s provocations in the past. His current, almost confrontational stance felt¡­ different, a noticeable shift since his near-death experience.


    "Are you alright, Master Ray?" Hans asked, his voice laced with concern. "Do you truly believe you''re ready for such a confrontation?"


    Rayhein shook his head, a newfound resolve hardening his gaze. "No, not yet. But I''m thinking of starting proper training now. With enough time, I''m certain I can beat him. Magic isn''t the be-all and end-all. I''ll find a way to improve my situation, one way or another."


    Hans was momentarily speechless, a mixture of apprehension and confusion swirling within him. He couldn''t fathom what kind of training Rayhein, a known null in terms of magic, had in mind. Suggesting he could fight Avan, a prodigy of fire magic, felt incredibly dangerous. It was a sensitive topic, and Hans hesitated to press further, unsure of what Rayhein truly meant.


    Leading Rayhein to his spacious quarters, Hans had already arranged for a tutor from the city, hired by his father, to provide instruction in state affairs, management, and finance. After the lesson concluded, Rayhein returned to his room and lay down on the plush bedding, his mind buzzing with newfound information.


    That was certainly interesting, he thought, a spark of curiosity igniting within him, but I still have so many unanswered questions.


    He found himself utterly fascinated by the world he had been thrust into, a deep yearning to learn everything about it taking root. His insatiable curiosity drove him to seek knowledge about magic, the various races that inhabited this land, their diverse cultures, and the myriad professions that existed. He instinctively understood that gaining this knowledge was crucial, a vital step in preventing any future conflict or misunderstanding. As he pondered the implications of his new reality, he realized the sheer scope of what he needed to learn and made it his silent mission to absorb every piece of information he could.


    Two days had passed since his arrival in this world, and Rayhein had already established a rudimentary routine. His days were filled with studying and practicing relatively simple drills, a structured environment that felt strangely protective. Despite this sense of being shielded, he remained focused on his studies and training, his determination to learn unwavering.


    Perhaps my father is deliberately protecting me, Rayhein mused, a thoughtful expression on his face. If that''s the case, I should make the most of this time. But if war truly looms on the horizon, I can''t afford to remain complacent. I''ll need to get into that school as a knight, to stay close to Aiden. But how in the hell do I even begin training to become a knight?


    As he wrestled with this question, his thoughts drifted back to the knights he had observed in the training area. He decided to return later and observe them more closely.


    I mastered warfare and combat in a hell that would break most minds, he thought, his voice a low, icy murmur. His eyes momentarily lost their warmth, reflecting a cold, unwavering resolve. Magic? I just need a better understanding of it. Every power has a weakness, a flaw. I''ll find the tools to exploit it, to shut it down.


    That evening, Rayhein made his way back to the training area, choosing an odd hour, hoping to find it deserted. To his surprise, he found only one person there: a young boy diligently practicing sword strikes under the fading light. Rayhein watched in silent awe as the boy''s movements flowed with a serene calmness and precise control, his concentration absolute. The boy''s impeccable battle stance immediately caught his eye, an impressive display of disciplined form. Then, the boy moved, striking with a speed that Rayhein''s enhanced senses could barely track.


    Rayhein was astounded by the boy''s incredible speed and agility. The way he moved was a blur, an almost instantaneous shift from one position to another. Even with his enhanced reflexes from his clone body and the combat drugs he had been subjected to, Rayhein had never witnessed such breathtaking speed. The sound of the boy''s movements was sharp and impactful, like a series of rapid thunderclaps echoing across the training grounds.


    Thud.


    BOOM.


    Rayhein could scarcely believe what he had just seen. The boy had struck the training dummy with such speed and force that it seemed to have¡­ vanished. Before Rayhein could approach him, the boy seamlessly transitioned into another stance, his movements fluid and lightning-fast.


    Did he just¡­ vanish? So damn fast. I couldn''t even see him change positions, Rayhein exclaimed internally, his disbelief palpable.


    "Hey," Rayhein called out, trying to get the boy''s attention. "Are you a knight?"


    The boy, still immersed in his training, didn''t seem to hear him at first. But eventually, he paused, turning to face Rayhein with a slight tilt of his head.


    "Huh? No. Just a trainee."


    Rayhein felt a surge of eagerness. He wanted to learn, and this boy clearly possessed a skill he desperately needed. The boy was roughly his height, perhaps a few years older, still undeniably young. Rayhein could sense that he possessed an advanced-level sword art technique, one that held immense potential for him to learn.


    "Hello," Rayhein began, offering a tentative smile. "I''m Rayhein. Sorry to bother you. Could you possibly tell me what that combat style was and¡­ how did you move so incredibly fast?"


    The boy, who was indeed about the same height as Rayhein and appeared a few years his senior, studied him for a moment, his gaze direct and assessing, before finally answering.


    "Champions Spark Battle Style. It''s¡­ kind of complicated to explain. And even if I did, I doubt it would be of much use to you, Sir Rayhein."


    "You know my name? Oh, interesting," Rayhein remarked, his curiosity piqued. "How long does it typically take to learn this battle art? Is it something I could learn? I¡­ can''t use magic, though."


    "It doesn''t actually use magic," the boy clarified, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "It utilizes something different. It''s more about harnessing inner and outer force. To learn just the basics would probably take you around two years of dedicated practice. This technique is considered an advanced-level sword art. My dad''s been drilling me in these things since I was a little kid."


    Despite the daunting timeframe, a thrill of excitement coursed through Rayhein. The prospect of mastering such a powerful technique ignited a spark of hope within him. He knew that champion knights would likely play a crucial role in any future conflicts, and if he could integrate this incredible speed into his already formidable hybrid martial arts skills, the applications for close-quarters combat would be devastating.


    As he subconsciously touched his chest, he distinctly felt the dual rhythm of two separate heartbeats.


    Thum, thum.


    A wave of exhilaration washed over Rayhein at the prospect of leveraging this unique gift, a rare trait inherited by both brothers as a characteristic of their unusual subspecies. He knew his base physical stats were already superior to most, and that was the only advantage he currently possessed.


    "Who needs magic when I can crush anything with sheer might? Hahaha," Rayhein said, a low chuckle escaping his lips, his eyes gleaming with newfound determination.


    The boy looked at him with a mixture of confusion and concern.


    Is he alright? What have I gotten myself into? And¡­ why can''t he just call me by my name? Has he already forgotten me? he wondered, a flicker of hurt in his young eyes.


    Unbeknownst to the two young men, a figure leaned against the wall diagonally opposite them, cleverly concealed from direct view. Hans, the butler, a faint smile playing on his lips, quietly pushed himself off the wall and walked away, having overheard their entire conversation.

 5. Firm conviction: The training has just begun

    In the sprawling estate of Ivan Tepish Dracule, soldiers and guards scoured every corner of the grounds. Their armored boots crunched over gravel as they swept through courtyards, rummaged through shadowed hill caves, and barged into cramped tenant houses. Sunlight glinted off the insignias pinned to their uniforms¡ªa snarling wolf¡¯s head, symbol of the city¡¯s Knight Order. The unit had mobilized after reports of a dark rift walker lurking near the eastern districts, its presence poisoning the air like rot.


    From his first-floor study window, Ivan observed the chaos. A muscular, broad-shouldered man with a scar cutting through his stubble, he radiated the tension of a coiled spring. His role as general demanded he protect the kingdom¡¯s eastern flank¡ªa patchwork of fragile towns and this ancient city, Aquanus. Once a bastion of forgotten magic, its ruins now lay buried beneath cobblestone streets and leaning monuments. Towering stone pillars, their surfaces pitted and carved with indecipherable runes, loomed over the market squares. Ivan often wondered if the ancients who built them had faced horrors like the ones now clawing at his city¡¯s gates.


    He sank into his chair, leather creaking under his weight, and thumbed through the latest patrol reports. The air smelled of dust and ink, undercut by the sharp herbal tang of the dark green tea his butler, Hans, poured into a chipped porcelain cup. Steam curled upward as Ivan took a slow sip, the bitter brew searing his throat.


    ¡°Aquanus,¡± he muttered, more to himself than to Hans. ¡°A city built on bones. I doubt its founders ever imagined this plague.¡±


    Hans stood rigid by the desk, his posture still that of the knight he¡¯d once been. Age had softened his frame but not his eyes¡ªflinty and alert, even as guilt tightened his features. Weeks prior, he¡¯d failed to stop a rift summoner from ambushing Ivan¡¯s nephew, Ray. The boy had survived the attack, miraculously resisting the dark taint that corrupted most victims, but the near-loss haunted them both.


    ¡°Any trace of the summoner?¡± Ivan asked, voice low. He didn¡¯t look up from the reports.


    Hans¡¯ knuckles whitened around the teapot. ¡°None, sir. The rift¡­ it¡¯s still growing. Swallowing the old quarry.¡± A pause. ¡°We¡¯ll find the creature. It¡¯s only a matter of¡ª¡±


    Ivan¡¯s fist slammed the desk, rattling the cup. ¡°Matter of time?¡± he snarled. ¡°Every hour that thing breathes, the rift widens. You¡¯ve seen what pours out¡ªrotting corpses, demons, things that don¡¯t die.¡± His glare pinned Hans. ¡°This isn¡¯t a skirmish. It¡¯s an infection. And if we don¡¯t cut it out¡­¡±


    Hash¡¯s words cut off, unfinished, as a frigid wind howled outside, threading through the ancient monuments like a mournful wail. It carried the faint, chilling clatter of swords and the hoarse shouts of soldiers echoing in the distance. Beneath their feet, deeper than the city¡¯s stone roots, something unnatural rumbled¡ªa low, guttural pulse that shivered up through the floor, stirring dread in their bones.


    ¡°This is bad,¡± Ivan growled, his voice tight with mounting panic. ¡°People are already losing their minds over those sightings. We barely kept the rift under wraps¡ªslapped a construction excuse on it to stop the rumors. But this? This is a disaster. Where¡¯s that bastard hiding?¡± His hands clenched into fists, knuckles whitening as he paced the dimly lit room, the air thick with the musty scent of old wood and wax.


    Two weeks had dragged by since the incident, and despite scouring the estate with every able body¡ªsweeping the surrounding fields and forests¡ªthey¡¯d found nothing. Summoners like this one wielded uncanny powers: cloaking that melted them into shadows, intelligence sharp enough to rival any human. These Dark Rift walkers were the deadliest plague this world had faced. Two kingdoms had already crumbled under their weight, reduced to ash and whispers. Ivan¡¯s gut twisted¡ªwhat was this thing plotting? It was out there, moving, scheming. He couldn¡¯t wait any longer.


    ¡°Hans!¡± he barked, spinning to face his old friend. ¡°Get the knights, the church, every damn royal in this city on alert. We¡¯re prepping for a siege. Ignoring this is suicide¡ªI won¡¯t let arrogance cost me anyone again.¡± His voice cracked on the last word, heavy with a grief that never dulled.


    His gaze drifted to the painting on the wall¡ªthe only one he had of his late wife, her warm smile frozen beside their two young children. The flickering candlelight cast soft shadows across her face, and Ivan¡¯s expression crumpled, sorrow etching deep lines into his weathered features. He pressed a hand to his chest, as if to steady the ache.


    ¡°Yes, sir,¡± Hans replied, his tone clipped but resolute. ¡°I¡¯ll handle it right now¡ªno delays.¡± He turned to leave, but his broad shoulders sagged slightly, burdened by his own fears. Hans had been with Ivan¡¯s family since before they¡¯d fled to this kingdom¡ªtwelve long years watching those three kids grow from squalling newborns to stubborn young adults. His own family weighed on his mind too, but Ivan¡¯s carried a deeper tether.


    I¡¯ve got to keep an eye on them, Hans thought, his jaw tightening as he strode out. Lilly¡¯s still wasting away, that damn dark taint eating at her fragile little body. Avan¡¯s arrogance is spiraling¡ªhe¡¯s chasing power like it¡¯s his lifeline, too proud to lean on anyone. Ray¡¯s finally pulling himself together, training with my boy, but it¡¯s not enough¡ªnot yet. Their safety¡¯s all that matters. Lilly¡¯s cooped up inside, but Avan and Ray? They¡¯re out there, and I can¡¯t lose them to this mess.


    The wind outside sharpened, rattling the windows with an icy edge, as if the world itself braced for the storm brewing beneath its skin. Ivan stood alone, staring at the painting, the weight of his vow pressing down like a blade against his throat.


    ¡°Hans, be careful.¡± Ivan¡¯s voice held a note of worry. ¡°I don¡¯t trust the safety of our home anymore for the time being, especially since that rift appeared just near our estate. We called for a Magical Rift expert to seal it, but it¡¯s only a temporary fix. I think we should conduct another personal sweep with our entire estate manpower.¡±


    ¡°Gladly, sir,¡± Hans replied.


    Hans was relieved that Ivan hadn¡¯t changed. Though he rarely showed it, his care for his family ran deep. It had been a difficult journey for him, as well as for everyone. He had placed considerable pressure on his children, but in his own way, he wanted them to become independent.


    It will only get tougher from now on, he mused.


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    A week had passed since the day Ray had encountered the boy training alone. Ray had been busy during that time, delving into the books left behind by the former Rayhein. He had conducted numerous experiments with the invisible rock, striving to understand better his abilities and the differences in his biology and race. Some answers had emerged, while others remained elusive, but Ray had undoubtedly made progress.


    Sweat glistened on Ray¡¯s brow as he ran under the bright sun, engaged in a training exercise with his newfound friend. His immediate goal was to push his body to its absolute limits. The boy he had met had been kind enough to let him join his running sessions.


    Ray had been quite surprised to discover that the boy was Hans¡¯s son. He had seen him one day after returning from a run, talking to Hans, and had approached them.


    ¡°Hello, Hans? What are you talking about with him? Do you know him?¡± Ray asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.


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    Hans chuckled softly. His son, however, wore a completely blank expression, utterly dumbfounded by Ray¡¯s question. Ray had met and played with him when they were younger, yet this idiot still couldn¡¯t remember him.


    Have you seriously forgotten about me, or are you just messing with me? Allister thought, a flicker of annoyance sparking within him. I was going to play it dumb to surprise him with a few hints when we met, but this guy still hasn¡¯t picked up in three days. I mean, it''s been years, but still, how could he forget me?


    ¡°Huh?¡± Ray responded, genuinely confused.


    Fooling? I¡¯m pretty sure I haven¡¯t met this boy. Maybe Rayhein did, but if he did, I would at least have a memory of him. Perhaps I didn¡¯t inherit that memory, Ray pondered.


    ¡°You seriously don¡¯t remember me?¡± Allister¡¯s voice rose slightly, tinged with disbelief. ¡°We played a lot together. You, Avan, and I were always playing pranks and games when we were little.¡±


    ¡°Still no clue,¡± Ray replied honestly, his expression utterly blank.


    ¡°Allister, you dumbass.¡± Allister¡¯s voice was now laced with irritation. ¡°My name is Allister! It¡¯s so rude to forget me like that!¡±


    Hans struggled to suppress his laughter, while his son fumed with anger, having wasted so much time thinking Ray would eventually recognize him. Since that day, Allister had been noticeably cranky and easily touchy.


    Running for so long rayhein legs were giving up. They were running around the entire city corner to corner every day. Tackling different terrains like rocky, mountainous, forests, and even city streets, etc


    ¡°Are we there yet? It¡¯s been 4 hours.¡±


    ¡°Humph¡±


    Without looking back to check on Ray Allister just ran like the wind.


    ¡°Oye the hell? At least respond.¡±


    This is infuriating. It¡¯s been three days; just drop it already. Is he deliberately trying to annoy me? He barely responds, just a yes or no here and there. Allister thought I should probably just apologize, a wave of frustration washing over him.


    Meanwhile, Ray had noticed a peculiar characteristic of the city. It possessed an unusually oval shape. What was even more intriguing was that the time it took to circle the entire city seemed to vary each day. Ray was certain he had been taking different routes each time, and the distances covered also fluctuated. Keeping up with Allister was proving to be a significant challenge. However, Ray¡¯s past in the super-soldier program had instilled in him valuable skills. He recalled a drill that involved running around the entire base, completing it with the fewest possible steps by utilizing the terrain ¨C trees, buildings ¨C to his advantage. Through rigorous training and the sting of punishment for failure, counting steps had become an ingrained habit, a second nature.


    I still remember most of those experiences. The majority of my memories stem from the Clone program. Yet, I can¡¯t recall much from before that, other than the crash. I can¡¯t even remember the names of more than three countries. It¡¯s quite strange how my memories are structured. Somehow, I still carry that ingrained feeling, that second nature, even in this body, Ray mused, his thoughts drifting to his fragmented past.


    Over the last three days, Ray had counted an astonishing total of more than 268,000 steps. The first day had been particularly grueling, with 100,000 steps, which translated to roughly 64 miles or 100 kilometers. They had run from dawn till dusk, pushing him to his absolute limit. He was amazed by the stamina of this subspecies. He hadn''t expected to be able to keep up, but sheer willpower had allowed him to persevere, albeit with ragged breaths and aching muscles. He also noted that his current height of six feet at this age was quite remarkable.


    The following day had been even more demanding, with 168,000 steps, nearly 107 miles or 174 kilometers. They had spent the entire day running relentlessly. By the time he had returned home, every muscle in his body screamed in protest.


    That fucker was clearly enjoying torturing me, wearing that smug look even after we finished our run. I was reaching the absolute limits of this body. Every bone ached, and my feet were riddled with corns and blisters. Still, this body possesses an incredible recovery speed. A single night¡¯s sleep was enough to restore me, Ray thought, a mix of pain and grudging admiration swirling within him.


    Today marked their fourth hour of running, and Allister still hadn¡¯t uttered a word.


    Allister, maintaining his steady pace, was gradually pulling ahead of Ray. He glanced back with a smug grin, clearly relishing these moments of teasing.


    ¡°Keep up, or maybe we¡¯ll reach home in the next five hours! HAHAHA!¡± Allister¡¯s voice echoed back, laced with playful mockery.


    I¡¯m actually quite impressed that Ray has managed to keep up with me despite only doing basic training for the last five years. I¡¯m currently using force to maintain this pace, and it¡¯s still incredibly difficult. I¡¯ve never even completed a full run along the entire city border. He must have learned the best techniques from his father¡¯s training since childhood. He wasn¡¯t even in this city for a while; he was sent to the knight orders as a young child for four years. Now, at fourteen, he¡¯s returned to the estate where his father works, and they have a large home here, Allister mused, a flicker of respect for Ray¡¯s endurance appearing in his thoughts.


    In the evening, Allister and Ray stumbled onto the estate grounds, utterly drenched in sweat. Their bodies, heavy with exhaustion, gave way as they collapsed onto their knees, their weary legs carrying them from the garden towards the grand villa. Ray¡¯s breath came in ragged gasps; in the past six days, he had run more than he had ever imagined possible. Only one thought hammered in his mind.


    Two hundred and fifty thousand steps. This fucker, two hundred and fifty thousand fucking steps. I don¡¯t even want to do the math. I¡¯m too exhausted. Now I understand how humanity survived; they¡¯re all superhumans. I can¡¯t feel my legs. My legs¡­ The pain is excruciating.


    Gasping for air, Ray was beyond even registering the throbbing agony in his limbs.


    ¡°This training is absurd!¡± Ray finally managed to choke out, his voice raw. ¡°I understand the physical training, but how much further are you going to push me? I have a limit, dammit! What the hell are you expecting from me? I¡¯m not an animal you can just drive like this!¡±


    Lying in the manicured grass opposite him, Allister was equally winded, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.


    ¡°You never stopped,¡± Allister retorted, his voice thick with exertion. ¡°You idiot, I was waiting for you to stop! Just what kind of insane willpower do you possess? This is the first time I¡¯ve been this out of breath. I have never run so much in my entire life.¡±


    Ray¡¯s voice softened, laced with a hint of desperation. ¡°I¡¯m sorry you hate me for not remembering you, but please, end this torture. Let me rest for a few days after today.¡±


    Allister laughed, a genuine, amused sound despite his own exhaustion. He had made Ray beg for respite. Still, Ray was something else entirely. It was disheartening to know he was born a null, possessing such incredible physical capabilities yet unable to wield force.


    ¡°I can only push you to become better,¡± Allister said, his tone now serious. ¡°You have incredible stamina and physical abilities. Can I ask you something?¡±


    Ray had a fair idea of what was coming. ¡°Take your shot,¡± he replied, his gaze fixed on the darkening sky.


    ¡°Ray, you were born a null, right? Why do you want to pursue strength? Isn¡¯t it impossible? Your body can¡¯t use magic or force. It¡¯s honestly quite sad. You¡¯re amazing as you are, but there¡¯s a limit to your physical growth. Eventually, people with talents in either will surpass you. The cases of being born a null are so rare that in the last ten years, there hasn¡¯t been more than one. Why bother putting your life on the line like this?¡±


    That¡¯s a very good question, Ray thought, his mind momentarily forgetting the burning in his muscles. Why do I push myself so relentlessly? I¡¯ve always felt like maybe, just maybe, if I work hard enough, my situation will change. This world is hurtling towards utter chaos. I could easily spend my days in blissful ignorance, but doing so would only make the inevitable future a certainty. I recently learned the true meaning of being a null. The general understanding is that someone in this state cannot and will never be able to use the fundamental forces that exist in this world, like magic and this ¡®force¡¯ everyone talks about. I had initially hoped I could perhaps utilize force, but it¡¯s essentially an application of magical energy used to strengthen the body. It¡¯s very different from magic, which allows for versatile manipulation of matter to create elements. My knowledge is still basic; perhaps Avan is more informed. My only inherent advantage is being born a high human.


    ¡°Well, I just want to be better,¡± Ray said, pushing himself to a sitting position. ¡°I am certainly a null, born without the capability to use these gifts like magic and force.¡±


    He stood up, his legs protesting with every movement. ¡°Should that honestly stop me from striving to be better? I¡¯ve been guilty of a lot of things, Allister. I¡¯m a coward, a failure, and hated by nearly everyone in this estate. Looked down upon by all of them. I¡¯m sick of it.¡±


    He looked at Allister, a faint smile gracing his lips. ¡°I want to change.¡±


    Turning his gaze towards the grand estate, Ray reflected on the myriad experiences he had already encountered in this world. One thing was clear: the future held danger and uncertainty. Yet, he still yearned to protect his family, to be loved by them. Deep down, despite the memories he carried from Rayhein¡¯s life, a part of him was still Aiden, the fifteen-year-old boy who had lost his life on Earth, desperately seeking love and acceptance. Perhaps he could find it with this family. He had to try his utmost to live in a way that would earn their affection and become the best version of himself. He owed that much to Rayhein.


    ¡°I want to show others I can be useful. The kingdom is heading into greater danger with each passing day. I want to be able to protect what is dear to me, even if they don¡¯t like me at the moment. I want to be someone they can rely on. Someday, they might even appreciate me.¡±


    Allister was momentarily speechless. Spending time with Ray had revealed a stark contrast to the quiet, reserved boy he remembered from their childhood. Allister had been devastated back then, burdened by the feeling that he was a hindrance to Ray. But the Ray before him now was different, his unwavering willpower a force to be reckoned with. I will try to teach him everything I know, Allister resolved. There¡¯s no harm in trying, even if it doesn¡¯t ultimately work. He reached out and placed a hand on Ray¡¯s shoulder, a gesture of newfound understanding.


    ¡°I understand. Starting tomorrow, we will begin proper physical training, the painful kind. Are you up for it? Even when I was using force, you managed to keep pace. Maybe you can achieve something truly amazing with your physical talents.¡±


    Ray felt a surge of determination. He was confident that this training would provide the optimal foundation for his goals. He possessed a unique advantage, a gift exclusive to him and his little brother: a high human body with abnormally high physical stats, including two hearts. It was no wonder he had managed to endure Allister¡¯s brutal running regimen for the past week.


    ¡°Don¡¯t count me out just yet. I¡¯ve only just begun,¡± Ray replied, his eyes burning with resolve.


    With a shared chuckle, the two boys turned and headed back towards the welcoming lights of the villa.


    Unbeknownst to them, a small figure had been concealed in the shadows, having just overheard their entire conversation. Avan¡¯s face was contorted with fury, his small fists clenched tightly, and his eyes were bloodshot with a burning rage.


    ¡°You, love us? You hypocritical liar!¡± Avan hissed under his breath, his voice trembling with anger. ¡°Where was this courage when you left us to die? I will crush all your bravado. Just wait. No matter how much you train, you will never be as good as me. I do not need you or anyone, ever again!¡± he finally yelled, the sound swallowed by the approaching darkness.

 6. Sky festival part 1

    The sun had just begun to rise, casting a warm golden glow over the city Aquanus, as people started to stir from their slumber. The bustling streets were slowly getting populated with a variety of beings, both human and non-human. Some were hurrying to their workplaces while others were leisurely opening their shops, ready to start their day. Two individuals, their faces covered by ropes, were strolling towards the market district, taking in the sights and sounds of the vibrant city.


    As both of them observed the city Aquanus was a city like no other, with its unique architecture and diverse population of individuals from different species. The houses were grand and ornate, some even shaped like cocoons, adding to the charm of the already picturesque city. The market district was a hub of activity, with vendors setting up their stalls and buyers haggling over prices.


    Ray had been yearning to explore the city for some time now, but his father had denied him permission due to recent events. Just weeks ago, Due to the events of his nearly dying and the appearance of certain monsters (dark rift walker) As a result, there were suspicions by both his father and the entire city that something was amiss in the Ivans estate with his son. Not many survived a plague-like dark taint, and his father had kept the details under wraps. Eventually, the events got some unwanted exposure, and the city council started asking many questions about the incident.


    Only Ivan, Ray''s father, knew that his son did not get sick due to the dark taint. He had grounded him for one month of observation for any symptoms, but it was still not complete, and nearly four weeks had passed. During this time, Ray found something very interesting. He recalled what Allister had told him about the months.


    "A month here has 5 or 6 weeks, depending on the month. The full year has 16 months. This planet might be bigger than Earth, or maybe the seasons have something to do with it. Astronomy was one of my favorite subjects in middle school. So many schools had different curriculums with respect to astronomy."


    Ray and Allister continued walking towards the stone pillar, their footsteps echoing against the cobblestone streets. The market district was bustling with activity as vendors shouted out their wares and customers haggled over prices. Ray couldn''t help but take in the sights and sounds of the city, from the fancy houses that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, to the strange cocoon-shaped structures that dotted the landscape.


    As they approached the stone pillar, Ray couldn''t help but feel a sense of awe. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before, with its imposing presence. The strange-looking big stone pillar had diagonal and vertical geometry shape. They were like tall pillars of intricate design. He couldn''t help but wonder what purpose it served in the city''s architecture.


    Allister, on the other hand, seemed more concerned about the potential consequences of their little excursion. He grumbled under his breath, his annoyance palpable even through the robes that covered his face.


    Ray had snuck out today and dragged Allister with him because he was not familiar with the city or any routes. They also had to get some gear for training, so it was a win-win situation for Ray. Allister''s annoyed expression was clearly read even while covering his face with robes.


    ¡°You know I could have just got those dummy weapons. Why did you tag along? Are you aware of how much trouble we could get in? You do know that we are not well-received here, right?¡± Allister said with a hint of irritation in his voice.


    Ray knew what could happen, yet he still wanted to check out this city. Training and studying for weeks were taking a toll on him. Still, as a precaution, Ray planned to just take a very small trip in and out of the city.


    ¡°Allister mentioned he wanted to train him with dummy weapons. A good opportunity, I think.¡± Ray thought


    ¡°I know, but come on, it¡¯s just a one-way short trip. We will be back at the villa before breakfast,¡± Ray said, trying to persuade Allister to join him.


    Ray had a realization in the past 2 weeks.


    While having their daily running session around the city, both Allister and he were being looked at with animosity. At first, it did not bother Ray, but getting stares like that was making him question something. This was not targeted at him specifically, but more at both of them.


    Ray had considered asking Allister a question, but he realized it might make the gullible boy suspicious, even with the lie he had fabricated. Ray was concerned, but he needed to focus on what he could do to get into Rumira. Many future events were somehow linked to his little brother, and he hoped to influence some of them by keeping his twerp of a brother in line. if he just stayed close to him


    Allister was very annoyed. He knew that Ray had the potential to get him into trouble. Despite his father''s warning to avoid going to the city without supervision, Allister found himself there with Ray.


    After spending a few weeks with Ray, Allister had grown increasingly annoyed with him.


    ¡°He acts like an idiot, constantly asking about the basics of things and excusing himself by saying he had amnesia after his near-death experience. I understand that he had some problems recalling many things, but forgetting nearly everything was still quite annoying.¡± Allister thought


    Allister looked at Ray with a mixture of pity and sadness. It was as if he was mocking him, but Ray clearly did not give a shit He noticed the look from Allister, He saw it a little as both were the same height. So peeking in his face from the ropes was not difficult.


    "Don''t pity me, you gullible idiot," Ray snapped. "You''re making fun of a sick person. Show some decency."


    Ray''s attitude and remarks had a way of getting under Allister''s skin. Allister was a gullible guy who had learned the code of champions in the academy as a child. Ray''s remarks always seemed to poke fun at the chivalry code that Allister had adopted.


    "Sick my ass. It''s been nearly three weeks. How can you not remember anything?" Allister replied, his annoyance evident.


    After a moment''s pause, Allister wanted an apology for Ray''s offensive remark. "Be grateful, you idiot," Allister added.


    "I know. It''s a work in progress. Now, let''s just lead the way. You''re wasting time with all this chit-chat," Ray said, a hint of mild annoyance in his tone.


    With a mild annoyance, Allister picked up the pace and headed towards the market district, with Ray following close behind. Ray knew that he had to make use of Allister because he knew very little about this world. Most of his memories were of family relations and some history of the kingdom, which he had received from Rayhein. Only very strong memories are present in his mind of rayhein.


    "There might be many things that are a little different since it''s a completely different world. I still Miss Earth. Having to figure out everything is intriguing, but it''s difficult. I''ve got nothing going for me. Searching for knowledge in books is a hassle. Most contain useless information about politics and kingdom formation. It might be useful later, but right now, I need to learn the basics. I died, and there is no turning back. I wish that stupid stone gave me some working memories, not these broken and jumbled-up versions of both Rayhein''s and my own adiens ones. It''s a pain to ask Allister every time now," Ray thought to himself.


    As they arrived at the store, Ray couldn''t help but feel intrigued by the insignia of a strange humanoid-looking rock on the billboard. He slowly read the sign of the shop


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    "Hard Stone Shop? What is this, Allister?"


    Allister had a mischievous smile on his face as he replied,


    "You will see."


    The door of the shop was pure stone, and the entire shop was a well-carved rock. . It was fancy and looked nice using only rocks to build the structure. Ray felt a sense of wonder as he looked at the intricate carvings that adorned the walls and the ceiling. . A proper shop with tiles, floor, billboard, windows, and everything made of stone. Every detail was expertly crafted, and Ray couldn''t help but admire the skill of the stonemason who had created this masterpiece. He noticed that the stone had a unique texture, rough to the touch yet smooth in appearance.


    Ray was excited and had a curious smile on his face as he tried to push the door, which was also made of fancy-colored stone. However, the door wouldn''t budge. Ray had a confused look while Allister was giggling.


    ¡°Huh!!!¡±


    "Maybe there is a button for it?" Ray suggested as he looked around, but he didn''t find anything. The door was smooth with no handles.


    "Come on, open it," Allister urged, still amused by Ray''s struggle.


    "Not funny. Just open it. I don''t know how to open this door," Ray said, clearly not amused as he gave up trying to open the door with brute strength that was not helping it even budge from the spot.


    Allister had a satisfied look on his face as he placed his hand on the stone wall and closed his eyes to concentrate. Focusing his magical energy on a singular point on his middle index finger, a faint purple glow appeared on it. The stone then reacted to it, making lines that looked like a cracked mirror from a singular point on his index finger reaching the end of the door''s edges. The door split into many different pieces and started to diverge from the focal point, clearing a path for them to enter while levitating in the air.


    As they walked through the doorway, Ray was amazed by the interior of the shop. The entire place was made of stone as well just like the outside, from the tiles on the floor to the windows. The stones were expertly carved and the shop looked fancy and well-crafted. Ray felt a sense of wonder and awe as he explored the shop, taking in every detail.


    He noticed that the shelves were lined with various stones of all shapes and sizes, each with a unique texture and color. The air was filled with the earthy scent of the stones, and Ray felt a sense of calm wash over him. There were even luminous stones used as light bulbs.


    Amazing..." Ray whispered in awe.


    "I know you have questions, but not now. You hear me?" his companion said, cutting off Ray''s train of thought.


    "Yeah, sure," Ray replied, his mind still reeling from the experience.


    As they walked into the shop, Ray was struck by the sparkling stones and illuminating stone wares that filled the space. Suddenly, a slow reverberating voice filled his mind, with a stone-grinding quality to it.


    ¡°Welcome, humans. How may I be of service?¡± the voice intoned.


    Ray was stunned. It was like a sound in his head A very tall figure loomed before him, with a broad and wide body that towered over both customers. It stood at roughly 12 feet tall and was made entirely of rock, with hand-like limbs that floated in midair without any visible legs. The body was covered in carving of scars, emitting a strong, dark blue hue from the markings. It was a formidable presence, and Ray couldn''t help but feel a sense of awe.


    ¡°It has many scars that looked like they do not belong on that rocky body and something caused it.¡± Ray thought


    ¡°We''re from the Champion''s Academy,¡± Allister said, showing the badge he had acquired. ¡°We need some hard-stone practice dummies weapons. Could you show us some that we can purchase at a reasonable price?¡±


    The floating body turned around to go deeper into the shop, and Ray and his companion followed closely behind. As they walked, Ray couldn''t help but notice the intricate details on the rock body. The scars looked like they didn''t belong on the body, as if something had caused them.


    ¡°Gladly, wait here, humans,¡± the stone giant said before turning to go deeper into the shop.


    ¡°Wow. Their bodies are so huge. What''s the name of this species?¡± Ray asked Allister, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.


    Allister didn''t respond but instead gave him a series of hand signals, signaling Ray to keep quiet.


    ¡°Let''s pick our dummy weapons. I''ll tell you later, okay?¡± Allister said in a low voice.


    Satisfied with the answer, Ray dropped his question and explored the shop. The place was adorned with various weapons made of stone, some of which had colorful stones engraved into their hilts, making them look particularly intriguing.


    ¡°These are the weapons that you might find useful for dummy practice, humans,¡± the shopkeeper''s voice echoed throughout the shop.


    Ray quickly made his way back to Allister''s side, and they examined the weapons together. Allister picked up and examined each one before settling on four to purchase.


    ¡°We''ll take these four, please,¡± Allister said, holding up the selected weapons.


    The shopkeeper rang up the purchase, and Allister handed over five lunar stones to pay for them.


    ¡°5 lunar stones humans. No bargains in Tia''s shop¡± The stone giant said


    ¡°Fine,¡± Allister said in response to the shopkeeper''s no-bargain policy.


    Allister took out five pebbles that had the exact shape. They had a somewhat transparency with a hue emitting from the. He had a little stingy face but Allister was at least convinced it was the best quality that he could get for practice weapons. They left the shop, carrying the goods as the friendly shopkeeper waved goodbye.


    ¡°Visit again to get more goods, humans,¡± the shopkeeper said with a reverberating voice.


    As they walked away from the shop, Ray couldn''t help but feel curious about the species of the stone giant and the origins of the shop. He wondered what kind of secrets it held and made a mental note to ask Allister about it later. For now, he was content with the practice dummies they had acquired and couldn''t wait to use them at the Champion''s Academy.


    As they left the shop, the door suddenly creaked open on its own, revealing a strange and unexpected sight. A colossal shadow loomed on the horizon, approaching the city with an impressive height that seemed to stretch up to the skies. Ray was awestruck, recognizing the same shadow he had seen when he first arrived in this world. Concerned, he turned to Allister, who wore a surprised expression.


    "What the hell is that?" Ray asked, his voice tinged with worry.


    Allister looked at him quizzically. "Huh? Don''t you remember the sky festival?"


    Ray was confused by Allister''s response, feeling no relief at the mention of a festival.


    "What does he mean by a festival? Is he insane?" Ray thought, eyeing the absurd giant shadow figure that looked as though it could crush the city with one foot. Cloud-like shapes trailed behind it, or perhaps the opposite. Despite his misgivings, Ray decided to trust Allister, who appeared unperturbed by the looming shadow.


    "Yeah, remind me what it was?" he asked.


    "Why not ask him? Maybe he won''t be pissed and might answer. What''s the harm?" Ray thought.


    Before Allister could respond, people began pouring out of their homes, wielding spears and weapons of all kinds. Humans and non-humans alike stood uneasily as the colossal figure closed in. Some non-humans and humans were heavily armed to the teeth, while others relied on their massive bodies to defend themselves. The air was thick with tension as everyone waited for the shadow to arrive.


    Do you see all these people with weapons?" Allister explained pointing in their direction.


    "They''re here to catch sky fish - a huge, delicious fish that flies in the sky within a giant cloud storm. These beings have existed for millenniums, roaming the world in search of super-concentrated magical areas. Every region has such areas, where the concentration of magic is so strong that it can warp the environment and make it uninhabitable for all living things. Some believe the sky giants are protectors who help all of us. Sky fish feed on the pure raw magical energy that the sky giants consume from the environment. Since the scale of it is large there is bound to be residue. The fish fly in the storm and descend to rest. I''ve heard they''re very delicious."


    "Allister, the sky giant is enormous. How can you say it''s no threat?" Ray asked, still feeling uneasy about the whole situation.


    "The sky giants are harmless. They can''t touch anything, and their presence is like a festival in every area they appear. From what I learned at the academy they dodnt have a physical form. I forgot the detail though¡±


    Adding to the conversation he explained


    ¡°It''s rare for them to come here, that''s why I was surprised. We only have ten occurrences each year in the east, but this year there are a lot more. People are willing to pay serious cash for a delicacy like a sky fish. Do you want to try and catch one? It won''t be easy, so let me do the heavy lifting. You haven''t even begun combat training, so stay back, okay?" Allister said, offering Ray an apologetic smile.


    Allister and Ray stared in awe as they watched the sky fish glide through the air.


    "This is amazing, but are you sure it''s safe?" Ray asked.


    ¡°This is amazing they are like natural super filters. Eating the raw access energy and making the world stable. Sky fish just follow them. Huh. That interesting. Wait didn¡¯t he say they existed after that dark era whatever it is? Hmm well, let¡¯s just catch one. I¡¯m a bit disappointed that the food is not as good as I thought it would be in this world. Maybe this will be different¡± ray thought.


    Allister drew his sword from its hilt and positioned himself, ready to catch one of the sky fish. The sky giant figure loomed above the city, its massive foot nearly touching the ground. Ray couldn''t help feeling uneasy at the sheer size of the creature. Some of the people around them were chanting and screaming, caught up in the excitement of the Sky Festival.


    ¡°SKY FESTIVALLLLL¡± the people shouted


    A foot of unimaginable size started falling on the city covering it with a little darkness. .As the foot descended, the city was plunged into mild darkness, and a storm-like wind and thunder filled the air.


    ¡°BOOOM, ROAR¡±


    The sky giant''s roar was deafening, having the feeling of exploding bombs and many non-human creatures with wings were forced to take shelter on the ground.


    Despite the chaos, Ray was amazed at the spectacle before him. The sky was filled with fish, ranging from small to house-sized, floating effortlessly through the air. He couldn''t resist the urge to catch one and help Allister.


    ¡°Allister, why do they come down?¡± he was confused as he looked at them descending from the sky.


    ¡°Everyone has limits. These fish absorb the magical energy from the sky giant. Since it''s an abnormally large pool of pure condensed energy sometimes they tend to get dizzy and fall off from the sky. At least that''s what the magic association thinks maybe if we are lucky a fish might fall in our lap¡¯s haha¡± Allister said amused by his joke


    As they watched, Ray noticed that the fish were diving from the epicenter of the storm to the ground. He braced himself against the wind and took off running towards the source, Allister close behind him.


    Allister savored the excitement of the moment. Opportunities like these were rare, and he knew he could make a good profit from catching just one medium-sized skyfish. Although he never was allowed to participate. Just one medium-human-sized fish could give him enough money to buy so many upgrades to his armor.


    Ray was clearly pumped up by the storm and ready to test his body. He had been working hard on his physical fitness, and it showed in his toned and muscular physique.


    "Money falling from the sky! Let''s catch it" Ray shouted, his enthusiasm reaching new levels.


    The skyfish continued to descend from the storm clouds, and people crowded the streets, eagerly awaiting the start of the Sky Festival. Allister and Ray joined the throngs of people, their eyes fixed on the sky.


    As they waited, the wind continued to howl around them, carrying the scent of rain and electricity. The air was charged with energy, and Allister felt a thrill run through him.


    Many fish were descending from the sky. Some were waiting for it on the streets. The sky festival had started.

 7. Sky Festival part 2: Underestimating the threat

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    A colossal figure descended upon the city, its sheer size defying belief. The sky giant possessed a seemingly translucent body, appearing as a dusky shadow against the bright sky. Its immense foot blotted out the sun, plunging the city of Aquanus into an eerie darkness.


    Inside the estate, Avan was diligently practicing weapon arts under the watchful eye of one of the instructors. He paused, noticing the unusual darkening of the sky, as if a massive cloud had suddenly enveloped them. He had witnessed this phenomenon only once a month. A phrase instantly surfaced in his mind: Sky Festival.


    Growing up, he had seen many sky festivals. The tradition involved hunting enormous, magically imbued fish that swam through the air, followed by a grand celebration upon their capture. He had never participated in a hunt himself. It was considered dangerous, yet the rewards were said to be substantial. The thought of hunting the elusive flying sky fish now ignited a spark of excitement within him. This rare event occurred only once a month, offering a unique opportunity.


    He had been diligently preparing for his upcoming school entrance exams. This festival presented one of the few chances to hunt magical beasts within the relative safety of the city, a far cry from the perils of venturing alone into the forests and beyond the protective walls. This could be an excellent exercise to test my skills. Maybe I should sneak out? Shouldn¡¯t be too difficult, he mused, a mischievous glint in his eyes.


    ¡°Sir Avan, you seem unusually distracted during swordsmanship class today,¡± the instructor observed, his brow furrowed slightly.


    ¡°Sorry, sir,¡± Avan replied quickly. ¡°Could we end today¡¯s session now? I need to meet Father.¡±


    The instructor nodded, excusing him without question, as it was a general order he wasn¡¯t privy to.


    Before departing, Avan turned back. ¡°Have you seen my brother?¡± he inquired, trying to sound casual.


    ¡°Yes, he has been training with Trainee Knight Allister. He doesn¡¯t attend my classes, so I don¡¯t know anything beyond what I¡¯ve observed,¡± the instructor replied.


    Avan¡¯s thoughts drifted to the past four weeks, recalling his older brother¡¯s sudden dedication to physical training. It was so unlike Rayhein, who had always been more inclined towards books and quiet contemplation. Avan also remembered the unsettling conversation from a few weeks ago, when his brother had uttered those appalling words: that he loved his family. Avan remained convinced it was nothing but a blatant lie.


    Someone like that doesn¡¯t deserve a family. A coward who would run and abandon everyone to save his own skin. He is utterly revolting, Avan thought, his jaw tightening with resentment.


    Haunted by the past, Avan found it increasingly difficult to trust anyone. My brother abandoned him when it mattered most. How could he possibly count on others?


    Avan was sick of feeling weak and helpless. He pushed himself relentlessly in his training every day, determined to overcome his perceived pitiful self. I want to be strong. Strong enough that nobody could harm me, and no one could challenge me. So no one can ever take anything from him again, he vowed silently.


    He pulled out a pocket watch, its cover engraved with the image of his late mother. Gazing at her face, a wave of emotion washed over him. I will succeed, Father. I will help our family become nobles. Ray doesn¡¯t deserve to be part of our family. Once I become the head, I will get rid of him for good, he resolved, his young face hardening with grim determination.


    Avan strode out of the villas, heading towards the bustling city. Two figures watched him from a balcony, their silhouettes framed against the darkening sky. The small figure of Avan soon disappeared into the distance.


    ¡°Dear, are they going to be alright? Shouldn¡¯t we stop him? It¡¯s dangerous,¡± Ullie, the mother of the family, said, her voice filled with worry. This sky festival was known to be perilous. My own sons, Avan and Rayhein, are both in the city. They are still such young children. These fish monsters (Skyfish) are far more dangerous than people assume, she thought, her heart clenching with anxiety.


    Her husband, Ivan, stood beside her, his gaze fixed on the rapidly changing weather and the stormy hues spreading across the sky. ¡°I have sent Hans to watch over the children. All the champion knights of the city have also been deployed for safety, so don¡¯t worry,¡± he reassured her, though his own expression remained serious.


    ¡°There will be far more dangerous situations in the future,¡± Ivan continued, his voice grave. ¡°They have to grow stronger. This kingdom and its people will not be kind to the likes of us. They will face discrimination and be easily taken advantage of if they don¡¯t become strong. These are cruel times. This festival will give them a taste of the threats that are out there.¡±


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    Rayhein watched, his gaze fixed on the colossal foot as it descended towards the city, its impact causing the once clear sky to cloud over, casting a dusky gloom. These sky giants possessed no tangible form that could interact with the physical world, yet Ray experienced something fascinating. Within the giant''s ethereal body raged a storm, a swirling vortex of condensed energy high in the air. Countless flying fish circled within this tempest, their movements synchronized, diving downwards after a time, acting as a collective, a living bait ball reminiscent of how terrestrial fish behaved for safety. Seeing these magical beasts mimic such behavior was intriguing to Ray. There must be a predator if they''re acting like that, right? he pondered.


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    Observing the surroundings, Ray noticed that some hunters had already managed to capture several fish. Their movements were efficient and professional, subduing the creatures with minimal apparent effort. Upon closer inspection of the captured fish, Ray noted their sharp, elongated teeth and claw-like fins. Two antenna rods protruded from either side of their bodies. The sky above teemed with countless sky fish, their sizes ranging from ten to seventy feet. The sheer number of them filled the air.


    This can¡¯t be right. How is this a festival? These are literal monsters that could tear apart houses with their massive jaws, Ray thought, a sense of unease creeping in.


    Scanning the area, Ray realized that most of the town was deserted. Windows and doors were tightly shut. Only individuals equipped with specialized gear and knights were actively preparing to seize this opportunity and capture these magical creatures. Most of them had taken positions on the rooftops of buildings.


    ¡°Allister, should we call this off?¡± Ray asked, his voice tinged with concern. ¡°How are we even supposed to catch these things if they can fly? Can¡¯t they just fly away?¡±


    Allister, meanwhile, was scanning for a high vantage point to try and catch a smaller sky fish. Ray trailed behind him. ¡°Well, most people use gear built by the dwarves ¨C harpoons and incredibly sturdy nets. Some just try to cut off their antennas. I know the general basics: if both antennas are severed, they fall to the ground. The problem is, they have very tough bones and skin. Shouldn¡¯t be too hard, though,¡± Allister added with a confident shrug.


    ¡°Can¡¯t we just use the house¡¯s ceiling?¡± Ray suggested, looking up at a nearby building.


    ¡°No, we¡¯ll get into trouble, and we¡¯ll be held accountable for any damage,¡± Allister dismissed the idea.


    Still searching for an elevated spot, Ray and Allister scouted the city streets. Using private homes was out of the question due to potential property damage. ¡°What about that stone pillar?¡± Ray pointed towards a thick stone pillar, one of many scattered throughout the city. Several people had already claimed their spots, and some were actively climbing. These pillars stood at least forty feet tall.


    Ray and Allister quickly ascended a pillar that was wide enough for several people to stand on comfortably. Reaching the top, they had a good vantage point, ready to try their luck. Many sky fish were now descending in tight bait balls, while others hovered as strays, some as low as forty feet in the air.


    ¡°These monster fish are here. Be careful,¡± Allister warned, his eyes scanning the approaching creatures.


    ¡°You too,¡± Ray replied, a knot of apprehension tightening in his stomach.


    Neither Ray nor Allister had any specific gear; they were simply hoping a fish would stray close enough for them to attempt to subdue it. Suddenly, a fish roughly fourteen feet in length was approaching their pillar.


    ¡°Use your hand as a catapult,¡± Allister said quickly, his eyes fixed on the approaching fish. ¡°With your full strength, launch me at that fish!¡±


    Ray was far from confident in this reckless plan. His brow furrowed with worry. ¡°Are you sure? I don¡¯t think these things are as easy to catch as we think. Just look at them.¡±


    ¡°Just do it! We¡¯re here anyway; might as well get something out of it,¡± Allister insisted, his voice brimming with excitement.


    Grabbing Allister¡¯s hand, Ray began to whirl him around with surprising intensity, Allister¡¯s feet lifting completely off the stone. Ray spun Allister¡¯s body as if he were weightless. Stopping his momentum for a split second, Ray aligned Allister towards the approaching fish at precisely the right moment and hurled him into the air with all his might.


    Swish!


    The force with which Allister was launched created a distinct swirling sound of displaced air. Allister soared towards the fish with unwavering focus. Mid-air, he subtly shifted his weight, aligning his body and trajectory directly towards his target. His hand instinctively moved to the hilt of the sword sheathed at his hip, his fingers closing firmly around it. He had only truly mastered one skill in the junior academy: how to train and hone his use of inner force abilities. Force, in essence, was the manifestation of inner strength through the channeling of bodily energy. The output varied greatly from person to person, requiring significant time and dedication to refine and evolve its use. Allister, utilizing his force, was now as strong as Ray.


    Drawing his sword in a swift motion, he contorted his body into a 360-degree spin, using the momentum to deliver a devastating sword strike. Allister was confident; the fish was oblivious to his approach, facing in the opposite direction.


    The fish and Allister¡¯s sword collided with a sharp shing.


    The sword shattered into tiny fragments; the blade hadn''t even scratched the fish''s thick hide. Allister¡¯s body slammed into the fish headfirst, the impact knocking him unconscious as he plummeted towards the ground.


    ¡°Shit!¡± Ray exclaimed, his face paling as he witnessed the events unfold in a terrifying instant. Despite spending the last few weeks training with Allister and witnessing his strength, the fact that his sword strike hadn''t even marked the fish was deeply unsettling.


    We need to retreat. This is beyond our capabilities, Ray thought frantically.


    He rushed towards the spot where Allister¡¯s limp body was rapidly descending, his eyes fixed on him with intense focus. WHAT the fuck? I¡¯m too far! No, no, no!


    The fish, enraged by the attack, was now pursuing the falling body, its pointed mouth opening wide, ready to devour the unconscious Allister. It was rapidly closing the distance, and for Ray, the sight was one of utter hopelessness. Glancing around, he saw that everyone else was preoccupied, battling their own encounters with the sky fish.


    We seriously underestimated the threat, Ray realized, his heart pounding in his chest.


    No one seemed willing or able to intervene. Ray sprinted with every ounce of strength he possessed, but the distance was too great.


    Boom!


    A sudden blast of energy struck the fish dead center in its eye. The creature shrieked in disorientation, its momentum faltering as it plummeted towards the ground. Its wounded eye caught fire, burning fiercely as it crashed, creating a crater in the stone below. Standing nearby, panting heavily, was a young boy, his right hand visibly burnt by flames. It was Avan. Their eyes met across the chaotic scene, but the deafening shrieks of the injured fish drowned out any possibility of communication.


    The fish, however, quickly righted itself, using its antenna rods as makeshift legs, its one good eye fixed on the three teenagers as if they were mere prey. Its jaws opened, saliva dripping onto the ground, sizzling and melting the stone beneath. Ray stared in stunned horror as the creature began to advance towards them.


    This thing wasn¡¯t handicapped at all by falling. Its big claws and jaws are ready to rip us to shreds, Ray thought, his mind racing.


    With surprising speed, the fish propelled itself forward using its antenna-legs, closing the distance rapidly, its single burning eye fixed on them with murderous intent.


    ¡°ROARRR!¡±


    Ray braced himself, ready to defend the unconscious Allister. Only one thought echoed in his mind: How the fuck is this a festival? We are so fucked.