《The Denied (Alpha, LitRPG)》


 Chapter One

    Theo was ready to announce himself to the world¡ªhe just didn¡¯t know the world was about to end.


    "Unbelievable. They let a hack like you into the GFL?" sneered Max, "The Mauler" Mason. He was the opponent for the upcoming fight and a knuckle-dragging stereotype of every meathead bruiser Theo had ever encountered.


    He had a face that looked like it had lost a fight with a meat grinder and shoulders that seemed permanently hunched from carrying his ego.


    His shaved head gleamed under the stage lights, whilst his cauliflower ears told a story of years in brutal combat, though his insults suggested most of the brain cells had been left behind in the cage.


    Max¡¯s neck was so thick it looked like it had aspirations of becoming a second torso. ¡°I¡¯ve seen moms doing boxercise at my gym hit harder than you.¡±


    Theo smirked and leaned into the mic. The heavyweight prospect stood at 6''4" with a lean, muscular frame. He radiated a mix of cocky confidence and restless energy.


    His brown hair was perpetually messy, a perfect match for his lopsided grin, and his icy blue eyes gleamed with a spark of mischief that had always made him a crowd favourite.


    The sleeve tattoo of a blood moon amidst the clouds on his left arm seemed almost alive as he gestured, a symbol of a darkness within him at odds with his cheeky persona. "Oh, your gym caters to moms? That explains a lot¡ªespecially since you¡¯ve been dribbling through this conference like a toddler."


    The crowd erupted in laughter, a mix of genuine amusement and schadenfreude at Max¡¯s expense. Max¡¯s face turned a shade of red that could have guided planes in for a landing.


    Max¡¯s hands slammed onto the table. ¡°You¡¯re gonna regret that, Kane.¡± The microphones trembled, and so did the event manager standing off to the side.


    Theo widened his eyes in mock innocence. ¡°Regret? I regret a lot of things already. Like eating that gas station sushi last week. Or signing up to fight someone who sounds like a rejected action movie villain.¡±


    More laughter, though this time the event manager¡¯s face had paled significantly. Theo could practically hear her internal monologue screaming: Please don¡¯t let this devolve into a brawl again. Please.


    Max didn¡¯t get the memo. In a flash, he was on his feet, lunging across the table with a snarl that would have made a pit bull reconsider its life choices. Theo¡¯s instincts kicked in before his brain could catch up, and he sidestepped just as Max¡¯s fist came crashing down where his head had been.


    ¡°Whoa, whoa, whoa!¡± Theo said, raising his hands in mock surrender. ¡°Save it for the ring, champ. Or are you trying to get yourself out of it early?¡±


    The crowd erupted into chaos. Security scrambled to separate them, but Max was in full rampage mode, swatting at anyone who got too close as security attempted to hold him back. Theo, ever the opportunist, made a dramatic show of dusting himself off before slapping Max across the face with an open palm.


    The slap wasn¡¯t meant to hurt¡ªjust to humiliate. Judging by Max¡¯s wide eyes and agape mouth, it worked.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    Max blinked, jaw slack. ¡°Did you just¡­ slap me?¡±


    Theo smirked, leaning in just enough to whisper, ¡°Maybe.¡±


    Max roared, lunging again, but this time the security team was ready. They hauled him back, kicking and screaming, while Theo gave a little wave to the cameras. ¡°Ladies and gentlemen, the Mauler! Let¡¯s hear it for his breath-taking performance in interpretive tantrum-throwing.¡±


    The audience¡¯s laughter and applause followed Theo as he was escorted offstage, ostensibly for his own safety, but mostly because the event manager looked like she was about to have a stroke.


    In the quiet of the backstage room, Theo finally let out a breath he hadn¡¯t realized he was holding. He sank into the only chair in the room, a lumpy thing that felt like it had been salvaged from a dumpster. For the first time all day, there were no cameras, no crowds, no expectations. Just him and his thoughts.


    And maybe, just maybe, a tiny sliver of doubt.


    Was he pushing too hard? The GFL was his big break, his shot at going pro after years of street fights and small-time matches. But his mouth had always been both his best weapon and his greatest liability. People already dubbed him "The next Conrad McGregor".


    ¡°Meh, too late to change now,¡± he muttered, rubbing his temples. His phone buzzed on the table, probably a barrage of angry texts from his coach, Tom. Instead, there was nothing. No texts, no calls, no notifications. Not even a missed call from his gym buddy reminding him to drink more water.


    ¡°Huh.¡± Theo frowned. That was weird. Tom usually sent at least one profanity-laden tirade after Theo pulled a stunt like that. He glanced at the clock on the wall. 12:03 p.m.


    And right then, the world ended.


    It began as a low hum, faint and almost imperceptible, like the resonance of a far-off engine. Theo barely had time to sit up before the walls around him shimmered, their solid edges rippling as though submerged in water. His breath caught as cracks snaked along the ceiling¡ªnot cracks of plaster or concrete, but fissures of light, jagged and impossibly bright.


    ¡°What in the hell?¡± Theo whispered, his voice swallowed by the strange, growing vibration in the air. He stepped toward the door, but the floor beneath him undulated, throwing him off balance. The light from the cracks intensified, spreading across the walls and ceiling like veins of molten energy.


    A sound, sharp and crystalline, pierced through the hum. Theo flinched as the very fabric of the room shattered¡ªno, dissolved. Pieces of his surroundings disintegrated into fragments of white light, floating upward like embers before vanishing entirely. He reached out instinctively, his hand brushing against nothing but cold, empty space where the door had been moments before.


    ¡°Theo, relax¡± he muttered to himself, his voice trembling as panic gripped his chest. ¡°You must have let your guard down and he got you. This is obviously just a¡ª¡±


    The floor vanished beneath his feet.


    Theo stumbled, his arms flailing for something solid, something real. He fell, but not downward¡ªthere was no sensation of gravity, no pull. He was suspended, weightless in a void that stretched endlessly in every direction. Around him, the world dissolved into a lattice of glowing grids, infinite and alien, stretching into nothingness.


    His mind rebelled against the sight. It was too much, too vast, too incomprehensible. His muscles tensed, but there was nothing to brace against, nothing to fight. He was utterly, terrifyingly powerless.


    A pressure built behind his eyes, a pounding that matched the rhythm of the hum now vibrating through his entire body. He clenched his fists, willing his legs to move, his lungs to breathe, his mind to focus¡ªdo something, anything!


    But there was nothing he could do.


    The hum reached a crescendo, a deafening symphony of energy and light. Theo¡¯s vision blurred as the grid pulsed with blinding intensity. His chest heaved, panic searing through him like fire¡ªthen, darkness.


    His last thought, faint and bitterly ironic, was that the universe really knew how to ruin a good day.

 Chapter Two

    Theo¡¯s head pounded as consciousness clawed its way back. The void of nothingness he¡¯d plunged into was replaced by something far worse: sensory overload.


    The air was thick and humid, laced with the tang of ozone and a faintly floral scent. His skin prickled with a strange energy, as if static electricity were dancing over every inch of him.


    He forced his eyes open, only to immediately regret it. The sky above was a fractured kaleidoscope of colour, shifting and warping with no discernible pattern.


    It was as though the universe had decided to throw up every shade of insanity and pin it to the heavens.


    The ground beneath him was smooth and glossy, like obsidian, but etched with faint, glowing lines that pulsed in rhythm with some unseen heartbeat.


    Theo groaned, then sat up, his muscles protesting.


    The last thing he remembered was the press conference: the lights, the roar of the crowd¡­ and then, nothing. Now he was here, wherever ¡®Here¡¯ was.


    His fingers brushed the ground, tracing the glowing lines as his mind scrambled to make sense of his surroundings.


    A sudden, unbearable pressure gripped his skull. Theo cried out, clutching his head as a force he couldn¡¯t see but could definitely feel tried to worm its way into his mind.


    It wasn¡¯t just pain¡ªit was invasive, like something was digging through his thoughts with clumsy, oversized hands. His knees hit the ground hard, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps.


    Images he couldn¡¯t recognize and sounds that defied logic assaulted him. They didn¡¯t belong to him but were forced into his consciousness like puzzle pieces from a completely different picture.


    ¡°Get the fuck out of my head!¡± Theo shouted, his voice ragged, though he didn¡¯t know if anyone could hear him.


    Then, just as suddenly as it started, the pressure vanished.


    He collapsed forward, panting as sweat dripped down his temples. His ears rang in the absence of the intrusion, the silence almost as unsettling as the invasion itself.


    Before he could gather his thoughts, the silence broke. A strange series of sounds, sharp and uneven, resonated around him. At first, it was nothing but disjointed tones¡ªharsh clicks, metallic shrieks, and guttural growls.


    Then, the sounds morphed, struggling to form rhythm and structure. A garbled language spilled out in fragments, flickering through alien tongues, each discarded as quickly as it came.


    Theo flinched as the cacophony grew louder, like an orchestra of wrong notes testing his limits.


    ¡°What is this?¡± he gasped, staggering upright, his fists clenched against the chaos.


    The sounds refined themselves, honing in with eerie precision. Familiar shapes formed within the nonsense, syllables aligning like gears until finally, words emerged. English words.


    "Welcome, Theo Kane," a voice intoned, disembodied and cold. It cut through the air like a razor, sending shivers down his spine.


    Theo shot to his feet, his body falling into a defensive stance out of instinct. His eyes darted around, searching for the source. "Oh, great. Mystery voice. That¡¯s never a bad sign. Where are you hiding? Behind the creepy sky or the haunted floor?"


    "You have been deemed ineligible for System integration. As such, you are denied access to all standard features."


    Theo blinked. "System? Integration? Like WIFI or something? Make sense!" He tried to sound tough, but the exasperated quiver in his voice betrayed him.


    The voice didn¡¯t acknowledge his question. "As per protocol, you will now be relocated to the nearest bloodline benefactor for further assessment. Benefactor not found. Ascertaining last known location of Benefactor. Location obtained."


    "Wait¡ªhold on a goddamn minute!" Theo shouted. "Bloodline? Benefactor? Can we maybe back up a bit and start with what the actual fu¡ª"This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    The world shifted beneath him. It wasn¡¯t a physical movement¡ªno ground trembling or wind gusting¡ªbut a lurch in reality itself, as though the fabric of existence had been yanked sideways.


    Theo¡¯s stomach churned, and for a brief, horrifying moment, he thought he might hurl.


    When the vertigo subsided, he found himself standing in front of a building. If it could even be called that.


    The structure loomed, a jagged monstrosity of metal and organic material fused together in a way that defied logic. It pulsed faintly, as if alive, its surface shifting like it was breathing.


    He took a cautious step forward, inhaling deeply. "Okay, so either I¡¯m supposed to go in there, or I¡¯ve just unlocked a horrifically cursed side quest." He muttered, shaking his head. "Yeah, no thanks."


    Still, he had nowhere else to go. The alien landscape stretched endlessly around him, a patchwork of biomes that seemed ripped straight from a fever dream.


    In the distance, he could make out crystalline forests, a river of molten silver, and¡­ was that a volcano spitting purple fire? None of it looked remotely safe.


    He turned back to the building and shook his head in consternation. "Alright, big dog. I guess we see what the creepy house has to offer."


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    The door¡ªif it could even be called that¡ªslid open with a wet hiss as Theo approached, revealing a dark corridor lined with glowing vein-like cables. They pulsed faintly, casting an eerie light that did little to reassure him.


    He hesitated at the threshold, every instinct screaming at him to turn back.


    ¡°Ah. See, this is the part where the horror movie guy dies to kick everything off. Hard pass.¡± he said aloud, taking a step back. ¡°I¡¯ll just wait out here until¡­¡±


    The door hissed shut. Theo¡¯s stomach dropped. ¡°I just shouldn¡¯t talk.¡±


    Inside, the air was cooler but carried the same electric tang. The walls shimmered faintly, alive with strange patterns that seemed to shift and swirl in response to his presence.


    He couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that he was being watched.


    As he ventured deeper, the corridor opened into a vast chamber filled with technology that made his head spin.


    Monitors floated in mid-air, displaying symbols he couldn¡¯t comprehend. Mechanical arms whirred and clicked, their movements precise as they worked on¡­ something.


    The centrepiece of the room was a towering column of light, its surface rippling like liquid glass.


    ¡°If you continue forward you¡¯ll be a puddle in three seconds. State your name and class,¡± a voice boomed. Unlike the earlier disembodied voice, this one carried a sharp, almost accusatory edge.


    Theo froze. "Uh, Theo Kane? I guess, lower class?"


    The voice ignored his quip. "Your system class, numb nuts! Why are you even here so early, the tutorial should still be ongoing."


    Theo raised an eyebrow. "Well I don¡¯t know what that is, so calm your tits. Early, what? I didn¡¯t exactly book a ticket. Your system thingy dragged me here."


    There was a pause, the kind that felt like judgment. Then, the column of light shifted, its surface rippling as a holographic figure emerged. The figure was humanoid but distinctly alien, its features sharp and angular, with glowing blue eyes that seemed to pierce through him.


    "You¡¯re not supposed to be here," it said, its tone a mix of curiosity and irritation. "How did you bypass the initialization protocols?"


    Theo shrugged, trying to mask his unease with bravado. "Beats me. Maybe your fancy system doesn¡¯t like me."


    The figure tilted its head, studying him. "Hmm. Mildly Interesting. A deviation. EG won¡¯t like that."


    "Yeah, great," Theo said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, care to explain why I¡¯m here? No one has told me anything."


    "I don¡¯t know. Maybe to test the limits of how resilient my work is to unheralded levels of whining? I don¡¯t control what that bitch of a system does."


    Theo opened his mouth to retort, but the figure raised a hand. "Shut up. I¡¯ll figure this out. Take one step forward but touch any of my shit and you¡¯ll die."


    Theo thought about giving some quip, but the cameras weren¡¯t on, and he wanted answers more than he wanted to soothe his pride. With a deep breath, he took a cautious step forward.


    The room responded instantly. Lights lanced over his skin, each pulse crawling into his veins and tugging at something deeper¡ªlike the machine wasn¡¯t just scanning him but dissecting him piece by piece.


    The hologram flitted between him and some unseen interface, muttering in frustration.


    ¡°Oh, you have got to be shitting me!¡± it exclaimed, its earlier cold composure unravelling.


    Theo crossed his arms, his brow furrowing. ¡°Care to let me in on the joke?¡±


    The hologram¡¯s gaze snapped back to him, glowing eyes narrowing. ¡°You ARE the joke. A colossal, cosmic one at my expense.¡±


    ¡°Dad? I thought you died,¡± Theo quipped, his voice laced with sarcasm. ¡°Now, what does that mean exactly?¡±


    The voice ignored him; its form flickered, glitching as it muttered to itself. ¡°Catalyx signatures¡­ It shouldn¡¯t have skipped this many generations.¡±


    Theo blinked, the words flying past him like a language he wasn¡¯t fluent in. ¡°Great talk Spock. Really cleared things up.¡±


    The scans abruptly stopped, and the hologram dissolved as if it had never been there. A heavy, distinctly human voice replaced it, sharp with frustration. ¡°Get in here, Theo.¡±


    Theo glanced back at the door sealing him off from the alien chaos outside. With a resigned sigh, he stepped forward, crossing the threshold into the unknown.


    Darkness enveloped him for a moment, his heart pounding in the suffocating stillness. Then, the voice spoke again, quieter this time, almost grudging.


    ¡°This should¡¯ve been impossible¡­ but here you are.¡±