Chapter: My Father's Enemies The grin didn’t fade as I turned away from the mirror, my mind racing. Fun. That was one way to put it. Insane was another. I ran my fingers over the expensive watch, the weight of it foreign against my skin. The bruises on my knuckles, the ache in my ribs, the ghost of Dylan’s boot against my side—those felt real. But this? The palatial estate, the staff treating me like royalty, the ten million dollars sitting in my account? It was like stepping into someone else’s life. And maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. I took a deep breath, inhaling the subtle scent of cedar and wealth, then crossed the room to the massive walk-in closet. Rows of suits in deep charcoals and midnight blues hung perfectly pressed, their designer labels whispering a price tag I didn’t even want to guess at. The shelves held rows of polished Italian leather shoes, and the glass display cases glinted with cufflinks, tie bars, and watches worth more than my old bartender’s salary in a year. I ran my fingers
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Chapter: Chapter 6: Now A Lancaster My fingers trembled around the phone, my breath coming in short, disbelieving gasps. Ten million dollars. Ten million dollars. The number burned itself into my mind, searing away the pain, the humiliation, the despair. "Who… who are you?" I managed, my voice hoarse but no longer weak. There was something new in it now—something raw, electric. Hope. The man chuckled, a rich, warm sound. "My name is Vincent Cole, Master David. I’ve been searching for you for a very long time." Vincent Cole. The name meant nothing to me, but the way he said it—like it should have carried weight—made my pulse quicken. "You’re telling me," I said slowly, forcing my thoughts into some semblance of order, "that I’m the heir of Andrew Lancaster. The billionaire Andrew Lancaster." "Not just the heir," Vincent corrected, his voice dropping into something almost reverent. "His only heir. His son." The world tilted. Son. The word hit me like a freight train. My father—if he even was my father—had
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The Life-changing Phone call I pushed open the bar’s creaky door and stepped inside, immediately hit by the familiar scent of alcohol, sweat, and stale smoke. The place was already busy, dimly lit with the usual crowd of regulars hunched over their drinks. Back to reality. I sighed, rolling my shoulders before making my way behind the counter. “Look who finally decided to show up,” a gruff voice called. I turned to see Mark, my manager, wiping down a glass with his ever-present scowl. He was a burly guy in his late forties with a permanent five o’clock shadow and a personality that swung between grumpy and mildly tolerable. “You’re two minutes late,” he added. I sighed. “Traffic.” Mark grunted but didn’t push it further. He didn’t actually care as long as I did my job. I grabbed an apron and tied it around my waist, my mind still replaying everything that had happened today. Jenny, her car, her laughter, the way she looked at me… I shook my head. I needed to focus. The night dragged on like it
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Chapter: Chapter 4: A Strange ConnectionWe continued eating, the atmosphere between us surprisingly light despite how unusual this situation felt. Jenny had this way of making things seem normal—even though nothing about this was normal. “So, tell me about yourself,” she said, twirling her fork between her fingers. “What do you like to do when you're not fighting in lecture halls?” I smirked. “You make it sound like I do that often.” She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you?” I sighed dramatically. “Alright, maybe I’ve gotten into a few… misunderstandings.” She chuckled. “That’s a diplomatic way to put it.” I shrugged. “Well, when you don’t have much in life, you tend to fight to keep what little you do have.” Her eyes flickered with something unreadable, but she didn’t press. Instead, she took a sip of her drink and asked, “Okay, what about hobbies? Do you have any?” “Hobbies?” I repeated, thinking for a moment. “Uh… I guess I like reading. And fixing things. You know, like repairing old gadgets, computers, stuff
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Chapter: Chapter 3: A Rare FeelingProfessor Jenny and I made our way back to the lecture hall, and I could feel every single pair of eyes on us. The whispers started immediately—hushed murmurs, stolen glances, judgmental smirks. Some students nudged each other, others discreetly pulled out their phones, probably to record whatever was happening. I didn’t care. I kept my head straight, matching Ms. Jenny’s pace as she walked beside me, completely unfazed by the attention. If anything, she exuded an air of quiet authority, her presence commanding the room before she even said a word. We entered the lecture hall, and the moment we did, the whispers intensified. I ignored them. My focus shifted to my book, still lying on the floor where Dylan had crushed it. I walked over and bent down, picking it up. The cover was bent, the pages slightly torn, but I didn’t care. I ran a hand over the creases before tucking it under my arm and making my way to my seat at the far end of the hall. Ms. Jenny, on the other hand, st
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Chapter: Chapter 2: Professor Jenny I walked into the lecture hall, heading straight for the farthest row. It was where I always sat—out of sight, out of mind. The perfect place to keep my head down and focus. Dropping my bag onto the desk, I pulled out my battered notebook and the thick textbook I carried everywhere. The cover was creased, the pages dog-eared from months of use. I had barely slept, my body running on nothing but sheer willpower and caffeine, but I couldn’t afford to fall behind. The lecturer hadn’t arrived yet, and the room buzzed with conversation, the voices of privileged students filling the space like an unbearable hum. Their designer clothes, their expensive perfumes, their casual arrogance—it was a world I didn’t belong to. I tuned it all out and focused on my book. Until a hand suddenly snatched it away. I looked up, my jaw tightening. Stella. She stood before me, twirling my book between her fingers, a smirk playing on her perfectly glossed lips. “Hey there, ex-boyfriend.” I exh
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REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND
I was a disgrace to the Prestwick family—a poor, unwanted son-in-law they wished their daughter had never married. She had chosen me for my looks, but now, even that wasn’t enough. She wanted out. A divorce. To erase me from her life and marry into wealth like her family had always intended.
But I loved her. Despite the insults, the humiliation, the way they treated me like dirt beneath their feet—I refused to let go. That was my biggest mistake.
Frustrated by my defiance, my brother-in-law took matters into his own hands. He killed me, tossing my body into a cold, dark river, leaving me to sink into oblivion. I should have died. I did die.
But before I took my final breath, a man appeared before me, cloaked in shadow, his voice like a whisper from the abyss.
"What is your last wish?"
I should have begged for revenge. I should have cursed their names. But all I wanted was one more chance. One more chance to live.
And so, I was granted life again. But I was no longer the same. My soul was no longer my own. My body was no longer mine to control.
Because I had been reborn as something far more powerful.
I was no longer John Prestwick.
I was the Devil himself.
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Chapter: ALIEN INVASION We stepped into silence. Not the kind that’s peaceful. The kind that presses on your skin like water at the bottom of an ocean. Thick. Crippling. Alive. The door behind us sealed shut with a hiss like a dying breath.Ahead, a vast tunnel stretched into infinity—lit only by the slow pulse of crimson veins running along the walls. The structure wasn’t built. It was grown. A blend of flesh and machine, of neural fiber and steel bone. A mind made into a place.Cynthia muttered, “Feels like we’re walking into something’s brain.”“You’re not wrong,” I said, my voice low.And then the whispering began.Voices. Hundreds. All White. All wrong.Failure…They said he was unstoppable…But he bleeds like the rest…Break him. Take her. Burn them.“Don’t listen,” I said, pushing forward.We moved deeper. The air changed. Grew warmer. Wetter. We passed what looked like nerve bundles strung like vines from the ceiling. Each one twitched as we passed. They remembered us.And then—the hallucinations.
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Chapter: THE CORTEX ROOTMy fist tore through White’s stomach like paper soaked in acid, blackened claws ripping flesh and wire alike. His blood wasn’t red—it was silver, laced with liquid circuitry that hissed and sparked as it hit the floor. He didn’t scream. He smiled.“You’re predictable,” he whispered.Then the room exploded.The wall behind him vaporized, revealing a hidden arsenal chamber lined with pods—dozens of them. No—hundreds. They hissed open in rapid sequence, steam flooding the chamber as the horrors within emerged.Bots. Mutants. Hybrids. All of them armed. All of them ready.Some were sleek, spider-limbed machines with eyes like searchlights and spinning saws for hands. Others were stitched-together nightmares—mutants grafted with mech-armor, neural spikes running straight into their spines, eyes glowing like dying suns. One let out a shriek that shattered the lights overhead, its tongue a writhing chain of bone and blades.Cynthia stumbled beside me, blood pouring from a wound in her side,
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Chapter: BATTLE AGAINST MR WHITEThe days passed like ghosts.Inside the frozen bunker, Cynthia and I trained, planned, studied every scrap of intel we could find. But the deeper we dug, the more I realized something:This wasn’t just a revenge mission.This was a suicide run.Because Mr. White… wasn’t just a man.He was a god of information. A mutant whose power wasn’t strength or speed or fire. It was thought. Pure, unfiltered thought—weaponized and unbound. A mind sharpened to surgical precision, fed by networks, satellites, neural implants, a thousand blacksite feeds all wired into his consciousness.He didn’t fight with claws.He fought with inevitability.“White doesn’t lose,” I muttered one night, staring at a map riddled with red markers—SCID strongholds, supply lines, surveillance towers. “He anticipates. He models every variable. We don’t surprise him. We don’t outsmart him. Every path we take—he’s already seen it.”Cynthia leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, eyes narrowed. “Then we make a move he ca
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Chapter: Gods can BleedSmoke spiraled through the blood-soaked air, rising like spirits fleeing the battlefield.I turned slowly, my chest heaving. Corpses carpeted the yard—SCID agents torn in half, mutants shredded into wet heaps of twisted flesh, their limbs bent at impossible angles. The scent of burning flesh mingled with cordite and metal. Flames licked the shattered concrete, and the air was heavy with the thunder of distant alarms.Cynthia stepped beside me, her face streaked with blood, hair damp with sweat. She stared at the carnage around us, then at me. Her voice was low, breathless with awe and terror."That was… inhuman."I didn’t answer. I was already looking upward.The main prison tower loomed above us like a vulture’s perch, lined with reinforced steel, surveillance nodes blinking. I could feel Mr. White watching—his breath probably caught in his throat, fingers frozen over whatever kill-switch he thought would save him. He knew now. The alien was back. I was whole again.And I was unstopp
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Chapter: I AM COMING FOR YOUThe alarms were no longer blaring. They were screaming—panicked, desperate, useless. Red lights bathed the corridors in the color of death as I moved like a shadow from hell, fused again with the alien entity—stronger, darker, and more monstrous than ever before.My hands were not hands anymore—they were instruments of annihilation.The first SCID mutant I met was barely able to raise his weapon. I grabbed his face and drove his skull into the wall with such force the concrete cratered. His helmet cracked like an egg, his brain matter spattering out in a grotesque bloom.A scream tore the air behind me. I turned, eyes glowing like furnaces. Three guards rushed forward, tasers buzzing and boots thundering—but they didn’t know who I was anymore. I leapt forward, faster than thought.“You’re all dead men!” I roared as I impaled the first one with my hand through his stomach, lifted him off the ground and ripped him in half. The wet sound of muscle and organs tearing apart was drowned onl
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Chapter: Fuse With The AlienThe note stayed hot in my hand, even after the words faded. Every sentence stuck in my mind like it had been burned there. I folded the paper carefully and hid it under my mattress, where the cameras wouldn’t find it.I sat still, listening to the hum of the pod. The sound of boots echoing through the prison halls. The hiss of the vent. The metallic rasp of my own breath.My heartbeat was the loudest thing in the room.I wasn’t really alone anymore.The alien was still alive. I could feel it. Not in my head. Not as a voice. But as pressure, like something huge pressing down on me. Like standing too close to a reactor. Like space twisting in on itself.It was down there. Under the floor. Beneath the prison.Under SCID.And then I remembered D’s words, like a voice in my head:“Get to the alien and fuse again with it.”I clenched my fists. They were shaking.I was terrified of joining with the alien again. But the thought of never getting out pf this prison scared me more. I needed Cyn
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