All Chapters of MY DEVOURER SYSTEM: Chapter 1
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11 chapters
001. Seat Thirty
“Try not to die this time, Ren.”Corbin Reyes didn't bother hiding the smile in his voice.A few students laughed.Ren Kestrel adjusted the cracked wrist display on his arm and looked toward the violet Gate hanging over the ruined parking structure.“Thanks,” he said. “I'll put it on my list.”Corbin snorted. "You should. It's probably the most useful advice anyone's given you in two years."Another laugh.The Dungeon Gate hung above the collapsed training structure, violet light pulsing slow and steady, the way it had in every sanctioned exam Ren Kestrel had sat through for the past two years. Routine. Contained. Exactly the kind of breach a squad of second-years could be trusted to clear without an instructor standing over their shoulders."Field exam begins in sixty seconds," Sergeant Griff's voice crackled across the comm-band. He sounded bored. He always sounded bored, every exam, like the words had worn a groove in him years ago. "Anyone not in position fails automatically."Ren
002. Evolution in progress
Ren woke up choking.His hands clawed at wet stone before he remembered where he was, or that there was anywhere to remember at all. For a few seconds there was only the dark and his own ragged breathing. Then it came back in pieces — the Gate, the fall, the voice in the darkness, the pain that wasn't like any pain he had a name for.He forced himself upright. His ribs screamed at the movement.A pale violet window hovered in front of his face."No." His voice came out cracked.The screen didn't go away. He reached toward it and his finger passed straight through."Okay." He swallowed. "Either I'm dead, or—..."Something growled behind him.Ren stopped breathing.The creature standing at the edge of the darkness stood roughly his height, four arms hanging at its sides, its body like something carved out of blackened, wet stone. One eye opened. Then another.Ren scrambled backward. The crea
003. Seat Thirty Returns
The infirmary lights were too bright. Everything was too bright, too loud, too much, every heartbeat in the room carried clear across the space between beds, distinct enough that Ren could have counted them with his eyes closed."Your bloodwork's clean," the nurse said, frowning at her tablet. "Which doesn't make sense, given what your file says happened down there."Ren kept his eyes down. "Guess I'm just built different."She didn't laugh. Fair. It hadn't been that funny, and his voice still came out wrong. "Extraction team found you unconscious next to a Class 3 anomaly corpse. Hollowed out from the inside. No injuries on you consistent with the fall." She studied him a beat longer, made a note, and left without waiting for an answer she clearly didn't expect to get.The door hadn't finished closing before Ren heard laughter outside it. He recognized the voice before the door opened."Miss me?" Corbin said, stepping in with two students trailing beh
004. Contact
Isolde caught up with him three hallways later, once Corbin and the others had peeled off toward the mess hall, still arguing among themselves about a duel that hadn't happened."You didn't answer my question," she said.Ren stopped walking. "Which one?""What you brought back with you." She fell into step beside him, unhurried, like she had nowhere else that mattered more right now. "I could see it happen. In the infirmary. Something in you reacted to me the same way it reacted to Corbin a minute earlier. I'd like to know what that was.""I don't know what you're talking about.""You do." She didn't move any closer. Didn't need to. "I read Aether signatures. It's the whole reason I'm Seat One and not, say, someone who can punch through a wall. Yours isn't registering as anything the Academy has a category for.""Maybe your ability's glitching.""It isn't." Her expression didn't change much, but something in her voice hardened. "I've had two years to learn what my own ability looks li
005. Countdown
The storage room was exactly where Isolde said it would be. A service door under the west training hall, unmarked except for a keypad that hadn't been updated since before Ren enrolled. Her code worked on the first try. He tried not to think too hard about how she'd known it.Inside was smaller than he'd pictured. Metal shelving. Dim emergency lighting. A smell like ozone and old dust. Crates of mismatched gear — a cracked training blade, a scorched gauntlet, a forgotten uniform jacket still creased from a locker. In the back corner, a single unlabeled bin.Ren's Aether Sense caught it before his eyes did. Three faint signatures, dull and low, humming behind the metal.Three. Not the dozen he'd been hoping for.He crouched and opened the bin anyway. Three cores, all small, all the flat gray color he was starting to recognize as barely worth the trouble. Scraps left over after someone stronger had already picked through a dungeon's real loot.
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006. Rumors
By the time Ren made it to breakfast the next morning, the story had already grown teeth.He caught the shape of it before he caught the words. Conversation dipped and shifted when he walked past. A table of first-years went quiet, then not-quite-quiet the second he was three steps clear of it. Two years of being invisible had taught him to read a room fast. This wasn't invisibility. This was worse."You hear the version where he attacked a monster bare-handed and came out covered in its blood?" Tomas's voice, not troubling to lower itself, from a table Ren hadn't meant to walk near. "Or the one where Griff's covering something up because Seat Thirty's dad donates to the Academy?""My dad doesn't donate anything," Ren said, before he could stop himself. "My dad drives a transport truck."A few people laughed. Not unkindly, which was almost worse. Tomas at least had the decency to look embarrassed. The laughter didn't kill the rumor. It just proved there was enough of an audience now t
007. The office
The administrative wing smelled different from the rest of the Academy. Less like sweat and ozone, more like paper and old authority. Ren had been in this building exactly once before, for enrollment. He hadn't expected to see it again until graduation, if then.The instructor left him at a door with a nameplate that read *DEAN OF DISCIPLINE — R. HALVERN*, and didn't wait to see him go in.The office was smaller than Ren expected. The woman behind the desk looked less like a threat and more like someone perpetually tired of her job. Dean Halvern didn't look up right away. She was reading something on her tablet, brow creased. Ren had the distinct sense he wasn't the reason for the crease. A stack of other files sat at the edge of her desk, at least a dozen deep, each one probably somebody else's version of the same bad morning he was having."Sit," she said, without looking up. He sat.A long moment passed. Ren used it to run through every version of this conversation he could survive
008. Mutual interests
Ren found her exactly where he suspected he would. The same storage room, an hour past curfew, going through a stack of confiscated gear like this was the most ordinary thing in the world to be doing after curfew."You're keeping a debt ledger," he said from the doorway. "Aren't you."Isolde didn't look up from the crate she was sorting. "I prefer to think of it as due diligence." A pause. "You look like someone who's about to pay a debt he'd rather not.""Dean Halvern pulled me in today." He stepped inside, letting the door click shut behind him. "There's a policy. Automatic review for flagged Gate anomalies. Mine's flagged. Someone's looking at my file within the week."That got her attention. She set the crate down and turned to face him fully for the first time since he'd walked in. "That's faster than I expected.""You expected this?""I expected something, eventually. Just not this soon." She crossed her arms. "Sit down. Tell me everything. All of it, the way you promised."So h
009. Control
The decommissioned sparring level hummed to life reluctantly, ancient overhead lights flickering through a startup sequence that suggested nobody had powered this room in years. Dust hung visible in the pale light. Isolde crouched at a control panel Ren couldn't read, fingers moving fast, like she'd done this more than once before."How many times have you actually used this place?" he asked."Enough to know the override code by memory." She didn't look up. "Don't ask follow-up questions. Some answers you're better off not owing me for."The room finished booting. A wide, circular arena, scorch marks on the walls from sessions decades old, a faint outline of a holographic combat grid struggling to render at the edges. It wasn't pretty. It was private, which mattered more."Alright," Isolde said, straightening. "Show me what it actually looks like when you lose control. I need a baseline before I can help you build one."Ren hesitated. "You want me to just let it happen? On purpose?""
010. What's left to lose
Priya caught him between classes, falling into step beside him without asking permission the way she'd started doing since the infirmary. "You've been disappearing at night," she said. Not a question."Studying," Ren said."Right." She didn't drop it. "You know Corbin's still watching for something to use against you. If you're doing something that could get you caught, I'd rather know than find out from him." She glanced sideways at him, taking in whatever the last few days had done to his face. "You look like you're carrying something heavier than exam prep."Ren weighed it. The same calculation he kept running with everyone who got close enough to matter. Priya had already paid a cost for standing near him once. He didn't want to hand her another one."There's a review," he said finally, giving her the shape of it without the whole truth. "Administrative. I'm trying to get ready for it. That's genuinely all the studying is.""That's not nothing to be nervous about." Her voice softe