Beast Sovereign: Rebirth Of The Star Age

Chapter 3 — Echoes in the Machine

The hum of machinery was the new sound of life.

I’m starting to think I’m deaf.

Every wall in the academy seemed to breathe. Streams of light pulsed beneath translucent panels, carrying data like veins through a living organism. The faint electric rhythm never stopped, even silence here had a heartbeat.

Holographic banners floated above the crowd, shimmering in blue and white. Words appeared and vanished like ghosts: Spirit Efficiency Rankings, Core Output Tables, Harmony through Integration.

I’m starting to think harmony is a lie.

Rian stood among hundreds of students wearing the same sleek uniform, the same polished boots, the same pride reflected in their eyes. The only thing that set them apart were the badges glowing faintly on their chests, each a signature of spirit resonance.

Everyone here radiated purpose.

Everyone but him.

I’m starting to think I don’t belong.

He had only been “Ren Alden” for a single day, yet already this world was trying to measure him, to fit him neatly into one of its boxes.

Around him, the chatter of students rose and fell like digital waves. A boy laughed about his spirit output score. A girl adjusted her wristband, checking her pulse rate. None of them seemed real to him.

A metallic chime echoed across the courtyard, silencing the noise. A calm, synthesized voice spoke from the air itself:

“Spirit Nexus calibration begins in five minutes. All first-year students, proceed to your assigned stations.”

Rian followed the crowd. Beneath his chest, something stirred, the faint, unstable rhythm of his old celestial core. It reacted to the Nexus field like an instinct recognizing its reflection.

Not fear. Not awe.

Resonance.

I’m starting to think I’m waking up.

He moved through the hallways, past glowing conduits that snaked across the walls. Everything here was built to simulate the spiritual flow of the old worlds, except it wasn’t alive. It was artificial, constructed, replicated.

They called it progress. He called it a cage.

I’m starting to think they’ve lost something essential.

The calibration chamber loomed ahead, circular and bright. Rows of tall capsules lined the floor, their metallic surfaces rippling faintly with light. Inside some, students were already seated, eyes closed as data streamed from their bodies into the system.

A woman in a dark uniform stood near the entrance, her silver hair tied back in a severe braid. She held a wrist console that projected scrolling symbols. Her tone was clipped and precise when she spoke.

“Ren Alden. Transfer from Central Archive District. Neural irregularities recorded. You’ll start at Level Zero.”

Rian gave a slight nod. No need to explain. No one here would understand what he really was.

He stepped into the capsule as instructed. The air inside was cool and sterile, smelling faintly of ozone. The transparent door slid shut, sealing him in.

I’m starting to think I’m being analyzed.

“Welcome, User: Ren Alden. Beginning Spirit Synchronization.”

A stream of light descended from above, wrapping him in layers of blue and white. He felt it probing deeper, searching for a core that should not exist.

I’m starting to think they’re looking for something they won’t find.

And then… it found it.

The system hesitated. Numbers began to flicker across the display outside.

[Error: Core Overload Detected.]

[Unidentified Energy Signature Found.]

[Proceed with Manual Override?]

The instructor frowned, stepping closer. “What’s happening in there?”

Before anyone could respond, the capsule’s walls exploded outward in a shockwave of light.

The sound was like thunder swallowed by static. Sparks burst from the ceiling. Students screamed. The entire chamber filled with rolling waves of silver radiance.

Rian stood at the center of it all, untouched, surrounded by dancing fragments of starlight. His hair rose gently, as if moved by a silent breeze. His eyes reflected constellations that no longer existed.

I’m starting to think I’ve broken something.

The noise faded slowly, leaving only the crackle of burnt circuits.

He blinked once, and the starlight dimmed. The floor beneath him was scorched, yet his hands trembled not from fear, but recognition. The power that answered him wasn’t supposed to still exist.

For a brief heartbeat, the world around him dissolved into the patterns of the cosmos, threads of geometry and light that formed the ancient diagrams of the Astral Pathway.

I’m starting to think I’m remembering something.

Then the vision was gone.

The instructor stared at him, her voice low and disbelieving. “What… are you?”

Rian looked down at his hands. His voice was calm, distant. “Just someone trying to remember who he used to be.”

I’m starting to think I’m a mystery.

Hours passed before they released him from observation. Scientists and engineers circled around him, whispering about impossible readings.

“Prototype core resonance.”

“Phase stability exceeded predicted thresholds.”

“Soul-field duplication, unheard of.”

He sat motionless, listening.

I’m starting to think I’m a specimen.

Finally, one of them turned toward him, a young man with nervous eyes. “Your synchronization rate was recorded at one hundred eighty-seven percent,” he said quietly. “Even the top-tier Nexians barely reach ninety.”

Rian didn’t reply. The pulse beneath his skin spoke louder than any number. It was faint but unmistakable, a rhythm older than this world.

I’m starting to think I’m dangerous.

When he was finally allowed to leave, the corridors outside felt heavier.

Two figures waited by the exit. One leaned casually against the wall, a tall boy with streaks of crimson through his hair, a grin sharp enough to cut glass.

“So you’re the one who broke the calibration unit,” he said. “Not bad. I’m Kael Vireth. Rank forty-two.”

Rian raised an eyebrow. “Should I be impressed?”

Kael chuckled, his eyes faintly glowing red. “You should be careful. The Nexus doesn’t like outliers.” He tilted his head. “Neither do I.”

“Enough, Kael.”

The voice came from behind him, clear, calm, and commanding. A girl stepped forward, her black hair tied neatly, her silver insignia gleaming under the corridor lights.

“I’m Lyra Kessan. Senior A-rank.”

The moment her name reached him, something shifted inside Rian, like a forgotten melody striking the same old chord. Lyra. Not the same one. But her spirit pulsed with a resonance eerily familiar, as if her soul still carried the echo of another life.

I’m starting to think I’m not alone.

He kept his tone steady. “Sorry for the mess. Still figuring out how this place works.”

Her lips curved slightly, though her eyes remained unreadable. “Then you’d better learn fast. The Nexus doesn’t tolerate instability.”

A faint spark passed between them, recognition, tension, something neither of them could name.

“See you at the trials,” she said finally, turning away.

Rian watched her go, her presence lingering like a ghost.

He didn’t know why, but something about this era, this academy, this girl, made him feel that the universe hadn’t finished with him yet.

I’m starting to think this isn’t rebirth.

I’m starting to think it’s a continuation.

He looked down at his hands again, the faint silver lines pulsing beneath his skin. Energy hummed softly, harmonizing with the artificial rhythm of the academy walls. For the first time since awakening, he felt something close to resolve.

If this world had inherited the ashes of his own, then its heartbeat still carried fragments of the stars he once ruled.

And maybe, just maybe, he could find what was lost, and protect it this time.

He exhaled, the faintest smile touching his lips.

I’m starting to think I finally have a reason to stay.