2025-06-25 02:58:20East Sector Safehouse – 5:02 PM
The HUD dimmed. A pulse of static ran through the interface.
Then—
“Tier Evaluation Protocol: Initiating.”
Isaac’s body stiffened. Light exploded behind his eyes, and everything around him—Mayra, the city, the rooftop—fractured like glass.
[WELCOME TO THE ASCENSION REALM]
Tier Evaluation: Active
Current Tier: Bronze
Evaluation Type: Combat | Memory | Morality
Survival Threshold: 3/3 Tests Passed
▶ Rewards: System Upgrade, New Trait Branch, +5% Archive Access
▶ Failure: Forced Downgrade / System Freeze
He stood alone on a glowing battlefield that stretched endlessly in all directions. Skies pulsed with red lightning. His feet were planted on translucent crystal panels, each etched with memories: his mother’s grave, his sister’s hospital bed, old ramen wrappers from his tiny flat.
A voice echoed above him:
“You have been chosen to ascend.
But first, you must be broken.”
Phase 1: Combat Trial – “Phantoms of the Debt”
The panels around him flickered. Three enemies emerged from the data.
A banker with a bloody pen
A debt collector with a bat made of bone
And... his landlord holding a notice labeled “Eviction – Approved.”
All three wore HUDs like masks, glitching with malicious code.
The people who made my life hell, Isaac realized.
The ones who smiled while I sank.
He summoned his system weapon — a jagged blade forged from memory: part steel, part fire.
They charged.
Isaac moved faster than ever before.
Instinct Surge – Combo Mode: ACTIVATED
▶ Strike Speed: +100%
▶ System Credit Usage: 0 (Evaluation Mode)
One slash dropped the collector. A spinning kick shattered the banker’s mask. But the landlord... laughed.
“You’ll always be under me,” it growled. “Even if you fight, you’ll never be free.”
Isaac stabbed upward, through the HUD.
CRACK.
It shattered. The illusion melted.
Phase One: COMPLETE.
Morality Drift: Stable
Combat Rating: A-
He dropped to one knee, panting.
Lightning cracked overhead.
Phase 2: Memory Trial – “The Unpaid Guilt”
The crystal floor faded.
He stood at his sister Lara’s bedside.
Machines beeped softly. Her face was pale, eyes fluttering in sleep.
He knew this moment.
It was the day she’d begged him not to sell his soul to the loan sharks.
And he’d said: “It’s the only way.”
Now, she sat up in the bed—eyes glowing.
“You traded me for power,” she whispered.
“No,” Isaac said, shaking his head. “I did it for you—”
“You lost yourself. And I’m still dying.”
Isaac backed up.
The room blurred.
Blood pooled from the machine wires. Lara floated into the air, her body twisting, becoming a shadowed, feminine System-Eater made entirely of guilt.
“YOU OWE ME,” she roared.
Memory Trial Combat Triggered
Stability Threshold: 20%
Success Condition: Forgiveness
Isaac dropped his weapon.
If this is guilt… I can’t fight it with blades.
He stepped forward. “I know I failed you.”
The creature hissed.
“I couldn’t save you. But I’m still here. I’m still trying.”
He reached out—and touched her hand.
The light exploded between them.
The system screamed:
MEMORY RECONCILIATION SUCCESSFUL
Trait Upgrade: “Remorseful Core” – Emotional resist +25%
Archive Access: +3%
Lara’s voice whispered: “Then keep going.”
Phase Three: Morality Trial – “The Offer”
He landed in a dark room.
A glowing table stood before him. Across it: a man in a black suit, no face, fingers steepled. Behind him—screens playing scenes of Isaac’s suffering, debts, loss.
The man spoke.
“You’ve proven yourself. You’ve survived. But freedom requires compromise.”
He slid a contract across the table.
System Contract – Sovereign Seed Activation
Become an Agent of Order.
Join the First Host’s Sovereign Protocol.
Rewrite the system from within.
Eliminate rogue users, Eaters, and unregulated trials.
Receive: Full debt wipe, unlimited tier access, immunity from missions.
Isaac’s breath caught.
Everything he wanted—offered freely.
But at what cost?
He tapped the back of the document.
Fine print scrolled upward.
"All actions will align with the Sovereign Objective: Control, Compliance, and Eradication of Autonomy."
He stared at the man.
Then tore the paper in half.
Morality Trial: PASSED
Archive Access: +2%
Trait Unlocked: “Defier” – Resists manipulation, illusion, coercion
Tier Ascension: GRANTED
New Tier: SILVER
Light consumed everything.
East Sector Safehouse – 6:12 PM
Isaac awoke, body shaking, breath ragged.
Mayra dropped the cloth from his forehead. “You're back.”
He blinked.
His interface had changed.
Tier: SILVER
Credits: 3
Traits: Survivor, Guardian, Defier
Archive Access: 17%
Abilities Unlocked:
Memory Sync (with Companions)
Dual Surge (stack Instinct + Adrenaline)
Fragment Radar (detect System-Eaters nearby)
But something else had changed too.
His eyes.
Mayra stepped back.
“They're… silver,” she whispered.
He walked to the mirror. She was right.
Ascension had marked him.
Later That Night – Rooftop Overlooking the City
Isaac and Mayra stood in silence.
Far in the distance, lights flickered unnaturally across rooftops—symbols floating in the air. Something was coming.
Isaac opened the new Radar Tab.
A red ping glowed like a bloodstain on the map.
“System-Eater Hive Detected – 3.2 Miles East”
Estimated Number of Eaters: 9
Status: Nesting
Mission Trigger: Available upon scouting
Mayra looked over. “What now?”
Isaac sheathed his system blade.
“We go knock on the devil’s door.”
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