2025-06-25 03:06:04East District Rooftops – 11:23 PM
The wind howled as Isaac stood on the rooftop, silver eyes scanning the darkness. Across the city, red static danced above one building — a decaying broadcast tower long since abandoned.
Mayra crouched beside him, rifle slung over her back. “This is where the signal’s coming from?”
Isaac nodded.
System Scan: Active
▶ Estimated Occupants: 9
▶ Hive Class: Class Beta
▶ Structural Integrity: 17%
▶ Access Points: 3
Warning: Hostile swarm behavior confirmed
Isaac’s HUD shimmered with a new feature since his ascension: Fragment Radar.
The nine red dots inside the hive pulsed erratically—like something barely contained.
They’re not just hiding. They’re building something.
Mayra checked her weapon. “Plan?”
“We get in. We find out what they're guarding. We get out—alive.”
She smirked. “Simple enough.”
11:44 PM – Infiltration
They entered through the service hatch on the rooftop.
The air inside was thick with digital static—heavy, oily, like breathing corrupted electricity.
The walls were crawling with data tendrils, pulsing like veins. Screens flickered with random faces, screaming silently.
A sign above the stairwell still read:
Channel 9 – We Inform. You Obey.
What the hell happened here? Isaac wondered.
System Alert
▶ Deploying Counter-Stabilizer…
HUD stabilized.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed.
Mayra yanked Isaac into the shadows.
A woman passed—a former user, by the look of her. Her HUD was embedded in her skin, cracked and fused. Her eyes were wide, glassy. She whispered softly:
“Debt is truth. Truth is power. Feed the Hive.”
Then… she vanished into a hole in the floor.
Isaac’s blood chilled. “That was a user.”
Mayra clenched her jaw. “No. That was a shell.”
12:07 AM – Inner Hive Chamber
They descended deeper. The tower’s basement had been transformed into a ritual hall of technology and horror.
Floating in the center: a cocoon of corrupted code, like a pulsating egg. Inside was a flickering form.
Isaac gasped. “That’s a user.”
A boy—no older than 15—trapped inside the digital shell.
The HUD read:
HOSTILE ENTITY COCOON
▶ Origin User: Calen Rhoades
▶ Relation: Bloodline Match – Confirmed
Isaac staggered back. “No…”
Mayra gripped his arm. “Isaac, who is that?”
He barely whispered it. “My cousin. They said he vanished. Six months ago.”
System Mission Triggered: Hive Assault
▶ Secondary: Eliminate Hive Guard
▶ Reward: -$1,500 Debt, +3 Credits, +5% Archive Unlock
▶ Bonus: Family Resilience Trait – Locked
☑ Accept
Suddenly—screeching.
The Hive woke up.
All nine fragments dropped from the ceiling, their forms glitching, snapping, morphing between user and beast.
“INTRUDERS. UNAUTHORIZED. DEBT-RESISTANT. INITIATE CONSUMPTION.”
Mayra fired first—headshot. One Eater dropped.
Isaac launched forward with Dual Surge active.
Dual Surge Activated:
▶ Combat Reflex: 3x
▶ Precision Timing: Enhanced
▶ Weakness Detection Enabled
He ducked a clawed strike, spun, and slashed through another Eater’s core.
Mayra covered his flank—three shots, three kills.
But one of the fragments was different.
Larger. More stable. More aware.
Its voice was calm.
“Isaac Rhoades. The System knows your name now. You should’ve taken the contract.”
It lunged.
MINI-BOSS BATTLE: Hive Commander (Beta-Class)
▶ Traits: Telepathic Disruption, Fragment Split, Multi-Strike Protocol
Isaac blocked the first strike—but the second one phased through his blade and hit his mind directly.
He dropped to his knees, vision flooding with false images: his mother blaming him, Lara screaming, Calen begging for help.
It’s not real. It’s not real…
But it felt real.
Then—
“Isaac! Wake up!”
Mayra’s voice, real and sharp.
She stabbed the Eater in the back—its illusion flickered, giving Isaac the edge.
He surged forward and drove his blade into its core.
CRITICAL HIT
▶ Fragment Network Weakening…
The rest of the Hive shrieked in agony and disintegrated into static.
The cocoon holding Calen cracked, then shattered.
He fell into Isaac’s arms, coughing, dazed, alive.
MISSION COMPLETE
▶ Credits Earned: +3
▶ Archive Access: +5%
▶ Trait Unlocked: “Family Resilience” – +10% Resistance to Psychological Attacks
▶ Calen Rhoades: Companion Status – STABILIZING
▶ Total Debt Remaining: $1,500
▶ Archive Progress: 22%
1:30 AM – East Sector Safehouse
Calen slept on the couch, breathing slowly, system HUD dim and cracked.
Mayra tossed Isaac a protein bar. “So... you gonna tell me why your family member was being converted into a Hive battery?”
Isaac exhaled. “He was the one who taught me how to code. He always said... there’s something beneath the system. Something feeding it. Maybe he went looking.”
She studied him. “And maybe we just kicked a hornet’s nest.”
The HUD pulsed.
New System Notification:
“You’ve passed your first Tiered Conflict Trial. You are now eligible for Invitation to the Gray Court.”
Status: Pending
Category: System Resistors
Observer Assigned: Phantom Reaper
Location: [CLASSIFIED]
Isaac looked out the window.
In the distance, red lights blinked in the shape of an infinity loop.
“The war’s about to begin,” he muttered.
Mayra nodded. “Then we better be ready.”
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