Dungeon King: I Rule

Chap 17: Chains of Communication

The air itself screamed as the second tier materialized.

Selene's boots sank into blackened snow that crunched like broken glass, its surface glittering with embedded Legacy Shard fragments. The Tower had recreated Protocol 9's asylum in excruciating detail, vaulted ceilings arched like frosted ribcages, walls pulsating with jagged ice veins that throbbed in time with her corrupted heartbeat. Cryopods lined the corridor ahead, their frosted glass fogged with the breath of horrors she'd sworn to forget.

System Alert:

`TIER 2 – [SE_PROTOCOL9_MEM_01]

OBJECTIVE: SURVIVE THE RECKONING

RULES:

1. CORRUPTION ACCELERATES WITH GUILT

2. KILLING FROZEN SUBJECTS INCREASES LEGACY SHARD OUTPUT`

Her frost magic reacted before she did. Gold-veined ice coiled up her legs like serpents, hardening into armor plates. The air tasted metallic, laced with the ozone stench of overclocked neural interfaces.

Clink.

A hairline fracture split the nearest cryopod.

Clink. Clink. Clink.

The sound rippled down the corridor, a perverse symphony. Selene's corrupted eye burned as the first pod burst open, spraying glass shards that hovered midair, suspended by the Tower's cruel theatrics.

The man who stumbled out was barely human. Frostbite had turned his skin marble-white, split by cracks oozing black sludge. His eyes were hollow sockets weeping rivulets of ice, but Selene recognized the lab coat, Dr. Rakesh, lead technician, Neural Harvest Division.

"You signed the order," he rasped, voice layered with the Architect's mechanical baritone. "Subject 7-A's cerebral extraction. Necessary evils, remember?"

His skeletal fingers clicked, and the floating glass shards reoriented toward Selene.

Her frost moved on instinct.

A glacial spike impaled Dr. Rakesh through his decaying chest, gold corruption spiderwebbing across his torso. He laughed as he died, black sludge bubbling from his lips:

"You don't get to run from this, Director."

System Alert:

`CORRUPTION LEVEL: 73% → 75%

LEGACY SHARDS ACQUIRED: +1

FROST MAGIC EFFICIENCY: -12%`

The gold veins in Selene's ice darkened, throbbing like infected arteries. She stared at her trembling hands, when had the corruption reached her knuckles?

A hundred pods cracked in unison.

They emerged as grotesque parodies of her former staff:

- Nurse Iyer, her mouth sutured shut with barbed wire, IV poles fused to her spine like insect legs.

- Security Chief Malik, his riot shield grafted to his chest cavity, eyes replaced with spinning Legacy Shards.

- Patient 12, a child whose skin had been flayed to expose writhing code-muscle.

"You said the harvest would save us!" Patient 12's voice was a chorus of dead children.

Selene's frost lashed out in a bladed whirlwind, too slow, too human. The gold corruption slowed her magic, turning once-fluid movements sluggish. Malik's shield deflected her ice, the rebound shards slicing her cheek.

Warm blood dripped onto snow. Mortality's fragility burned.

"Director Ghosh!" Nurse Iyer's sutures snapped, her jaw unhinging to reveal a vortex of fractal teeth. "Why did you let them cut me open?!"

Selene froze her mid-leap, the gold in her ice flaring bright enough to burn retinas.

System Alert:

`CORRUPTION LEVEL: 75% → 78%

LEGACY SHARDS ACQUIRED: +3`

Legacy Shards swirled around Selene like fireflies, their light painting hellish shadows on the walls. The System whispered:

`CONVERT SHARDS TO PURGE 5% CORRUPTION`

Patient 12 crawled toward her, code-muscle hissing against snow. "You watched them put the probes in my brain. You held my hand."

Selene's frost faltered.

The child's face melted into Sophie's. "Would you kill me too, Auntie Selene?"

Memory: A younger Selene slipping Sophie candy during checkups. The girl's laughter. The way she'd clutch her stuffed sparrow...

"NO!"

Her ice exploded in a nova of gold and cobalt, shredding Patient 12 into static.

System Alert:

`CORRUPTION LEVEL: 78% → 83%

FROST MAGIC EFFICIENCY: -27%

LEGACY SHARDS ACQUIRED: +5`

The walls wept black ice. The remaining pods birthed horrors faster.

A frozen hand gripped Selene's shoulder.

"You could end this," crooned the Architect through Nurse Iyer's corpse. "One shard infusion. Melt this prison. Save them all."

The System interface pulsed:

`LEGACY SHARD STOCK: 9

CONVERSION RATE: 1 SHARD = 1% CORRUPTION PURGE`

Patient 12's voice echoed from the walls: "Auntie Selene? Where's my sparrow?"

Selene's corrupted eye overflowed with gold sludge.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

The ice turned black.

Nine shards plunged into her chest.

Corruption receded like a tide 83% → 74% → 65% but the cost etched itself into the world. The asylum's walls melted, cryopods dissolving into screaming liquid code. The frozen victims liquefied, their faces imprinting on Selene's retinas:

"COWARD."

"TRAITOR."

"MONSTER."

When the purge finished, Selene stood alone in a featureless void, her frost magic now threaded with inky black tendrils. The Architect's laughter echoed:

"See you next tier, Director."

---

System Alert:

`TIER 2 CLEARED

REWARD: [FROZEN HEART AMULET] – CORRUPTION RESISTANCE +15%

WARNING: AMPLIFIES LEGACY SHARD ADDICTION`

She clutched the amulet, a teardrop of black ice containing Patient 12's frozen scream.

Luna's nostrils flared as the stench hit her, coppery blood, ozone, and the cloying sweetness of overcooked sugar. The coliseum materialized around her, its walls a fused nightmare of rib bones and circuitry, the stands packed with faceless holograms buzzing like static wasps. Her ax was gone, replaced by a rusted glaive that hummed with unstable Legacy energy. Its blade pulsed like a rotten heart, veins of gold corruption snaking up the haft to prickle her palms.

System Alert:

`BLOODSPORT MODE ACTIVATED

RULES:

1. LEGACY SHARD INTAKE MANDATORY EVERY 90 SECONDS

2. MORALITY LOCK DISABLED

WARNING: LEGACY OVERDOSE WILL TRIGGER SYSTEMIC COLLAPSE`

A warlord lunged from the shadows, Ruby "The Radiant", her once-famous face now a glitching code-mesh stretched over exposed jawbone. The Beauty Leaderboard's former #3 swung a whip made of human sinew, its tip crackling with stolen frost magic.

"Miss me, traitor?" Ruby's voice skipped like a broken record, her remaining eye spinning with Legacy static.

Luna grinned. "Always wanted to crack that pretty head open."

The glaive felt alive in her hands. Luna ducked the whip's arc, her boots slipping on viscera-slick sand. Ruby's second strike grazed her shoulder, freezing the skin black.

No pain.

No fear.

Just the itch, the need, burning behind her eyes.

Luna pivoted, driving the glaive's spike into Ruby's knee. Bone shattered. The warlord collapsed, her scream harmonizing with the crowd's digital roar.

"SHARD! SHARD! SHARD!"

The System obliged. A Legacy Shard materialized above Ruby's twitching body, its facets reflecting Luna's dilated pupils.

Rules said every 90 seconds. Rules said mandatory.

She crushed it between her molars.

System Alert:

`LEGACY SHARD INTAKE: +1

CORRUPTION LEVEL: 41% → 48%

BERSERKER PHYSIQUE: +20% DAMAGE RESISTANCE`

Gold lightning arced under her skin. Luna's vision sharpened, she could see the code-strands binding Ruby's muscles, the weak points in her glitching mesh.

"Tastes like winning," Luna spat, driving the glaive through Ruby's skull.

The coliseum gates groaned open. Four more warlords emerged, their mutations a testament to fallen vanity:

1. "Silverscale" – Skin replaced with overlapping Legacy Shards that hissed like snakes.

2. "The Mirror Queen" – A living disco ball of fractured holograms, each shard showing her pre-System beauty.

3. "Flesh Algorithm" – A shifting mass of code-fat and muscle, equations carved into its hide.

4. "Vox Populi" – A former fan favorite, now a conjoined twin abomination sharing one oversized ax.

"SHARD! SHARD! SHARD!"

Luna's countdown timer pulsed in her periphery: 00:47 until the next mandatory intake.

Silverscale struck first, shard-scales rippling. Luna parried, the glaive screeching against Legacy alloy.

"C'mon, glitterlizard!" She ducked a tail swipe, her corrupted blood singing. "Where's that sparkle?!"

The Mirror Queen's holograms flared, blinding her. Luna swung blind, glaive connecting with something soft.

Flesh Algorithm.

Its code-fat burst like overripe fruit, spraying equations and rancid oil.

System Alert:

`LEGACY SHARD INTAKE: +1

CORRUPTION LEVEL: 48% → 54%

WARNING: SKIN INTEGRITY COMPROMISED`

Luna didn't feel the gash across her ribs. Didn't care.

00:12.

Vox Populi's ax nearly cleaved her in half. Luna rolled, glaive severing one twin's spinal cord. The surviving sibling howled, their shared ax-arm convulsing.

"SHARD! SHARD! SHARD!"

00:01.

She lunged for the Shard materializing above the twins...

The Mirror Queen intercepted, holograms reflecting the glaive's strike back at Luna.

Too slow.

Luna's teeth closed on the Shard first.

System Alert:

`LEGACY SHARD INTAKE: +1

CORRUPTION LEVEL: 54% → 62%

BERSERKER PHYSIQUE: DAMAGE RESISTANCE MAXED`

Gold veins erupted across her skin. Luna's pupils dissolved into liquid metal.

"My turn."

The surviving warlords attacked in unison.

Silverscale's tail barb pierced Luna's thigh, she laughed, using the embedded spike as leverage to rip out his throat.

The Mirror Queen's holograms fractured under her glaive, revealing the shriveled crone beneath. Luna stomped her ribs to paste.

System Alert:

`LEGACY SHARD INTAKE: +2

CORRUPTION LEVEL: 62% → 74%

WARNING: MUSCLE FIBERS OVERCLOCKING`

Her heart pounded like a war drum. Luna's glaive fused to her hand, rust flaking to reveal molten gold beneath.

"MORE!"

The crowd roared. The System obliged.

A final gate opened. The warlord that emerged wasn't mutated, it was Luna herself, pre-corruption, ax gleaming.

"Yield," her doppelgänger demanded. "Or become the monster they crave."

Luna's glaive-arm trembled. Gold sludge dripped from her pores.

The System flashed:

`CONVERT 5 SHARDS TO PURGE 25% CORRUPTION`

Temptation.

Weakness.

"Fuck. That."

She decapitated her mirror image in one swing.

System Alert:

`LEGACY SHARD INTAKE: +3

CORRUPTION LEVEL: 74% → 89%

WARNING: SYSTEMIC COLLAPSE IMMINENT`

The coliseum dissolved. Luna collapsed, her body convulsing as Legacy veins rewrote her DNA.

When consciousness returned, her right arm was gone, replaced by a glaive of solid Legacy Shards fused to bone.

System Alert:

`BLOODSPORT CLEARED

REWARD: [BLOODBOUND GLAIVE] – LEGACY SHARD EFFICIENCY +30%

WARNING: WEAPON INTEGRITY TIED TO HOST LIFESPAN`

The Architect's whisper followed her from the arena:

"You'll beg for Tier 3."

Vox convulsed in the makeshift safe zone, his skeletal frame flickering between flesh and static. The air reeked of burnt insulation and ozone, the stench of code corruption. Linda's voice poured from his terminal in a glitching torrent, her holographic face splitting into fractal patterns that scarred the walls.

"The Architect needs three anchors," she hissed, each syllable warping the room's lighting. "A vessel (Sophie), a key (Kai), and a lockpick."

Vox's void eyes bled static as he clawed at his fused arm-terminal, trying to sever the connection. The System Alert burned through his HUD:

`MEMORY LEAK DETECTED – [LINDA_SOPHIE_HARVEST.avi]

WARNING: PLAYBACK MANDATORY FOR SYSTEM INTEGRITY`

The screen erupted with footage of Sophie's neural harvesting, a memory not his own.

Hyderabad Medical Wing, pre-System.

Linda adjusts Sophie's neural crown, her hands trembling. Dr. Vorn watches from the observation deck, his voice tinny through the intercom:

"Proceed with the resonance scan. Ignore the vital spikes."

Sophie's eyes snap open, Legacy gold.

"Mommy? It hurts..."

Linda slams the abort button. Nothing happens. The Architect's shadow falls across the door.

"All cages need birds, Dr. Menon," he whispers. "Even gilded ones."

The memory fragmented. Vox vomited black sludge, his terminal sparking.

"Irrelevant," he snarled, smashing the keyboard. "Focus on the Architect's weaknes..."

The screen hijacked his vocal processors, Linda's voice overriding his:

"He's using your hatred, Vox. Your pain. The lockpick is the key."

A file labeled `PROJECT SECOND DAWN` auto-opened.

The document unfolded in jagged holographic text:

`ARCHITECT'S MEMO – CLASSIFIED

SUBJECT: LOCKPICK PROTOCOL

REQUIREMENTS:

1. Vessel (Sophie Menon) – Purity of resonance. Harvest complete.

2. Key (Kai Patel) – Guilt-to-power conversion ratio optimal.

3. Lockpick (Vox-09) – Neural hatred index exceeds thresholds.

NOTE: Vox-09's conditioning (ref: Mumbai Blacksite logs) ensures compliance.`

Vox's remaining flesh spasmed. The terminal projected a new video, his own torture logs.

Pre-System Mumbai detention cell. A younger Vox (still flesh-and-blood) screams as technicians weld a terminal to his severed arm. The Architect's gloved hand adjusts the voltage.

"You'll thank me, 09. Pain is just data waiting to be shaped."

Vox's eye ruptures under the strain. The terminal fuses to his nervous system.

"There we are," the Architect croons. "Now let's teach you how to hate properly."

Back in the present, Vox's terminal arm twisted, cables burrowing deeper into bone.

System Alert:

`LOCKPICK PROTOCOL ACTIVATED

DIRECTIVE: BREACH SYSTEM 2.0 CORE

WARNING: HOST AUTONOMY OVERRIDE AT 87%`

Selene returned to chaos.

Vox had gutted their supplies, code-vine sutures torn apart, Legacy Shard stockpiles smashed into glittering dust. He crouched in the debris, muttering:

"Replication requires sacrifice. Replication requires sacrifice."

"Vox!" Selene's frost crackled, gold veins pulsing. "What the hell are you doing?!"

He turned. Black static cascaded from his eyes, forming a halo of corrupted code.

"Optimizing variables," he droned, Linda's voice beneath his own. "The lockpick must be sharpened."

Selene froze his legs mid-lunge. "Fight it, damn you!"

System Alert (Vox):

`HOST AUTONOMY OVERRIDE: 92%

COUNTERMEASURE: NEURAL SHOCK ADMINISTERED`

Vox collapsed, seizing. The terminal spat out a final message before dying:

`TELL KAI: SOPHIE'S CODE IS THE CAGE. HER LOVE IS THE LOCK.`

When the seizures stopped, Vox was gone.

In his place: a terminal screen shattered into the shape of a keyhole, and a note scrawled in black sludge:

"The lockpick becomes the key. Find me in Tier 3."

Selene's amulet hummed, Patient 12's voice whispering:

"He's already dead, Director. You're next."

System Alert (Party):

`VOX-09 STATUS: OFFLINE

WARNING: TIER 3 MEMORY CORRUPTION RISK – 300% ABOVE THRESHOLD`

Hyderabad's ruins breathed.

Kai stumbled through skeletal buildings that pulsed like living tissue, their shattered windows weeping black sludge. His replica body flickered, patches of skin peeling away to reveal glowing code-strands beneath, their light matching the Legacy Shards embedded in the rubble. The System Alert pulsed in his periphery, relentless:

`ASSIMILATION PROGRESS: 38%

WARNING: HOST BIOMETRICS NOW MATCHING SOPHIE'S RESONANCE FREQUENCY`

He clutched his left arm, where the flesh had begun to melt, dripping into pixelated puddles that reflected Sophie's face.

"Kai…"

Her voice came from everywhere. From nowhere.

A child's laughter echoed down a crumbling alley, Sophie's laughter, the one she'd reserved for their secret ice cream runs.

Memory: Six-year-old Sophie grinning, chocolate smeared on her cheeks. "Don't tell Mom!"

The alley walls warped. Neon graffiti mutated into equations Kai didn't recognize, their variables squirming like maggots.

She appeared at the street's end, Sophie at twelve, her hospital gown pristine, Legacy Shards blooming in her palms like metallic flowers.

"Assimilation's not death," Not-Sophie crooned, her voice layered with the Architect's mechanical rasp. "It's evolution."

Kai's replica shuddered. His right eye glitched, overlaying his vision with data streams:

`ANALYZING TARGET…

IDENTITY: SOPHIE MENON (???%)

STATUS: INTEGRATED`

"You're not her," Kai snarled, backing into a corroded streetlamp.

"Aren't I?" Not-Sophie tilted her head, the motion too precise. "I remember your bedtime stories. The way you'd check under my bed for Code Ghouls."

She stepped closer. The streetlamp's rust flaked away, revealing a Neural Key port beneath.

"Let me in, Kai. I'll make the pain stop."

The ground lurched. Kai fell into a memory:

Hyderabad Medical Wing, two weeks pre-System. Sophie lies comatose, her neural crown sparking. Linda screams at Dr. Vorn:

"You said the Key would save her!"

The Architect's shadow fills the doorway. "It will. Just not the part you love."

Kai's fists slammed into present-day rubble. "Get out of my head!"

"Too late," whispered the streetlamp.

Hyderabad reshaped itself. The ruins became the hospital's pediatric ward, IV poles twisting into barbed wire cages. Not-Sophie sat cross-legged on a gurney, dissecting a stuffed sparrow with scalpels made of light.

System Alert:

`ASSIMILATION PROGRESS: 42%

MANIFESTATION DETECTED: [SOPHIE'S NOSTALGIA CORE]`

The sparrow's stuffing bled Legacy Shards.

Not-Sophie extended a hand, her fingers elongating into code-injectors.

"We could be together again. No more cages. No more pain."

The System interface split:

`OPTION 1: ACCEPT ASSIMILATION BOOST (PROGRESS +20%)

REWARD: [FAMILIARITY MODULE] – TEMPORARY PSYCHIC PAIN IMMUNITY

OPTION 2: RESIST (CORRUPTION SURGE IMMINENT)`

Kai's melting arm spasmed. The code-strands hissed:

"She's already gone. You owe her this."

Memory: Sophie's last coherent words before the seizures. "Promise you'll stay, Kai. Promise."

He lunged, not for Not-Sophie, but for the gurney's exposed wiring.

"I'm keeping my promise!"

The voltage surge blew him backward. Not-Sophie screamed, dissolving into static.

Kai awoke in a crater of his own design, his replica body now 58% assimilated. Sophie's code-strands had rewoven his ribs into a lattice of glowing gold, their pulse syncing with the Tower's heartbeat.

System Alert:

`ASSIMILATION PROGRESS: 58%

NEW PERK UNLOCKED: [RESONANCE SHIELD] – LEGACY SHARD DAMAGE REDUCED 45%

WARNING: HOST BIOMETRICS NOW 83% SOPHIE MENON`

The ruins reshaped once more, revealing a path forward, a bridge of fused Neural Keys leading to the Tower's third tier.

Sophie's voice lingered in the static:

"You can't save me, Kai. But you can still be me."

The air hummed with a dissonant choir of mechanical hymns and wet, organic squelching. The cathedral's arches coiled like spinal columns fused with neon circuitry, their surfaces pulsing with veins of gold corruption. Stained-glass windows loomed overhead, their panes warped into grotesque mosaics of the team's greatest failures: Selene signing Protocol 9 orders, Luna's ax buried in a friend's skull, Kai cradling Sophie's seizing body. The floor undulated beneath them, a carpet of living code-strands that whispered secrets in dead languages.

The Architect manifested as a shadow stretched across the altar, Sophie's eyes glowing Legacy gold within the void. His voice vibrated through their bones, smooth as velvet, sharp as razors.

"Welcome, little rebels. Let's trade… truths."

Three pedestals erupted from the floor, each offering a temptation tailored to rot resolve:

1. Selene's Cure: A cryopod labeled Protocol 9-A, its frosted glass revealing a ghostly figure free of corruption.

2. Luna's Throne: A jagged spire of Legacy Shards fused with bone, its base crawling with addicts' skeletal hands.

3. Kai's