Systemfall: Flames of Rebellion

The Resurrection Protocol

The night sky was ink-black, silent except for the rhythmic crashing of waves against the shore.

Then—movement.

A lifeless figure twitched under a concrete bridge, barely illuminated by moonlight. The young man sneezed violently, the sudden jolt sending ripples of pain through his battered body.

> [System synchronization complete. User detected. Vital organs critically weakened.]

Dustin Ryan squinted through blurred vision, disoriented. Blood trickled from a gash on his forehead, mixing with the dirty tidewater lapping at his waist. His soaked shirt clung to his skin, stained dark red. He tried to move his legs—nothing. Just the dull throb of broken kneecaps. Only his big toe could wiggle.

He winced, groaning.

“Did I… fall from up there?” he whispered, eyes trailing the height of the bridge overhead.

Tears stung his eyes, sliding to his ears as he coughed on the salty air. The last thing he remembered was the sound of sirens. After that—nothing but pain.

A brutal wave of agony tore through his shoulders and stomach as he tried to lift himself.

“Arghhh!”

His scream echoed beneath the bridge.

> [System has been activated. Hibernation sequence in progress...]

Then came the skull-splitting pain. Searing. Endless. It consumed him.

And Dustin passed out cold.

******

He blinked. White lights. A clean ceiling. The smell of antiseptic. A hospital?

Flashes of memory sliced through the haze like a knife.

He’d gone to the Wynne mansion—the estate of the very man who had employed his father for years as a pawn in a criminal empire. Dustin had begged Mr. Wynne to use his power to get his father released from jail. His pleas were met with mockery and cold dismissal.

An hour later, he’d been running for his life—chased, beaten, left for dead. They wanted to silence him.

The Wynnes. The same powerful family that ruined his father. A family backed by the corrupt mayor. The same people his father served faithfully, blindly. Robbing banks. Trafficking drugs. Crimes Dustin had always opposed.

And yet... his father had done it for them. For him.

So Dustin had studied harder than anyone, determined to be different. To break the cycle.

Just when he got his acceptance letter into the university of his dreams, they took it all away.

Betrayed. Broken. Left to die.

A sharp noise snapped him from the memory. The hospital door creaked open, and a nurse entered, gasping when she saw him awake.

“You’re… alive?” she stammered, eyes wide with horror.

Dustin frowned. “Huh? Were you expecting a ghost?”

“I-I mean… yes—no! I mean—actually, yes.” The nurse’s face paled further. “You were declared dead. Multiple fractures. Internal bleeding. No pulse. The ECG flatlined last night. You were gone.”

Dustin raised his hand defiantly. “And yet, here I am. Breathing. You might want to double-check your equipment.”

She hesitated, then rushed forward and took his wrist. Her eyes widened at the unmistakable pulse. “No... this isn’t possible,” she whispered. “I—I have to call the doctor.”

She bolted from the room, leaving Dustin stunned. He sat up slowly, pain radiating from every bone.

“What the hell is going on...?” he murmured.

> BING!

System: Activation sequence has now reached 100%. System initialization complete. Reset successful.

System: All requirements achieved. Host is now paired with the Whopping Tycoon System.

[This system will guide you to become unimaginably wealthy and powerful.]

[System pairing: 10%... 30%... 60%... 90%... 100%]

[Pairing complete. Full performance dependent on host.]

System: Awaiting host’s full authorization.

Dustin sat still. The voice wasn’t coming from a speaker or the room. It was inside him.

He looked down as a flicker of blue light ran beneath his skin, tracing his veins for a split second.

“H-Holy cow... what was that?” he gasped. “Does this mean... I’m already dead?”

His hand trembled over his chest as if expecting to feel nothing. But his heart—was beating. Stronger than ever.

Before he could process the next thought, the door creaked again.

But this time, it wasn’t the nurse.

A man in a black suit stepped inside. Sharp jawline. Piercing eyes. A strange insignia on his lapel.

“I see the system chose you after all,” the stranger said calmly. “Now the question is—will you accept it?”

Dustin’s breath caught.

> System: Final Warning. Host authorization required to begin Destiny Path Protocol.

Authorize now? [Yes] or [No]