Obsidian Heitt
Adrenaline kicked in. I didn’t think—I acted. My pulse pounded in my ears as I spun away from the door, scanning the dimly lit hospital room for anything I could use as a weapon. My body was still sluggish from whatever they had injected me with, but my instincts screamed at me to move. Who were these guys? The system pulsed in my vision. [Threat Level: HIGH] No kidding. A soft knock on the door. “Mr. Kelly?” Not Stella. My grip tightened around the IV stand beside my bed. My knuckles turned white. I didn’t answer. The doorknob twisted. Shit. The door swung open, revealing a man dressed in a sleek black suit. His expression was unreadable—calm, calculating. Everything about him screamed authority. His eyes locked onto mine. “Caden Kelly,” he said smoothly. “I need you to come with us.” Yeah. That wasn’t happening. I moved. With every ounce of strength I had left, I swung the IV stand at his head. He was fast—faster than I expected—but I still managed to clip his shoulder. He let out a grunt, but before I could press my advantage, another presence surged behind me. I didn’t even have time to react. Cold metal pressed against my neck. A syringe. My heart skipped. No— A sharp prick. The world tilted. My knees buckled. I barely registered the suited man catching me before the darkness swallowed me whole. The last thing I heard was his voice. "Welcome to Obsidian Heitt." --- I woke to a dull, rhythmic humming. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if I was still dreaming. My body felt heavy; my limbs were slow to respond. A throbbing headache pulsed behind my eyes. I forced them open. Dim lights flickered above me. The ceiling wasn’t the sterile white of the hospital—it was darker, metallic. The air smelled of antiseptic, cold steel, and something… off. I wasn’t in the hospital anymore. I was restrained. Thick leather straps bound my wrists and ankles to a steel chair. The metal was cold against my skin. Panic clawed its way up my throat, but I forced it down. Stay calm. Assess the situation. The system flickered in the corner of my vision. [Status: Stable] [Energy: 37%] [Abilities Locked] My jaw clenched. Locked? I exhaled slowly, trying to suppress the frustration bubbling inside me. The sound of footsteps pulled my attention to the door. Slow. Deliberate. The heavy steel door groaned as it opened. A man stepped inside. The same one from before. His suit was pristine, not a single wrinkle out of place. He moved like someone in complete control, exuding quiet confidence. But it was his eyes that unnerved me—cold, calculating, as if he were looking at an interesting puzzle rather than a person. He stopped a few feet away, hands clasped behind his back. “You’re awake sooner than expected,” he mused. “Impressive.” I didn’t answer. He studied me for a moment before continuing. “Do you know where you are?” I forced a smirk. “Judging by the décor? I’d guess it's some underground villain's lair. You guys really went all out on the ‘ominous’ aesthetic.” His lips twitched slightly. Not quite a smile. “Humor. That’s good. You’ll need it.” I tugged at the restraints. “You know, if you wanted a conversation, you could’ve just asked. Drugging and kidnapping me? Bit excessive.” His gaze sharpened. “We needed to ensure compliance.” “Yeah, see, that’s the part I have a problem with.” I yanked hard against the restraints, testing them. They didn’t budge. His expression didn’t change. “You’re in no position to negotiate.” I let out a breath, forcing myself to relax. “Fine. I’ll bite. Who the hell are you?” He took a step closer. “My name is Victor Hale. I work for Obsidian Heitt.” The name meant nothing to me. But the way he said it, like it carried weight, sent a chill down my spine. I kept my expression neutral. “And Obsidian Heitt is…?” “A necessary force in maintaining balance.” “Wow. That means absolutely nothing.” His eyes darkened slightly. “We ensure that certain… anomalies remain in check.” Anomalies. I didn’t like the way he said that. Victor placed a thin folder on the metal table beside him and opened it. “You are an anomaly, Mr. Kelly.” He turned the folder toward me. It was filled with documents. Photos. Photos of me. Chilling, high-resolution images from different angles—some from the hospital, others from before the explosion. My entire life is documented in pages of neatly typed reports. My mouth went dry. “We’ve been watching you for a while,” Victor continued. “Ever since your… miraculous survival.” I forced myself to meet his gaze. “You guys always this obsessed with hospital patients, or am I just special?” His lips curved slightly. “Special, indeed. But not because of your survival.” He leaned forward. “We know about the system, Caden.” My stomach dropped. I kept my expression unreadable, but inside, my mind raced. They know. Victor watched me carefully, waiting for a reaction. When I didn’t give him one, he chuckled. “No denial? That’s interesting.” I inhaled slowly. Stay calm. Think. “Let’s say, hypothetically, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I tilted my head. “What exactly do you think you know?” He smirked. “I know you should be dead.” Silence stretched between us. He picked up a document and read it aloud. “Caden Kelly. Age 24. Reported as the sole survivor of an explosion that killed twenty-seven people.” He set the paper down. “Except, that’s not quite true, is it?” I clenched my jaw. “Something happened to you that night,” he continued, eyes gleaming. “Something beyond human capability. We’ve seen the signs. Accelerated healing. Increased stamina. Sudden physical enhancements.” I didn’t speak. Victor stepped closer, lowering his voice. “We are very interested in what makes you… different.” His fingers tapped the folder. “And we’re prepared to find out—one way or another.” My skin prickled. “You mean you want to dissect me, right? Study me like some kind of experiment?” He smiled. “Oh, nothing that crude. We have more refined methods.” I exhaled through my nose, forcing my body to stay relaxed. “You’re wasting your time. I don’t know anything.” Victor studied me for a long moment. Then he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small device. A single button gleamed in the dim light. “Then let’s see if we can jog your memory.” He pressed it. Pain exploded through my body. Every nerve ignited in white-hot agony. My vision blurred, my muscles locked, and a strangled sound ripped from my throat. I barely heard his voice through the static of my own suffering. “Welcome to Obsidian Heitt, Mr. Kelly.” Darkness closed in again. And this time, I wasn’t sure I’d wake up.
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CHAPTER 54
The Guardian's Special TrickThe System Destroyer's main gun fired, sending a bright blast of energy at the Vault. On our ship's control deck, it was deadly quiet before the hit, broken only by the loud whine of the gun. Rylan got ready, holding onto his controls. I stood firm, watching the coming destruction. I felt a cold certainty: this was the end.But then, a voice, clearer and stronger than before, spoke in my mind. It came not just from the guardian, but from the very heart of the Vault: Turn on the time-bending shield. Full power."Time-bending shield?" I gasped, and the words slipped out. "Rylan, did you hear that? The guardian… it wants us to turn on the time-bending shield!"Rylan's eyes were wide as he stared at me. "What? We don't have a time-bending shield! That's just an old idea, from the Anomaly time! It's not even built into the Vault!"It is always built into the Vault, Shadow. It's for a real purpose. Turn it on, or we are lost, the guardian urged, its voice now ve
CHAPTER 53
The Echo's SourceThe Vault of Creation shook and screamed as it was hit again and again. Loud alarms blared, a noisy mix of red warning lights. The System Destroyer's energy blasts hit our shields hard, each blow shaking the ship."Shields at sixty percent and falling fast!" Rylan yelled, fighting his controls. "Their weapons are for bigger ships! We can't take this much longer!"My mind raced, trying to grasp the impossible. "How did they find us, Rylan? How did they break our cloaking?" The guardian was silent in my mind, which was more unnerving than any answer. It was also searching, figuring things out."I… I don't know!" Rylan’s voice broke under the stress. "There's no signal, no sign of a scan that could have found us. It's like they just knew."Another hard hit, and the Vault's lights flickered badly. Sparks flew from a broken computer nearby. We were like a ghost, a whisper in space, yet this raw power was tearing us apart."Move away! Full power to engines!" I ordered, but
CHAPTER 52
Echoes in the MachineThe Vault of Creation jumped to Praxus-7, quiet as before. We settled into space around the data hub, hidden and unseen. Unlike the wild gas near Xylos-9, here, space felt empty and clean. Praxus-7 itself was a giant metal ball, twinkling with lights from its data lines and computers."Praxus-7 is a data fortress," Rylan whispered, his face lit by the screen. "Their defenses are thick, and their alarm systems are supposed to be the best." He looked at me, a hint of a challenge in his eyes. "Ready to get inside?""We're not breaking in with force, Rylan," I reminded him, a small smile on my face. "It's about what they believe. We're not trying to smash their systems, but to quietly plant lies in their most trusted friend: their own data."The guardian agreed with my thoughts. They trust their data completely, and that's their weak spot. We'll use it against them.Rylan nodded, already busy. "The 'ghost' program is ready. It's made to act like a small glitch in a d
CHAPTER 51
The Shadow PlayThe Vault of Creation drifted silently and unseen, a patient predator within the nebula's churning depths. Outside, the cosmic ballet of gas and dust continued, its wild energy a perfect shield. Our success on Xylos-9 filled the bridge with a quiet sense of triumph, but it was a victory of cunning, not force. The System was stumbling, and we needed to keep them off balance."They're still focused on internal problems," Rylan reported, his fingers flying across the console. The holographic display showed Xylos-9, now marked by a growing web of red lines indicating logistical snarls and rerouted traffic. "Their 'fast-response' team of technicians just arrived. They're scanning everything, looking for a software bug or a hardware failure.""Good," I responded, watching the System's frantic efforts. "Every minute they spend looking inward is a minute they're not looking for us. They believe in their own infallibility too much to consider an external threat like this."The
CHAPTER 50
Small Problems Grow BigAfter our hidden attack on Xylos-9, no big explosions or alarms were going off everywhere. Instead, it was a quiet, growing worry for the System. On our main screen, which showed the System's messages, we saw the first signs of their confusion."They're not finding us at all," Rylan whispered, his eyes wide as he watched the data. "They're blaming problems inside their own system. Their auto-check programs are going wild trying to find out what's wrong. Important messages are still going through, but more and more places are getting frustrated."I watched as reports, usually sent perfectly, started to be a little late. Then those small delays became much bigger. Supply lists from Xylos-9, meant for shipyards far away, suddenly arrived incomplete or with wrong amounts. Orders for special minerals were confirmed, but the actual shipments were stuck in fake waiting lines, or worse, sent to completely different, unimportant places."It's like they're trying to put
CHAPTER 49
Ghost in the MachineThe Vault of Creation moved through the dark, cold space. It was like a silent hunter, hidden by the wild energy of the nebula. Outside the main window, gas and dust swirled like a colorful, angry ocean. Its wild energy kept any System ships from coming too close. We were like a tiny needle in a huge pile of hay, unseen and unheard."Getting close to Xylos-9," Rylan said, breaking the quiet. His fingers flew across his computer. A bright, floating picture of the planet appeared, showing all its mining tunnels and paths. "Putting us at the edge of the nebula's jamming field now, Caden. Their long-range sensors won't see us at all."I felt the Vault gently move, a deep, living shake going through its old body. My link to it grew stronger, a direct connection to the First Architects' amazing technology. This wasn't just about flying a ship; it was about becoming one with it, using its hidden power."Good," I answered, my eyes on the floating map. "Start looking for t
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