The Evolution System of the Drowned

Chapter 1: The Abyssal Awakening

The cold iron bit into my wrists, the salt spray stinging my eyes. I looked up at Elowen. She smelled like expensive jasmine and cold-blooded betrayal.

"Is the chain tight enough, Cuthbert?" she asked. Her voice was as smooth as silk and twice as sharp.

Cuthbert grunted, giving the heavy iron links a kick. "He’s not going anywhere but the bottom, Elowen. I made sure of it."

"You both are pathetic," I spat, the blood from my split lip mixing with the sea spray. "You think you can just erase me? My father built this company. This ship is mine."

Elowen laughed. It was a light, tinkling sound that made my skin crawl. She stepped closer, her designer heels clicking on the mahogany deck of the Gilded Sovereign. She leaned down, her face inches from mine.

"Yours? No, Osric. It was always meant to be mine. You were just the boring bridge I had to walk across to get to the throne."

"The board will never follow you," I hissed.

"The board follows money," Cuthbert said, stepping up beside her. He looked down at me with a smirk that made me want to rip his throat out. "And since you’ll be 'lost at sea' during this unfortunate storm, I’ll be the one holding the purse strings. Don't worry, buddy. I'll take real good care of your wife. And your bed."

"You coward," I lunged at him, but the chains yanked me back. The heavy anchor attached to my feet clanged against the deck. "I treated you like a brother!"

"That was your first mistake," Cuthbert said. He checked his watch. "The storm is picking up. We should get this over with. I have a celebratory dinner waiting."

Elowen reached into my pocket and pulled out the Abyssal Pearl. It was a dull, black sphere, an heirloom my father told me never to lose.

"Is this the 'great treasure' of the Thorne family?" she mocked, holding it up to the moonlight. "It looks like a piece of coal. Worthless. Just like you."

"Give it back, Elowen. You don't know what that is."

"I know it’s garbage," she said, tossing it back at my chest. It hit me hard and slid into the folds of my shirt. "Keep your trinket, Osric. You can use it to pay the ferryman."

"Elowen, please," I said, a final spark of hope dying in my chest as I looked into her eyes. There was nothing there. No regret. No love. Just greed.

"Goodbye, Osric," she said. She didn't even look away. "Cuthbert? Do it."

Cuthbert didn't hesitate. He put his boot against my shoulder and shoved.

The world tilted. The screams of the wind were swallowed by a sudden, violent splash. The weight of the anchor was immediate. It dragged me down, down into the black maw of the Atlantic. The light of the yacht’s lanterns became tiny, fading stars above.

I thrashed, my heart hammering against my ribs. I tried to hold my breath, but the pressure was immense. It felt like a giant was squeezing my chest, trying to pop my lungs.

This is it, I thought. Drowning. In the dark. Alone.

Then, a strange heat bloomed against my skin.

The Abyssal Pearl, tucked against my chest, began to glow. But it wasn't a normal light. It was a searing, liquid silver. I felt it melt through my shirt. I felt it hit my skin. I tried to scream as the pearl sank into me, dissolving into my sternum like molten lead.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in the back of my skull. It wasn't human. It was a deep, resonant hum that made my very marrow vibrate.

[CORE SYNCHRONIZATION: 100%]

[LEVIATHAN EVOLUTION SYSTEM INITIALIZED]

[HOST STATUS: CRITICAL OXYGEN FAILURE. COMMENCING EMERGENCY ADAPTATION...]

What? I thought, my mind fracturing from the pain and the lack of air. System?

[EVOLUTION TRIGGERED: LUNGS OF THE DEEP]

My neck felt like it was being sliced open with a razor. Sharp, rhythmic stabs of pain flared behind my ears. I couldn't help it—my mouth opened. I expected the burning agony of salt water filling my lungs. I expected the end.

Instead, I felt a rush of cold, invigorating energy.

I took a breath. Beneath the crushing weight of fifty meters of water, I took a long, deep breath. The water didn't drown me. It fueled me.

I looked down at my hands. My skin was turning a dark, obsidian grey. My vision, once blurred by the dark and the salt, snapped into a crystalline, terrifying clarity. I could see the tiny organisms in the water. I could see the jagged rocks of the shelf below.

And I could see the shadow.

Something massive was moving in the dark. A Great White, easily twenty feet long, was circling me. It had smelled the blood from my lip. It thought I was a meal.

[PREDATOR DETECTED]

[MISSION: CONSUME THE APEX. REWARD: GENETIC STABILIZATION.]

I looked at the shark. I looked at the chains on my wrists. My blood was boiling, but not with fear. It was rage. Pure, unadulterated fury.

I'm not the one who's trapped down here, I thought, my fingers lengthening into something sharp and jagged. The ocean isn't my grave. It’s my armory.

The shark lunged, its maw opening to reveal rows of serrated teeth. I didn't try to swim away. I reached out and grabbed the chain connecting my wrists. With a roar that vibrated through the water, I yanked.

The cold iron, the "unbreakable" chains Cuthbert had bragged about, snapped like dry twigs.

The shark was inches away. I could see the black void of its eye.

"My turn," I growled, the words coming out as a distorted, low-frequency rumble.

I didn't flee. I swam straight into the shark's open mouth, my hands locked into claws. I wasn't just surviving anymore. I was evolving. And I was hungry.

High above, the Gilded Sovereign was still sailing, carrying the people who stole my life. They thought I was dead. They thought the story was over.

They had no idea that something was coming for them. Something that didn't need to breathe. Something that couldn't be killed.

The shark’s teeth scraped against my new, hardened skin, but they couldn't bite through. I buried my claws into its snout and twisted. The beast thrashed, but I held on, my eyes glowing with a predatory silver light.

[ESSENCE DETECTED. WOULD YOU LIKE TO CONSUME?]

Yes, I thought. Every last drop.

As I tore into the predator, the water around me turned a deep, dark red. I wasn't Osric Thorne, the betrayed husband, anymore. I was the start of an extinction event.

But as the shark went limp, a new notification flashed in red across my vision.

[WARNING: LARGE-SCALE BIOLOGICAL SIGNAL DETECTED. THE ANCIENT ONES ARE WAKING.]

The sea floor beneath me began to tremble. A massive, glowing eye—larger than the yacht I h

ad just been thrown from—opened in the trench below.

I wasn't the only thing that had woken up today.