Ascension of the Forsaken Genius Prologue

The flickering glow of a dying streetlight cast long shadows on the cracked pavent. Lucian Alden pulled his jacket closer, shivering as a cold wind bit through the thin fabric. His shoes, worn down from years of use, barely muffled the sound of his footsteps as he walked ho from his part-ti job. It was a routine he had followed for years—study during the day, work at night, survive however he could.

Lucian was a genius, but genius ant nothing without power. Born into poverty, he had no connections, no safety net. Intelligence alone wasn’t enough to change the world, at least not in a society where wealth dictated worth. He had learned that lesson the hard way.

Still, he refused to give up. Science, technology, strategy—these were his weapons. He had dreams of building sothing revolutionary, of proving that knowledge was the greatest power of all. But fate had other plans.

As he turned a corner into an empty alley, his body suddenly froze. The distant hum of the city faded into silence. Then ca the sound of screeching tires.

A black car. Headlights blinding. Engine roaring.

Lucian barely had ti to react before pain exploded through his body. His legs crumpled, his ribs shattered, and his world spun as he was thrown into the air like a broken doll. The impact sent him rolling across the pavent, blood pooling beneath him.

His vision blurred, but he forced himself to stay conscious. He had to see—had to know who had done this.

A figure stepped out of the car. The streetlight above flickered just enough to reveal a face twisted with amusent and disdain. It was him. Nathaniel Arvell, the golden boy of the Arvell family—one of the most powerful nas in the country.

Lucian had humiliated him once. Just once. A simple intellectual debate where Lucian had effortlessly exposed Nathaniel’s ignorance. He never thought much of it afterward, but clearly, Nathaniel did.

Now, as Lucian lay dying, he understood. This was never an accident.

Nathaniel smirked before turning away. “He’s done,” he muttered.

Lucian wanted to scream, to curse him, to fight back. But his body no longer obeyed. Cold numbness spread through his limbs, and his breathing grew weaker.

Darkness closed in.

‘Unfair,’ he thought. ‘I was supposed to do more… I was supposed to change everything…’

His final sight was the night sky, vast and endless. Then, silence.

And yet… his story did not end there.