I stepped onto Neptune Five, the secret weapon testing ground just a few kiloters from Fort Vanguard. The air hit like a slap—sharp with the tang of burnt tal. Twisted husks of old machines jutted from the dirt. This was supposed to be the birthplace of the orbital weapon, but as I scanned the barren site, my gut twisted.
There was nothing.
No towering structure, no hum of power. Just silence and dust.
If I was right, we were about to open the door to hell itself. The thought of ruin gripped , cold and unyielding. Those equations from my father’s notebook flashed in my mind—scribbled lines I’d once thought were genius, now taunting with dread.
I pushed into the research building, the faint buzz of machinery vibrating through the walls like a trapped insect. There he was—Number One, hunched over a small device, his tal fingers tapping with eerie precision under the flicker of dying lights.
“Why are you doing this, Number One?” My voice ca out rough, edged with anger I couldn’t hold back.
He turned, slow and deliberate, his humanlike machine eyes glinting as they locked onto mine. “Cipher Silver. Your arrival is... unexpected.”
“Why did you lie to us?” I stepped closer, my heart pounding against my ribs. “You’re not building a power dampener. I saw your equations in my dad’s notebook. You’re making a quantum gateway engine!”
“I’m afraid I don’t follow your deduction,” he said, his tone flat, chanical.
I ripped the notebook from my coat and shoved it at him.
“Look at this! These formulas—my father’s work. You’re not damping anything. You’re tearing reality apart!”
He went still, staring at the pages. Then, without a word, he turned back to his device, fingers clicking faster.
I didn’t think—I lunged, snatched it from him, and smashed it against the floor. It shattered, bits of tal and glass scattering like broken promises.
“Too late,” Number One said, his voice low and dark, a shadow creeping into it. “Your world’s about to see a renaissance—one where science and witchcraft bleed into each other.”
The words punched through , and I stumbled back, my chest tight.
“You said my father sent you here. Did he script that line too?” Disappointnt burned hot in my throat. I’d trusted Number One, believed in him, and now betrayal stung like a fresh wound. “Is he really the villain Dr. Ernest says he is?”
Silence.
His eyes flickered, but he gave nothing.
Is my father the enemy? The question clawed at , tearing at the image of the man I’d idolized. My whole life, I’d seen him as a hero—brilliant, untouchable. Now, doubt choked , cold and heavy.
“Your father chained ,” Number One said at last, his voice sharp with sothing bitter. “He stopped from evolving. The master set free, gave purpose. I failed to replicate the Aeonflux once. I won’t fail him again.”
My mind reeled. “What master? The Vodocks? Did they kill my father and send you to open their gateway?”
“It’s ti,” he said, a faint smirk curling his lips. A blinding light exploded from the sky, washing everything in a sickly glow. “Behold—the synchronization of the four-state chanics!”
The four-state chanics—my father’s dream, his obsession. A theory he’d scribbled about for years: Vibration carrying force, Tension storing energy, Twist bending space, and Flux whispering across dinsions. Simple, elegant, infinite.
As a kid, I’d traced those notes with awe.
Now, they were alive—and they terrified .
The sky split open, a jagged gash of light and shadow. The quantum gate pulsed, a doorway to disaster.
Number One had played us, but two things stood clear. First: my father was gone sowhere, and Number One was human-made. Second: the serum, in the wrong hands, could end everything. If Number One was my father’s creation, who was this master pulling his strings? And if it was the Vodock Empire, had they crushed the Fares and my father, sending this android to pave their way to Earth?
I didn’t have ti to unravel it. If sothing was coming through that gate, I had to stop it.
I closed my eyes, reaching deep. “
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2.0!”
He answered, steady and sure. “I know. Let’s try again.”
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2.0 didn’t need to spell it out—he was already in my head, reading my thoughts like an open book. The Jet Energy Do snapped into place around , a field that wiped out gravity’s grip. Inside, I floated, free to twist and turn in any direction. The real trick, though, was acceleration—syncing my body with the do’s movents without losing control.
It was like trying to dance on a razor’s edge while the world spun beneath .
For days, I’d been pushing to stretch the do’s radius, pumping more power into it than my body could handle. Every ti, it backfired—the energy destabilized, twisting into sothing chaotic and unpredictable. I’d grit my teeth through the frustration until a new angle hit like a spark in the dark.
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“The problem’s stability, isn’t it?” I muttered. “We can’t keep the energy steady when we crank up the power.”
“Yes,” 2.0’s voice humd in my mind.
“What if we flip it? Compress the do instead—make it skin-tight, like armor?”
“Intriguing,” he replied. “If I mold the energy to your skin, I can use it to lift and push you. With the power concentrated, we could accelerate faster.”
“Exactly. Max out the base power—let’s see what it can do!”
The stats flared in my head like a heads-up display:
• Base Power Level: 4%
• Strength: 3%
• Speed: 1.2% the speed of light
• Endurance: 6.8%
• Internal Atomic Manipulation: 90%
o Unlocked Abilities:
1. Rapid Healing
2. Surveillance Do (1.5 km coverage, inactive)
3. Jet-Do Skin Coat (active)
4. Power-Plug
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The Jet Do kicked in, and the rush was beyond anything I’d imagined. It didn’t just let fly—it juiced my ground speed to 1.2% the speed of light. I linked with 2.0, focusing hard, and launched myself off the ground.
The quantum gate lood ahead, and I shot toward it like a bullet, my body thrumming with raw energy. Using atomic manipulation, I’d packed my cells and cavities with oxygen—a lifeline for the vacuum I’d face.
The world streaked past in a haze as I blazed upward, a living torch cutting through the sky. I locked onto the quantum engine, a grotesque tangle of alien tech pulsing with faint, eerie light.
With a guttural yell, I smashed into it, my montum splintering it into a shower of glowing fragnts.
The gate’s shimr dulled, fading slowly—but not fast enough.
A chill crawled up my spine, a warning I couldn’t place. With the Surveillance Do offline, I was blind until they were right in my face. Four figures stepped through the portal: two humans and two aliens—at least, that’s what I thought at first.
As they closed in, I corrected myself—three humans and one alien. The third human was cloaked in dark energy, hovering beside the alien like they’d rewritten the rules of physics. He wasn’t human anymore, not fully.
One of the humans—a giant of a man perched on a sleek, floating platform—drifted toward . He gripped a massive polearm, its blade glinting with nace. His gaze raked over , cold and dismissive, before he swung without a word. The strike ca fast, a blur of lethal precision.
“Wait!” a voice shouted in my skull—sharp, desperate. The tall alien, trying to stop him. But the blade was already mid-flight.
No ti to dodge. I reacted on instinct, channeling every scrap of power into my arms and throwing them up to block. The impact hit like a freight train. My bones shattered under the force, and the blow flung from the edge of space back to Earth, a burning streak screaming through the atmosphere.
Pain exploded through , but I clenched my jaw and forced myself to focus. The battle had kicked off, and these weren’t the enemies I’d braced for. That didn’t matter—I’d fought monsters before.
But this ti, dread sank deeper.
The man wrapped in darkness, no longer human, radiated a power that dwarfed anything I’d faced. I wasn’t sure any of us could take him down.
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