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Chapter 1: Bloodline Unlocked

??The portal was a glowing, geotric array etched into the stone floor, pulsing with amber light.

??Will noticed it the way he noticed most things that were about to kill him—calmly, quickly, and about thirty seconds too late.

??"It’s booting up." Zeraya’s voice was tight. "Stand on the array."

??"I hear them."

??Will did the math. He’d been doing it for the last four minutes, since the sound started in the dark at the far end of the corridor. A low, grinding rumble. The sound of a thousand hungry things moving fast.

??A notification hovered at the edge of his vision, the translucent blue light of the Tutorial interface flickering against the darkness.

??[TUTORIAL PHASE FINAL WAVE INITIATED]

[Surviving contestants in Transfer Array: 2]

[Transfer sequence ti remaining: 90 seconds]

??Ninety seconds to teleport.

??Will looked down the dark corridor. He calculated the speed of the grinding rumble. The horde would breach the room in thirty seconds. There would be a full sixty seconds of overlap where the monsters would slaughter anyone standing helplessly on the charging array.

??He had done harder math on less ti.

??Will wasn’t built for heroics. Average height, lean from skipping als rather than training, black hair that needed a cut three weeks ago. He had the kind of face people forgot until he said sothing that made them stop and look again.

??He stepped off the glowing amber array and walked toward the corridor choke point.

??Lariya was already looking at him. Sixteen years old, she had stopped pretending she didn’t understand the situation about a minute ago. Her eyes were dry, which sohow made it worse.

??"Will, get back on the pad!" Zeraya barked, stepping toward the edge of the light.

??"Don’t step off, or your tir resets," Will said, unslinging his bow. "They’re thirty seconds out. The math doesn’t work. Soone has to plug the hallway."

??Zeraya grabbed his arm. Her grip was strong, desperate. Will looked down at her hands—the sa hands that had dragged him out of the Viper Pits, the knuckles still split and scarred from holding the line when he couldn’t.

??"There has to be another way—" she started.

??"There isn’t." He unbuckled his short sword and held it out to her. "The portal doesn’t lead to a safe zone. It leads to the surface. You’re going to need this."

??Zeraya didn’t take it. Instead, she shoved the hilt right back against his chest.

??"Look at my knuckles, Will," she said, her voice tight but steady. "I don’t need a blade to break things. But you can’t fire a bow with a monster on top of you."

??She glanced at Lariya, then back to Will. Her eyes were wide and shining with unshed tears, the terrifying reality of his math finally breaking through her tough exterior.

??"Keep the damn sword," she whispered, her voice cracking.

??Then she slamd into him, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling his head down with desperate strength. She kissed him, tasting of copper and tears.

??Will’s restraint snapped. His hands dropped, gripping her hips and pulling her flush against him. He could feel her heart hamring against his chest. Zeraya let out a jagged sound against his mouth, her grip tightening on his shoulders. For one heartbeat, the rumbling of the monsters vanished.

??Then, she tore herself away.

??"Don’t you dare die," she whispered, backing into the amber light. "Do you hear ? I will find you, Will. No matter which world the System drops us in, I will find you."

??[System Notification: Primal Bond established with Contestant: Zeraya]

[Condition: Soul-Marked. Fate is now intertwined.]

??A sudden, searing heat blood in the center of Will’s chest—a literal, soul-deep tether burning itself into his stats.

??She grabbed her sister’s hand and faced the portal.

??Will watched them go, the taste of copper still on his tongue. He turned around to face the dark, a cold calm settling over him.

??He had the math. He had the mory of her. And now, he had a reason to break the world.

??The first rank of monsters tore around the bend. They were nightmare amalgams of bone and necrotic muscle, moving on too many multi-jointed limbs, their eyeless skulls dripping with acidic, black ichor.

??Will pulled an arrow, nocked, and shot the front one. It dropped. The ones behind it didn’t slow. He shot again and again—five arrows, six—quiver empty in the ti it takes to breathe. He tossed the bow aside and drew the short sword.

??He thought: Huh. He thought: Dad’s going to be so upset.

??He thought about his father’s handwriting. Neat. Careful. Old-fashioned. The script of a man who took things seriously. His father had written forty-six letters to the insurance company over fourteen months, as if the quality of the penmanship might change the answer to his mother’s dical bills.

??It never changed the answer.

??He thought about the hospital waiting room chair. Third from the left. The loose armrest. The breakfast sandwiches before 7:00 AM. He thought about his mother’s hands—the pink rectangle of skin where the IV tape had been changed so many tis it left a permanent ghost of an attempt.

??Will was twenty, and he was so tired of being the one the math didn’t favor.

??But this ti, it was his choice. He’d looked at a portal, done the math, and turned around. That belonged to him. He was okay with it.

??He raised the sword as the necrotic horde lunged.

??And the System was violently overwritten.

??It wasn’t a glitch. The rigid algorithms of the Tutorial didn’t seize because a human chose to die—the System had processed a trillion sacrifices before. They seized because sothing ancient, watching from the dark, decided to break the rules. A massive, unauthorized override slamd into the local server, hijacking the physics of the room and snagging on a dormant, impossibly dense thread buried deep inside his DNA.

??The monsters froze mid-stride, their claws hanging in the dead air. Dust suspended between them.

??The sterile blue interface above Will’s head cracked. The digital boxes shattered, brutally overwritten by burning, molten-gold script that looked like ancient calligraphy bleeding into the air.

??[ANOMALOUS EVENT DETECTED]

[EXTERNAL INTERFERENCE: SOURCE UNKNOWN]

[STAT REVISION IN PROGRESS...]

??Strength: 10

Dexterity: 10

Intelligence: 15

Luck: 30/20

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