System Check-In: Phantom Tower – Gala Launch
Daily Check-In Complete
Event Milestone Triggered – Global Elite Exposure
Rewards:
– $12,000,000
– New Legendary-Grade Item Acquired: GENESIS CORE: Dracas Edition
GENESIS CORE – Genetic Awakening Compound
– Unlocks enhanced physiology, hyper-adaptability, and peak evolution potential
– Effects:
• Strength +300%
• Speed +400%
• Reflexes: Beyond human threshold
• Appearance: Refined, radiant, intimidating
• Aging rate: Slowed drastically
Warning: This begins the transition toward a higher species classification.
Would you like to distribute GENESIS CORE to selected members of your Circle?
[YES]
Recipients Selected:
– Nova Cross
– Zhenyu
– Arielle
– Zeke
– Elina
Distribution complete. The Dracas-Blooded are born.
The Gala Begins – Midnight Masked Ceremony
Candlelight draped over glass.
Opera echoed through Phantom Tower's atrium as the elite gathered in silk, masks, and rumors.
Guests whispered:
"He controls a cartel and a senator."
"His touch can bankrupt bloodlines."
"This is no student. This is a god in disguise."
Damon descended the grand staircase.
His new body radiated calm fire — taller, sharper, eyes like molten metal beneath the mask.
And the world felt it.
Some bowed.
Most stared.
All knew.
System Update:
"You are now classified as Dracas-Blooded Alpha.
Your presence will silence weaker minds and tempt dangerous hearts."
Private Lounge — Post-Transformation Trial
Nova stood before him, glowing with untapped power.
She held out her hand.
"I feel like I could tear through marble."
Damon:
"You could."
"But you won't… unless I say so."
Zeke, now sharper, faster, near machine-like in precision, checked security feeds without blinking.
Arielle? Shadow-boxing alone on the balcony, every punch cracking the air.
Zhenyu remained calm, unreadable, but her aura now whispered war.
They were no longer elite.
They were evolution made flesh.
Final Moment — Infiltrator Detected
ARCHAIOS whispered through Damon's comm:
"He's here. The one they sent to blend in.
Codename: Cipher.
Mask: Seraphim Silver.
Standing on the third balcony, left-hand guard rail."
Damon turned his head slowly. Locked eyes.
The man froze — sensing something was wrong.
And Damon whispered to ARCHAIOS:
"Let's see if Cipher bleeds like the rest."