**Earth Calendar – 2025**

**Undisclosed Location – Black Market Auction**

The air in the underground bunker was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and nervous sweat. A single chandelier flickered overhead, casting jagged shadows across the faces of the world's most dangerous buyers. They sat in plush chairs, their eyes locked onto the long, steel table at the center of the room.

On that table lay the future.

A hundred small, glowing stones pulsed with an eerie blue light, each no larger than a thumbnail. Beside them, a miniaturized nuclear reactor hummed softly, its core chamber housing a single bullet-shaped capsule of an otherworldly metallic compound.

**Mayanium.**

The rarest substance on Earth.

A man in a tailored black suit—known only as *The Broker*—smirked as he tapped one of the stones with a gloved finger.

"Gentlemen… and lady," he nodded toward a sharp-eyed woman in a crimson dress, "what you see here is the future of energy, weaponry, and immortality. One gram of refined Mayanium can power a city for a decade. A bullet coated in it? It'll pierce through tank armor like paper."

The buyers exchanged glances. They were warlords, tech moguls, and shadow government agents—people who dealt in power. And this? This was **real** power.

The woman in red leaned forward. *"So what you're saying is… these stones are worth more than diamonds?"*

The Broker chuckled. *"Diamonds are child's play. This is the currency of gods."*

Then he gestured to the reactor. *"And this? This is the key to stabilizing it. Right now, the Mayanium deposits we've found are unstable. But with this reactor's core? We can refine it. Control it."*

A tense silence followed.

Then—

*"Two million. For five stones."* A scarred Russian oligarch spoke first.

*"Two-point-five."* A Middle Eastern prince countered.

*"Three-point-five."* The woman's voice was ice.

The bids escalated in seconds, voices overlapping, fists slamming tables. The Broker's grin widened.

Then—

A sharp **glitch** cut through the chaos.

The large security monitor on the wall flickered violently. Static hissed. The bidders froze, turning toward the disturbance.

For two seconds, the screen was pure noise.

Then—

**[ SYSTEM REBOOTING… ]**

The words flashed in jagged, alien script.

**[ LOADING… 12%… 34%… 56%… 72%… 100% ]**

**[ KAEL-X DESIGNATED SYSTEM REBOOT COMPLETE ]**

The buyers stared. The Broker's smirk vanished.

**[ INITIALIZING AWAKENING PROTOCOL… ]**

**[ FORCING HOST CONSCIOUSNESS ACTIVATION… ]**

Then—

**[ WARNING. ]**

**[ HIGH-DENSITY CONCENTRATION OF COMPOUND-X DETECTED. ]**

**[ STIMULATING HORMONAL RELEASE. HOST REVIVAL IMMINENT. ]**

The reactor on the table **shuddered**.

The Mayanium stones **flared brighter**.

And deep beneath the Earth, in a forgotten crater miles away, **something woke up.**

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### **The Awakening**

**Kael-X's eyes snapped open.**

His body was broken. His skin, still knitting itself back together from the wormhole's ravages, burned with every breath. The air here was wrong—too thick, too *polluted*.

But his **System** was online.

>> **LOCATION CONFIRMED: EARTH.

>> SYSTEM INTEGRITY: 67% (RECOVERING).

>> HOST VITAL SIGNS: STABILIZING.**

He groaned, forcing himself onto his knees. The crater around him was a wasteland of scorched earth and melted rock—the aftermath of his crash.

Then his **Spatial Sense** flared.

Something was calling to him.

Not a sound. Not a voice.

**Energy.**

*Familiar* energy.

His head whipped toward the horizon.

*"Compound-X…"* he whispered.

On Zypheron-5, Compound-X was the lifeblood of their technology. The fuel of starships. The power behind their **Systems**.

And it was here.

Somewhere on this primitive world, they were mining it.

His fists clenched.

If humans had Compound-X…

Then Zypheron-5's slavers would come for it.

And for him.

Kael-X's System pulsed in warning.

>> **ALERT: EXTERIOR SCAN DETECTED.

>> UNKNOWN ENTITY OBSERVING HOST.**

His head snapped up—just in time to see the **drone** hovering above him.

Its red camera lens focused.

Then it **fired a tranquilizer.**

Kael-X dodged with **Speed Surge**, but his body was still slow, still healing. The dart grazed his arm—

And his **System screamed.**

>> **NEURO-TOXIN DETECTED.

>> COUNTERMEASURES FAILING.

>> HOST RENDERED—**

His knees hit the dirt.

Darkness swallowed him.

The last thing he heard was a voice—human, but laced with something **cold. Artificial.**

"Subject acquired. Transport en route."

Then—nothing.

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The sterile white lights of the lab flickered overhead, casting an eerie glow over rows of glass pods. Inside each one, motionless figures floated in translucent fluid—test subjects, their faces slack, their bodies suspended in unnatural stillness. The hum of machinery filled the air, a constant reminder that this place was alive, watching, experimenting.

Kael-X felt the cold metal of the examination table beneath him as he was wheeled in, his limbs bound by thick, pulsating chains. The restraints weren't ordinary—they shimmered with an unnatural energy, designed to suppress even the most advanced systems.

*This shouldn't be possible.*

His mind raced. Earth was supposed to be primitive, a backwater planet with technology centuries behind the rest of the galaxy. Yet these chains… they reacted to *him*, tightening whenever he flexed his muscles, as if they knew what he was.

A voice crackled over the lab's intercom. "Subject KX-47 secured. Proceeding with preliminary scans."

Kael-X clenched his jaw. *KX-47?* They had already cataloged him.

He tried to summon his system interface—a mental command that should have been instantaneous. Instead, a sluggish, distorted screen flickered into existence, visible only to him.

**SYSTEM STATUS**

- Energy Level: 2% (Critical)

- Host Energy: 14% (Depleted)

- Integration: 72% (Incomplete)

A warning flashed in crimson letters:

**[ENERGY CRITICALLY LOW. AUTO-ABSORB PROTOCOL ENGAGED.]**

Kael-X exhaled sharply. The system had overridden his command, prioritizing survival over his orders. Not ideal, but necessary. If he didn't replenish energy soon, the integration would fail, and with it, his last chance at freedom.

The scientists moved around him, their faces obscured behind reflective visors. One of them pressed a needle against his arm, attempting to draw blood. Kael-X smirked inwardly.

*Fools.*

With a thought, he crystallized his blood, hardening it the instant the needle touched skin. The scientist frowned, tapping the syringe in confusion. The sample inside had turned to solid red shards, useless for their experiments.

"Malfunction in extraction," the scientist muttered, exchanging glances with another. "We'll proceed with neural scans instead."

Kael-X tuned them out, focusing on the system's faint whispers in his mind.

**[Scanning environment…]**

**[Detecting energy sources…]**

**[No viable absorption targets found.]**

His fingers twitched. The lab's technology was advanced enough to restrain him, yet it lacked the raw energy he needed. A cruel irony.

One of the scientists leaned closer, adjusting a device above Kael-X's head. "Neural activity is spiking. The subject is conscious."

"Irrelevant," another replied. "Proceed with the dampening field."

A low-frequency pulse rippled through the room, and Kael-X's vision blurred. The system flickered again, struggling to maintain stability.

**[Warning: Host synchronization at risk.]**

He couldn't afford to lose control now. Not when he was so close.

Closing his eyes, Kael-X reached deeper, past the system's warnings, past the chains suppressing him. There had to be another way.

And then—he felt it.

A faint resonance. Something beneath the lab, buried d

eep. A power source. Ancient. Unstable.

*Perfect.*

The scientists didn't notice as his lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile.

They thought they had captured him.

They were wrong.

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