Shazorwy

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day....

When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago.

The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. 

There was no choice, refusing meant ruin.

At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something.

No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. 

The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people.

Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly.

"Do you wish to live?"


When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien.

 His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn.

But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined.

This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. 

These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways.

But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain?

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Intergalactic conquest with an AI

Lykos's silver eyes locked onto Seris's, gleaming like shards of moonlight in the darkness. For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath as he hesitated, his lips parting as if the words themselves were heavy, burdened by the weight of truth.

Finally, he spoke; his voice was low and deliberate, each syllable echoing like a distant thunderclap.

"I'm feeding myself… to grow."

A cold shiver raced down Seris's spine, her instincts screaming in warning. Deep down, she had already known what his answer would be, but hearing it aloud made it all too real. Her voice, steady despite the unease coiling in her chest, cut through the tension.

"And what exactly are you feeding on?"

Lykos's expression remained impassive, his tone as cold and detached as the void itself. "The corpses scattered across the battlefield. And the creatures I've hunted."

Fisherman.