Chapter 62: The Abyssal Experiment

Five Years Later – The Hidden Organization's Greatest Gamble

Time had marched forward, but the shadows only deepened.

The Ranker Association, once seen as humanity's shield, had cultivated a clandestine branch—one hidden from the public eye. It was not built for defense but for dominion, for exploring the unknown and bending it to their will.

Tonight, that unknown would stare back at them.

In the depths of an underground facility, a colossal machine, spanning 200 meters in diameter, hummed with a sound beyond the human hearing range. It was a Dimensional Rift Generator—a technological marvel designed to puncture the barriers of reality itself.

The lead scientist, Dr. Varun Kessler, stood before a transparent holo-display, the equations of their latest experiment flashing across it. His fingers moved in calculated precision as he adjusted the frequency parameters.

Behind him, Dr. Amelia Hoss, an expert in quantum singularities, watched with unease.

"This is reckless," Amelia muttered. "The last test barely stabilized the anomaly before the breach collapsed. We still haven't accounted for the temporal distortions—"

"Which is precisely why we're conducting another trial." Kessler cut her off. His eyes gleamed with ambition. "We finally cracked the threshold equation. Look."

He gestured toward the primary calculations:

ψ(x,t) = Ae^(-iEt/ħ) + B∫e^(i(kx - ωt)) dk

The wave function of the breach was now predictable.

"We've solved for the quantum flux density. The breach will remain open for 87.4 seconds—enough time to enter, retrieve a sample, and exit."

Amelia frowned. "You're assuming spacetime conditions will remain constant. What about the gravitational fluctuations? What happens when the breach interacts with—"

"Already accounted for."

Kessler pulled up another set of equations, the Kerr metric for a rotating black hole, modified to simulate the rift's singularity:

ds² = - (1 - 2GM/rc²) dt² + (1 - 2GM/rc²)^-1 dr² + r² dθ² + r² sin²θ dφ²

"We're treating the breach as an exotic Kerr-Newman manifold—not a conventional Schwarzschild singularity. The event horizon is stable within a 5.1% margin of error. This is our chance."

Amelia inhaled sharply. The 5.1% margin of error meant they were playing with a probability of collapse nearly 1 in 20.

And if the breach collapsed while they were inside…

There would be no return.

A mechanical voice interrupted the tension.

"Dimensional Rift activation in T-minus 30 seconds."

The countdown had begun.

The particle accelerators surrounding the rift generator whirred at 99.9997% the speed of light, their energy output reaching an unfathomable 5.3 × 10¹⁵ Joules—equivalent to a small thermonuclear explosion.

Then—

CRACK!

Space twisted.

A gaping wound in reality tore open before them.

Beyond the breach, a landscape of nightmares awaited.

Mountains of obsidian and veins of bleeding light stretched toward a sky of swirling void. The land itself seemed alive, pulsing, shifting with an unnatural rhythm.

And above it all…

A titanic entity loomed.

It was not simply large. Its existence violated physics itself. Higher-dimensional geometry warped around it, its silhouette shifting between infinite shapes at once—an impossible being that should not be perceived by three-dimensional minds.

Kessler stepped forward. "We move now."

The team of five, clad in exo-suits designed to withstand up to 40,000 atmospheres of pressure, stepped into the abyss.

Their boots sank into the ground.

Not soil. Not rock. Something softer—like the flesh of something incomprehensible.

Suddenly, one of the researchers gasped.

"Over there."

Nestled within a spiral of bone-like protrusions, pulsing with red, cosmic veins, lay an egg.

Mass: 48.72 kg

Energy Output: 2.94 × 10¹² ergs/s

Thermal Signature: -273.15°C (Absolute Zero)

Amelia's eyes widened.

"The egg's emitting negative thermal radiation. It's pulling heat from its surroundings. This… This violates thermodynamics."

Kessler knelt beside it, his gloved hands trembling.

"This isn't just an egg." His voice was hushed with reverence.

"This is a seed."

Before Amelia could protest, Kessler sealed the egg inside a quantum-stasis pod.

Then—

The world screamed.

The moment they retrieved the egg, the entity in the sky moved.

No. Not moved.

It noticed them.

A sound—no, an anti-sound, the absence of all vibrations—devoured the atmosphere.

Then the sky opened.

From it, tendrils of living void shot toward them.

"RUN!"

Their grav-thrusters ignited as they sprinted back toward the rift.

One researcher tripped.

A single tendril wrapped around his body.

His screams never came.

He simply ceased to exist—unmade at the quantum level, his probability function collapsed into nothingness.

"15 SECONDS TO COLLAPSE!"

Kessler and Amelia leapt through the portal—

CRACK!

The rift snapped shut behind them.

Only three survived.

The underground facility was in chaos.

Technicians swarmed the team, stabilizing their suits, checking their vitals.

But Kessler ignored them.

His eyes were locked on the egg, now placed within a gestation chamber.

The liquid inside the chamber reacted violently.

It darkened, turning from pale blue to abyssal black. The pod rattled.

Then—

The egg melted.

The gestation liquid absorbed it.

No. Not absorbed.

Merged.

and something indescribable began to take shape.

Not a living creature.

Not a machine.

Something in between.

Something never meant to exist in this world.

Alarms shrieked.

"Shut it down!" Amelia's voice cracked with panic.

But no one could.

The mass pulsed.

Then—

The walls of the facility began to twist, warping as if the very geometry of space was being rewritten.

Physics itself screamed in protest.

And as the scientists stood frozen, watching in horror—

The thing inside kept creating itself.

It was not born.

It was still being made. it would not stop.

And then, for the first time, the world felt its hunger.