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In a world where technology and mysticism intertwine, Dante Kieran wakes up to a reality altered beyond recognition. A mysterious artifact has bonded with him, rewriting his destiny and unlocking powers beyond human comprehension.

Hunted by secret organizations, feared by the elite, and drawn into a battle older than time itself, Dante must navigate a treacherous path of betrayal, ambition, and forbidden knowledge. Alongside three breathtakingly powerful women—each harboring secrets of their own—he will uncover the truth behind the artifact, his past, and the cosmic forces at play.

But power comes with a price, and as the line between hero and villain blurs, Dante must decide: Will he be humanity’s savior or its destruction?

The Genesis has begun.


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ROUGE GENESIS

Chapter 3: Subject Zero's Transfer

A low hum. The steady vibration of movement. The faint scent of sterilized metal and synthetic air.

Dante's mind clawed its way back to the surface. The last thing he remembered was Lyra's face—calm, unreadable—before the syringe sent him spiraling into darkness. But now…

His senses sharpened. He was moving.

Eyes fluttering open, he took in his surroundings. The ceiling above him was dark metal, lined with dim, bluish-white lights. The restraints around his wrists and ankles had been replaced with thick magnetic cuffs, locked onto a metal bench. Across from him, two armed guards sat in stiff silence, their weapons holstered but within easy reach.

Dante's fingers twitched. His body felt… strange. The dull ache from before had vanished, replaced with a buzzing energy beneath his skin. His muscles felt stronger, his senses sharper. Whatever they did to him—it wasn't just an experiment. It was a transformation.

The guards hadn't noticed he was awake yet. Their faces were hidden behind sleek black helmets, their posture rigid. Military, most likely. Not regular security. That meant whoever these "higher-ups" were, they weren't taking any chances.

Dante's gaze flickered to the reinforced door at the end of the transport pod. No windows. No obvious exits. But then—

Beyond the guards, past the rows of dim blue lights, Lyra sat near a control panel. Her white coat was gone, replaced by a fitted black jumpsuit with silver linings. She looked less like a scientist and more like someone important. Someone dangerous.

She met his gaze and, for the briefest second, hesitated.

Then, she pressed something on the console.

The guards stiffened. "What was that?" One of them turned toward Lyra.

She didn't answer. Instead, her lips pressed into a thin line.

The transport lurched violently as a deafening explosion ripped through the air. The walls shuddered, sparks flying from the overhead lights. Dante's restraints flickered—the electromagnetic locks momentarily disrupted.

With inhuman speed, he ripped free from his bonds. The guards barely had time to react before he lunged, his body moving on instinct. He struck the first soldier's chest, sending him crashing into the opposite wall. The second one reached for his weapon—too slow. Dante's hand shot forward, gripping the man's wrist, twisting—

Breath heavy, Dante turned to Lyra. "What the hell is happening?"

She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she rose to her feet, smooth and deliberate. "They found us."

The transport veered sharply, another explosion detonating nearby. Dante barely managed to steady himself as the metal walls groaned in protest.

Lyra moved toward the door panel, her fingers flying across the controls. "We're going to crash. I can get us out, but you need to trust me."

Before he could answer, the ceiling ruptured.

A mechanical drone—sleek, black, and armed with lethal precision—descended through the opening, its targeting system locking onto him.

Should we continue straight into Chapter 4: Escape, or do you want to add more buildup?

SUBJECT ZERO TRANSFER.