Adetoye_Eniola

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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

The silence stretched, thick with unspoken danger. Dozens of glowing silver eyes hovered in the dark, their predatory patience more unnerving than an outright attack.

Dante's muscles tensed, his heartbeat steady but thrumming with an unfamiliar energy. The golden glow in his veins pulsed, synchronizing with something deep inside him—something alive.

Lyra slowly reloaded her gun, her expression unreadable. "They're not moving," she murmured. "Why?"

Dante's gaze flickered toward the shadows. The Null Hounds stood motionless, their elongated bodies shifting slightly, their claws flexing—but they didn't lunge.

A single figure emerged from the darkness.

It moved with slow, deliberate steps, the eerie glow of the hounds reflecting off its sleek, black armor. The helmet was smooth, featureless, except for the two piercing red slits where its eyes should be. A low hum accompanied its movements, like a machine barely restraining its own power.

Dante felt the weight of the figure's gaze settle on him, pressing down like a physical force.

"Subject Zero," the figure intoned, its voice distorted, synthetic. "You are coming with me."

Dante's jaw clenched. "Yeah?" His fingers flexed, feeling the strength coursing through his body. "Not interested."

The figure tilted its head. Then, in a blur of motion, it was gone.

Dante barely had time to shift before a shockwave of force slammed into him. His body flew backward, crashing into the remains of the transport wreckage. Pain lanced through his spine, but he was already scrambling up—

Just in time to dodge the next strike.

The air cracked as the figure's fist missed him by inches, shattering the metal behind him like it was made of paper.

Dante's mind raced. This thing—it was different from the Null Hounds. More refined. More… precise.

Lyra fired. The bullets sparked harmlessly off its armor.

"Dante!" she shouted. "We need to run!"

The golden light beneath his skin flared, surging like wildfire. His pupils contracted into sharp, slit-like points, and the world around him sharpened—colors brighter, movements slower.

"Yeah, no," he muttered. "I think I wanna see how this ends."

The figure hesitated—just for a fraction of a second.

Lightning-fast, inhumanly strong. He surged forward, golden energy crackling around his fists as he drove a punch straight into the figure's chest.

The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the air.

For the first time—the figure staggered.

The Null Hounds reacted instantly, shrieking as they charged.

AWAKENING THE BEAST.