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

Dante's muscles burned. His breath came in short, sharp gasps as he forced himself to stay on his feet. The training had been relentless, pushing his body beyond its limits.

Cain smirked from a distance, arms crossed as he watched Dante struggle to keep up. "Come on, Goldie. You gonna fall over already?"

Dante gritted his teeth, wiping sweat from his brow. "Shut up."

Lyra, standing beside Cain, tapped on her tablet, analyzing his vitals. "His energy output is increasing, but he's still hesitating."

Cain rolled his eyes. "Of course he is. He's trying to fight like a human."

Dante snapped his gaze up. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Cain stepped forward, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. "You're not human, Dante. At least, not entirely. You keep holding back, afraid of what'll happen if you go all in." He spread his arms wide. "So let's see what happens when you do."

Before Dante could react, Cain vanished.

A rush of air—then a fist slamming toward his face.

Dante barely managed to dodge, feeling the force of Cain's strike graze his cheek. He retaliated, swinging his fist, but Cain ducked effortlessly, driving his knee into Dante's stomach.

Cain didn't let up. He was on him in an instant, a blur of speed, striking faster than Dante could react. A punch to the ribs, a kick to the chest—Dante barely blocked the next attack before Cain's elbow smashed into his jaw, sending him crashing to the ground.

Pain flared, but it wasn't just from the blows.

That power—the one lurking beneath his skin, waiting, pulsing.

Lyra's voice was sharp. "Dante, stop holding back!"

Dante clenched his fists. He knew they were right. If he kept fighting like this, he'd never win.

Heat surged through his veins, his body igniting with raw energy. The golden pulse beneath his skin flared brighter, his muscles tensing with inhuman strength.

Cain grinned. "That's more like it."

Faster than before, faster than he ever thought possible. One second he was on the ground—the next, he was right in front of Cain.

The impact sent Cain flying, crashing through the training room's metal walls. Dust and debris exploded outward.

Lyra stared. Cain groaned from the rubble, laughing breathlessly. "Damn, Goldie. Now that's what I'm talking about."

Dante flexed his fingers, staring at his own hands. The power hadn't consumed him. It hadn't taken over.

For the first time, he had controlled it.

TRIAL BY FIRE.