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 stood in the center of the training ground, his breath steady despite the bruises forming along his ribs. The underground chamber was dimly lit, its walls lined with old, rusted panels from a time long past. The air smelled of dust, sweat, and something metallic—blood, probably his own.

Across from him, Cain grinned, cracking his knuckles. "Alright, Goldie. You've stopped getting your ass kicked. Now let's see if you can actually fight."

Because something inside him had shifted.

For the first time, he wasn't reacting. He was moving. Anticipating. Feeling the energy coursing through his veins, wild and untamed. But this time, he wasn't fighting against it.

Cain launched forward, his speed blurring him into nothing more than a streak of motion. But this time—Dante saw everything.

The way Cain's weight shifted slightly onto his left foot before striking. The tightening of his muscles as he prepared a feint. The brief flicker of his eyes, signaling his real attack.

Dante moved before Cain even finished throwing the punch.

He twisted to the side, narrowly avoiding the blow. But he didn't stop there—his body responded instinctively. His knee shot up, driving into Cain's ribs with brutal force.

Cain grunted, staggering back. His red eyes flashed with something between pain and amusement. "Well, damn."

Dante clenched his fists. The golden energy within him pulsed—alive, eager. He could feel it coiling around his limbs, sharpening his senses, strengthening his every move. It was intoxicating.

He took a steadying breath, forcing himself to stay in control.

Cain smirked. "Alright then. Let's see what you can do when I actually try."

Dante barely had a second to react before Cain reappeared at his side, driving a fist toward his ribs. Dante blocked, but the impact sent a sharp shockwave up his arm. Cain wasn't just strong—he was relentless.

Dante retaliated. He feinted left, then spun low, sweeping Cain's legs. Cain jumped, dodging effortlessly. But Dante was already in motion.

He launched himself upward, driving his elbow toward Cain's jaw. Cain barely managed to shift his head in time, avoiding the full force of the hit—but it still clipped him.

Cain landed a few feet away, rolling his shoulders. "Not bad." He wiped blood from his lip, his grin widening. "You're finally getting it."

Dante didn't reply. He just adjusted his stance.

He wasn't just reacting to Cain's attacks—he was predicting them. Moving before they happened. Feeling every shift in the air, every movement, every pulse of energy.

Cain chuckled. "Well, Goldie, let's see how long you can keep up."

Cain blurred, moving faster than before. His attacks came sharper, heavier, each strike carrying enough force to shatter bones.

He dodged, countered, struck back with precision. He wasn't holding back anymore. The golden energy surged through him, sharpening every movement.

Cain lunged—Dante met him head-on.

Their fists collided, sending a shockwave rippling through the training chamber. The walls trembled, dust falling from the ceiling.

Cain's grin widened. "Now this," he breathed, "is fun."

Dante exhaled, his golden eyes burning.

He was done running. Done holding back.

It was time to embrace what he was.

And if the world wasn't ready for him—

UNLEASHING THE STORM.