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 chamber, his body still humming with energy. The golden glow in his veins hadn't faded—it had intensified.

Cain was back on his feet, rolling his shoulder where Dante's last strike had landed. "That," he said with a grin, "was something else."

Dante flexed his fingers, still feeling the strange sensation from before—the way space had bent around him, the way he had moved faster than thought.

This wasn't just about strength anymore.

Something inside him had truly awakened.

"You felt it, didn't you?" Lyra's voice cut through the air. She had been watching from the sidelines, her sharp green eyes unreadable. "The moment you stopped holding back, your power changed."

Dante met her gaze. "What the hell is happening to me?"

Lyra took a step closer. "You're evolving."

Cain let out a low whistle. "Oh, shit. Now that's a word you don't hear every day."

Dante frowned. "Evolving into what?"

Lyra hesitated. "We don't know yet. But I do know this—your body was designed to adapt. To survive. And now, it's doing something beyond what we expected."

Dante clenched his jaw. He had already accepted that he wasn't normal. That the experiments had changed him. But this—this felt different.

Cain grinned. "Well, no point in stopping now. If you're evolving, let's see what else you can do."

Dante exhaled. He didn't need convincing.

The air crackled with tension as Dante took his stance again. Cain did the same, muscles coiled, anticipation burning in his crimson eyes.

Dante's golden eyes glowed. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Cain moved first, blurring forward at an insane speed—too fast for a normal person to react.

The world slowed around him. His mind processed Cain's movements like a puzzle falling into place.

Dante shifted his weight—just a fraction.

Because Dante wasn't there anymore.

For a split second, his body had phased—his form flickering like a mirage. And when he reappeared—

Cain barely had time to react before Dante struck—his fist colliding with Cain's back with devastating force.

Cain flew across the chamber, crashing into the reinforced wall with enough force to leave a dent.

Lyra's breath hitched. "That wasn't just speed."

Cain groaned, peeling himself out of the wall. He spat out some blood, then grinned. "You're warping space."

Dante's eyes widened slightly. "What?"

Cain wiped his mouth. "You didn't just dodge. You cut through space itself. You're not moving faster—you're bypassing movement entirely."

Dante stared at his own hands, the golden energy still pulsing beneath his skin.

He was breaking the rules of reality.

Lyra stepped closer, her expression unreadable. "If this keeps up… you might reach something beyond even the Shadowborn."

Dante looked at her, then at Cain. His pulse was steady.

For the first time since this all began, he wasn't afraid of what he was becoming.

THE UNCHAINED POWER.