L_L_STORMRAGE

Neo-Kyo City, 2035—a metropolis torn between technology and class divide.**  
Lin Shen, a programmer, accidentally bonds with an alien relic, the "Entropy Core," gaining the power to reverse localized entropy at the cost of his deteriorating DNA. To save his sister, who suffers from ALS, he reluctantly allies with Bai Ye, a hybrid experiment, to combat the Entropy Shadows—alien parasites controlling human elites.  
**Core Conflicts**:  
- **Clash of Technology and Supernatural**: Quantum shields, dark matter erosion, photon weaponry.  
- **Survival vs. Morality**: The price of power (genetic collapse, consciousness corruption).  
- **Class and Betrayal**: Hypocrisy among elites, factional divides among rebels.  
**Highlights**: Hard sci-fi mechanics × social allegory × multi-dimensional character motivations.

Fractured Realms: Neo-Kyo Revelation

The Deadzone's sky burned acid-green, the air thick with the stench of decaying metal. Lin Shen leaned against the armored truck's window, his translucent skin flickering like a faulty hologram. **[Genetic stability: 11%]** pulsed in his vision. Beside him, Bai Ye sharpened her photon dagger, its edge reflecting the wasteland's jagged ruins.

"Radiation levels are off the charts," Ghosthand muttered, recalibrating his prosthetic's sensors. "If the reactor's still active, we'll be glowing before we reach it."

Chu He injected Lin Shen with a stabilizer, the green liquid hissing as it merged with his veins. "This will buy us six hours. No more."

A roar echoed across the dunes. A convoy of jury-rigged vehicles surrounded them, riders in cobbled-together exosuits aiming tesla coils at the truck. Their leader, a hulking figure welded into a salvaged mech, slammed a plasma axe into the hood.

"Deadzone tax," he growled, voice distorted through a rusted vocoder. "Your lives or your gear."

Bai Ye's dagger hummed. "We don't have time for this."

Lin Shen's Core flared. **[Reverse entropy protocol: Structural destabilization.]**

The mech's joints rusted to powder in seconds.

The scavengers knelt. "Core-bearer," their leader rasped, removing his helmet to reveal a face half-replaced by shadow-infused cybernetics. "The Forgotten worship your light. Let us guide you."

The reactor loomed ahead—a crumbling monolith spewing black smoke. At its base, a Shadow-Xiaoyu clone waved, her smile dripping liquid void.

Chapter 11: The Deadzone Gambit