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“Your existence is now illegal.”

On the brink of suicide, Flare Kross, a failed orphan and forgotten nobody, is offered a mysterious pact—a contract from the Devil himself.

He accepts.

Now branded as the first Unchosen, Flare finds himself hunted by divine assassins, cursed with a glitching system, and trapped in a supernatural war between Heaven’s Chosen and Hell’s Contracted.

But Flare isn't here to play by their rules. He’s not a hero. He’s not a villain. He’s an error in the cosmic system—a walking sin that shouldn’t exist.

And worse?

He’s bound to Aria Vayne, the deadliest Chosen assassin alive… a woman who wants nothing more than to kill him—but can’t.

Because the Devil made sure of it.

In a world where power is fate and fate is written in blood, Flare is going to rewrite everything.

The Devil's Contract: Rise of the Unchosen

> [Devil's Contract — Dual Sync Mode: 1% Complete.]

[WARNING: Emotional Convergence Detected.]

"What the hell does that mean?" I asked, voice rising.

Aria's eyes narrowed. She didn't answer—not immediately.

Then she stood, her boots echoing off the concrete floor as she paced like a caged animal. "It means we're merging, idiot. Minds, emotions, instincts. Slowly. The contract was never just about survival."

"You're saying I'm going to feel what you feel?"

She stopped walking. "Eventually. You'll start picking up pieces of my thoughts, flashes of my memories. Same for me."

"Why would the Devil design something like that?"

Her jaw clenched. "Because he's not trying to protect you. He's trying to turn us into something… new."

The lantern flickered. For a moment, shadows crawled along the walls like living things.

> [System Ping: New Skill Unlocked]

[Skill: Bond Echo – Gain temporary access to partner's instincts during life-threatening scenarios.]

Before I could even process the alert, pain slammed through my head—blinding and white-hot.

I stood in a palace of light. Thousands of figures knelt before me, faces hidden behind golden masks. My body moved like a god—flawless, divine. Every breath I took felt like it echoed through the stars.

This version wore white armor stained with blood. Her wings were scorched at the edges. And her expression…

She looked at me like she didn't know whether to kiss me—or kill me.

Then she whispered, "You weren't supposed to wear the crown."

And in her hand was a sword made of sunlight.

I gasped and fell backward in the real world, hitting the concrete hard. My heart pounded like a war drum.

I looked up at her. "You. In the future. We were… enemies."

Her face darkened. "The bond is accelerating. Too fast."

I pulled myself up, shaking. "You said it would be slow."

"It's not supposed to activate this soon," she snapped. "Something's wrong."

Then she turned and began tearing open a storage trunk in the corner of the safehouse. Inside was a bundle of scrolls bound in bone, a vial of black liquid, and a knife that shimmered like oil on water.

"I'm breaking the bond," she said.

"Not without consequences," she muttered. "But it's better than what's coming if we don't."

[Action Denied: Host attempting to sever an evolving synchronization. Catastrophic backlash imminent.]

Before I could shout a warning, she stabbed the blade into her palm.

Dark light exploded through the room. A wave of pressure slammed me into the wall. Symbols burst across the floor in blood-red flames.

[System Sync Lock Reinforced: 2% Completion.]

Aria screamed. Blood spilled from her eyes. The knife snapped in two.

"Aria!" I rushed to her side, panic rising.

Her skin was pale, cold. But she was breathing.

> [System Notification: Forced separation attempt detected. Retaliatory backlash administered to Subject Aria Vayne.]

[Sync integrity stabilized. Time to 100% sync: Unknown.]

And whoever designed it wanted us to become something more than bonded.

They wanted us to become unstoppable.

CHAPTER 4