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Marcus Chen died on a Tuesday.
At least, that's what should have happened when the thing with too many teeth tore through his classroom door.
The red rain had fallen for only seven minutes. Seven minutes to transform eight billion humans into monsters. Seven minutes to end civilization.
"Run!" Marcus had screamed at his students, but it was already too late. Their skin bubbled and stretched as the crimson droplets seeped into their pores. Bright student Kaylee's face split open like a blooming flower of teeth. Football captain Damon's muscles swelled until his bones cracked through his skin, reforming into spikes.
Now Marcus was cornered in the chemistry lab, the principal's contorted form blocking the only exit. The once-respected administrator now stood nine feet tall, his suit hanging in tatters around a body that had become something from a nightmare.
"Why not me?" Marcus whispered, staring at his unchanged hands. The red rain had soaked him completely, yet he remained human while the world turned monstrous.
The creature lunged.
Marcus closed his eyes.
[EVOLUTION SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
The words blazed across his vision like blue fire.
[EMERGENCY SURVIVAL MODE ENGAGED]
[FIRST EVOLUTION AVAILABLE]
[ABSORB PREDATOR SPEED?]
"Yes!" Marcus gasped, not knowing how he knew to respond.
Fire erupted in his legs. He screamed as tendons snapped and regrew, muscle fibers densifying in seconds. The pain vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving behind a strange new power humming through his limbs.
When the principal's claws swiped through the air, Marcus was already across the room, moving with impossible speed.
The creature roared in confusion.
A new message flashed:
[EVOLUTION SUCCESSFUL]
[DEFEAT THE PREDATOR TO UNLOCK MORE ABILITIES]
Marcus eyed the broken glass beaker on the counter beside him. He wasn't just surviving now—he was evolving.
And in a world where humanity had vanished in seven minutes of red rain, evolution was the only path forward.

Evolution Rising: The Last Human

High Doctrine Command sat in perfect stillness—twelve chairs in a circle, each occupied by a figure wrapped in fiber-threaded robes, faceless masks humming softly with neural heat. Behind them, ancient monitors flickered with overlapping data, each stream a pulse from the fractured Earth below.

And in the center of the room hovered a single line of system text:

[DIVERGENCE CORE ACTIVATED | HOST: MARCUS CHEN][PROTOCOL LEVEL: UNCLASSIFIED – THREAT: EXISTENTIAL]

"This was not predicted," intoned Voice Five, his tone stripped of inflection.

"Nothing post-Eden ever was," answered Voice Nine. "The moment they altered the sequence code, outcomes ceased to follow trajectory."

Voice One, the First Doctrine and oldest among them, leaned forward. Her mask shimmered with embedded memory.

"The Last Human has unlocked three fragments. His evolution is not linear—it's recursive. The System is adapting to him."

Voice Four spoke: "Do we deploy Observer Delta ahead of schedule?"

"No," said Voice One. "We deploy Omega."

Half the circle flinched. One stood. "That is suicide. Omega was never meant to awaken—not unless—"

[Omega Protocol: Initialization In Progress][Subject: Null Genesis | Cryo-Seal Lifting | Designation: Alpha-Origin Predator]

In the heart of Beacon's deepest vaults, cold mist hissed from a sarcophagus of black ice.

The being inside was no longer human—if it had ever been.

Its skeletal frame was coiled with synthetic muscles laced in dark chrome, its skull marked with the Beacon sigil—now warped. Its chest bore the seal of rejection: the Omega Spiral, etched into bone.

Its eyes opened—dim at first, then blazing crimson.

To kill the one the system now served.

Meanwhile, far away, Marcus stood at the edge of a ruined cliff, overlooking the awakening city of New Eden. Lights flickered across the broken towers, forming runes in the sky—fragments of ancient code now reacting to his presence.

The Divergence Core thrummed within him like a living star.

[New Protocol Available: World-Rewrite | Locked – Four of Seven Fragments Required]

He didn't yet know the Doctrine had moved.

Didn't yet know something older than death now walked the Earth again.

A ripple. A tremor. A summons.

And deep within the newly opened Divergence menu, a new entry flashed into existence:

[WARNING: OMEGA ENTITY ONLINE][SURVIVAL RATE: 4%]

Doctrine Response – Omega Protocol