Anomaly Foundation

Day 389.

Level 121 was a mechanical labyrinth.

Steel walls. Sterile white lights. Hidden cameras.

Unlike the wild and untamed chaos of other levels, this place was too orderly.

And that was the clearest sign of danger:

Humans were here.

Raven walked slowly.

Touched nothing.

Said nothing.

His footsteps echoed.

He knew this place wasn't an anomaly's trap.

It was something far more organized.

And he was right.

Three seconds later, six red lasers locked onto his body.

Automated turrets emerged from the walls.

And from the end of the corridor, someone stepped forward.

A man clad in dark plated armor, the Anomaly Foundation emblem glowing on his chest.

Sharp eyes. Upright posture. On his shoulder: a Class 7 Badge.

Agent Kael Asterion.

"Stop right there, Survivor," he said coldly.

Raven looked at him. Unflinching.

He didn't attack. But he didn't submit, either.

Kael observed him from head to toe.

"Name?"

Raven stayed silent.

"Identification?"

Silence.

Kael raised an eyebrow. "Mute, huh? Or just too insane to answer?"

Raven finally spoke.

His voice was deep, calm, but heavy—like wet stone.

"Raven."

Kael glanced at the HUD on his helmet.

"Raven... No clear data. First detected at Level 25. Escaped the Scary Clown. Survived over fifty survival-class levels. Fought borderline-extreme entities… and lived."

He stepped closer.

And for the first time, Kael took in the full view of the being before him.

Height: 187 cm.

Muscular, but balanced.

His muscles weren't built from strength—but endurance.

Long white hair reaching his waist, falling like tangled silver threads.

His eyes… glowing violet—not biological, but a result of shifted energy structure.

His blood was no longer red. It was dark blue, nearly black.

His hands were covered in old scars that regeneration hadn't healed—left intentionally.

Kael gave a small nod, almost admiring.

"You… are no ordinary human anymore."

Raven didn't respond.

But he didn't run, either.

And that was enough for Kael to make a decision.

"We'll take him. Level 121, Sub-Basis F13. Not a cell. Observation."

Raven didn't resist as the energy cuffs clicked into place.

He knew… this wasn't a prison. It was an opportunity.

---

Three hours later, he sat inside an observation chamber in the underground facility.

Transparent walls. Cameras from seven angles.

Outside, scientists and analysts busied themselves, typing and reading reports.

"Subject shows neuro-stable responses."

"Regenerative systems fully recovered post-overload."

"Vortex core activity detected near the heart. Similar to a breathing-based hybrid energy system."

Kael entered the control room.

"Status?"

"We… we're not sure, sir. He's not an anomaly… but he's not quite human, either."

Kael stared at the monitor.

And he spoke slowly:

"Not just a survivor. This… is existential evolution."

Raven sat quietly.

But his mind raced.

He observed the facility. The layout. The number of agents.

He trusted no one.

But he didn't want to destroy them—not yet.

In the glass reflection, he saw his own face.

And for the first time in ages, he recognized it.

"I… am a wound. But not one that healed."

"I am a wound that grew teeth."

---

Three days passed.

The Anomaly Foundation officially documented Raven.

Name: Raven

Status: Survivor-Evolutionary

Resilience Level: Class 4 (potential for escalation)

Risk: Unknown (Temporary code: Fluctuating Catalyst)

Physical Characteristics:

Height: 187 cm

Hair: Long white, waist-length

Eyes: Spectral violet (active vortex energy)

Body: Athletic, with permanent scars and hyperactive regenerative systems

Combat Style: Unknown Hybrid | Breathing-Based Combat Form

Special Notes:

Capable of interacting with Class Hard to borderline-Extreme entities.

Displays signs of spiritual resonance with high-tier entities:

Oblivion — Lord of Hell

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That night, Raven stood on the balcony of the Level 121 base.

Staring blankly into the endless abyss of Level Space.

Kael approached, carrying two cups. One of them filled with water.

"Drink?"

Raven looked at him.

"Afraid of poison?"

Raven replied flatly. "Afraid of losing time."

Kael smirked faintly. "You know, there are many survivors... But none like you."

"That's because I'm not a survivor."

"Then what are you?"

"I… am a mediator of suffering."

Kael stared at him.

And he knew one day, this being would force the world to choose:

To fight him… or kneel before him.

But tonight wasn't about threats.

Tonight was merely the beginning of documentation.

And Raven, for the first time in his life, had the space to think.

And that… was far more dangerous than any weapon.