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BERSERK SYSTEM By Dopeking


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Chapter 1: The Awakening That Never Came

The Awakening Ceremony.

For centuries, it had been the most anticipated day in any teenager's life — the day they turned sixteen and learned what System they were born to wield.

Warriors gained strength. Mages summoned elements. Healers bent reality with their will. Every human was born with the potential to awaken, and when they did, their entire life changed.

Rayden stood in the cold marble hall with thirty-four other teens, each of them buzzing with nervous energy. He stood out — not for being special, but for being... ignored.

The High Seer, clad in golden robes with glowing blue runes running down her sleeves, stepped forward. “One by one, you shall receive the mark of your System.”

One by one, the names were called.

“Selva Lornhart – System Type: Shadowblade.” “Marik Denholm – System Type: Iron Body.” “Sena Valcroft – System Type: Beast Whisperer.”

Cheers erupted. Parents clapped. Friends hugged. But Rayden stood silently, waiting.

Finally…

“Rayden Kael.”

He stepped forward. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. His hand brushed against the Seer’s, and a circle of runes ignited below his feet.

And then…

Nothing.

The glow died. The hall fell silent. Whispers began to form like mist.

“Error… no system detected,” the Seer murmured, eyes narrowing in confusion. “Repeat scan.”

Again — nothing.

A cruel snicker came from behind him. “Guess someone’s defective.”

Rayden clenched his fists, eyes burning, jaw tight. He turned, storming out of the temple before the laughter swallowed him whole.

The cold wind of the mountains whipped across his face. He didn’t care where he ran — only that he ran far enough.

Away from the looks. Away from the pity.

He tripped.

Tumbled.

Hit the ground hard.

Groaning, Rayden pushed himself up. The earth below him was not dirt… it was stone, buried beneath the moss. A strange symbol was etched on the surface — a twisted eye with black tendrils.

A tomb.

Curious. Angry. Desperate. He began scraping away at the moss and soil. An iron lid revealed itself, with a skeletal hand carved gripping a closed book.

As his fingers touched the surface — a pulse ran up his arm.

Then...

[SYSTEM DETECTED]
Establishing Connection…
WARNING: SYSTEM TYPE: UNKNOWN
Name: BESERK SYSTEM
Status: LOCKED | Fragmented | Sealed

Rayden’s eyes widened.

[INITIATING SOUL BOND]
Processing Soul Affinity… 89% Compatible
Warning: System carries Corruption Risk
Proceeding anyway…

“You are mine now, Rayden.”

[SYSTEM ACQUIRED: BESERK SYSTEM]
Quest Unlocked: First Bloodlust

His breath caught in his throat. The voice wasn't just text. It whispered in his mind.

Cold. Metallic. Unforgiving.

Quest: First Bloodlust
Objective: Spill blood in rage
Reward: Unlock Skill – [Unchained Fury Lv.1]
Note: Resistance to the system will cause severe mental backlash.

He staggered backward, heart pounding.

"What… what is this thing?"

The book in the tomb pulsed again, rising into the air, pages flipping by themselves. Flames licked its edges but it didn’t burn. A face appeared — distorted and hollow-eyed.

“You are the second,” it whispered. “The first tore kingdoms apart. You… might do worse.”

Rayden should have run. He should’ve screamed.

But instead… he smiled.

Let them laugh now.


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Chapter 1 is now in clean, copyable format.

My Beserk System

Days passed since the fall of the Bastion, and the Broken began to rebuild.

Using scavenged parts, melted steel, and repurposed soulstone, they converted cells into chambers, turned execution rooms into training halls, and forged weapons from the bones of their captors. A new rhythm took hold—one of preparation, vengeance, and discipline.

But Rayden knew peace wouldn't last.

Kaelri burst into the strategy chamber, illusion shards trailing from her cloak. "We've spotted a scout party. Seerblades. South ridge. Ten riders. All Awakened."

Rayden didn't flinch. "Send Thorn and Jexa."

She hesitated. "They're not here. Out on recon with Lyss."

Rayden stood, his cloak falling across his shoulders like a stormcloud. "Then I'll go."

Kaelri blocked him. "You're the heart of this place now. If they kill you—"

"They won't," Rayden said flatly. "They're the ones who should be afraid."

He left her in silence and walked into the wind, the Berserk System already whispering with hunger.

The south ridge was sharp, jagged—scars from ancient magical warfare. Rayden stood alone atop a ledge of crumbled obsidian, cloak flaring behind him like wings of smoke.

The Seerblades were elite scouts—trained killers, each armed with a bound System and twin blades forged in echo-steel. They moved like shadows. Fast. Focused.

His presence became a pulse of dread in their minds, a vibration of wrongness that made the lead rider flinch mid-gallop.

"Identify yourself!" one of them barked. "By order of the Grand Seer—"

Rayden answered by slamming his fist into the earth.

Obsidian shards erupted like knives, skewering two riders before they could even scream.

The rest reacted instantly. Systems flared—light shields, wind dashes, flame bursts—but Rayden was already among them.

He moved like a storm given flesh.

One slashed at him—Rayden caught the blade, tore it free, and drove it into the rider's shoulder before tossing him off the cliff.

Another tried to bind him with illusion runes—Rayden's eyes turned black and gold, the Berserk System purging trickery with brute force.

"You think I'm just another rogue?" he whispered. "I am the fracture in your prophecy."

Passive: Each enemy slain increases your fury regeneration for 1 hour. Stacks up to 10x.

All but one rider remained, crawling backward with a broken leg and blood streaming from his helm. "What… what are you…?"

"Tell them," he said softly. "Tell the High Seers this ridge belongs to me now. Tell them the Bastion breathes. And tell them…" He leaned closer, eyes glowing like molten wrath. "...I'm coming."

Then he stood and walked away, leaving the survivor sobbing in the dust.

Back at the Bastion, Kaelri stood waiting on the balcony as Rayden returned, red dust clinging to his boots.

"They'll spread the word," Rayden replied.

From that day forward, no scouts dared approach within five miles of the Crimson Bastion.

Chapter 24: The First Hunt