Chapter 1: Awakening
Pain.
It was the first thing Fenrir Endarth felt.
Not ordinary pain.
Not the pain of broken bones or torn flesh.
This was something far worse.
Every nerve in his body felt as though it were being ripped apart and reconstructed simultaneously.
His blood boiled.
His muscles twisted.
His bones cracked repeatedly.
An agonized scream escaped his throat.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
The dark alley echoed with his cries.
Rain continued to pour from the night sky.
Yet despite the freezing temperature, steam rose from his body.
His skin glowed with faint crimson patterns.
Ancient runes appeared across his flesh before disappearing moments later.
Fenrir's vision blurred.
The world around him seemed distant.
Unreal.
Then a voice echoed inside his mind.
Cold.
Ancient.
Emotionless.
[Evolution Sequence: 12%]
[Genetic Reconstruction In Progress.]
[Bloodline Awakening In Progress.]
[Host Survival Probability: 0.001%.]
"What...?"
Fenrir's voice trembled.
He struggled to move.
Struggled to breathe.
Struggled to understand.
"What is happening to me?!"
No answer came.
The pain only intensified.
His body arched violently.
Blood burst from his skin.
His muscles tore apart.
Only to regenerate moments later.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Every second felt like eternity.
At some point, Fenrir wished for death.
Anything would be better than this agony.
Yet he refused to surrender.
Because surrender meant losing.
And after everything that happened...
He was tired of losing.
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Hours passed.
Or perhaps days.
Fenrir could no longer tell.
Eventually...
The pain began to fade.
His breathing steadied.
The violent transformation slowed.
And for the first time since the nightmare began, he opened his eyes.
Crimson eyes.
Eyes that no longer belonged to an ordinary human.
The moment he looked around, Fenrir froze.
Everything was different.
He could hear raindrops striking rooftops hundreds of meters away.
He could smell gasoline from a distant street.
He could even hear the heartbeat of a stray cat hiding nearby.
His senses had become terrifyingly sharp.
"What... happened?"
A puddle reflected his appearance.
Fenrir stared.
Then his eyes widened.
The person staring back at him looked familiar.
Yet completely different.
His face had become more refined.
His jawline sharper.
His features more striking.
His physique appeared stronger despite wearing the same torn clothes.
Even the scars from years of hard work had vanished.
It was still him.
But somehow...
Better.
Stronger.
More dangerous.
Before he could process the transformation, the mysterious voice returned.
[Host Successfully Stabilized.]
[Bloodline Awakening Complete.]
[System OBLIVION Activated.]
A translucent screen appeared before him.
Fenrir stumbled backward.
"What the hell?!"
The floating screen remained motionless.
Ignoring his panic.
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HOST: Fenrir Endarth
RACE: Human (Suppressed)
PRIMARY BLOODLINE: Alpha Sovereign God Devourer
SECONDARY BLOODLINE: ???
LEVEL: 1
TITLE: Last God Devourer
STATUS: Weak
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Fenrir stared.
His mind went blank.
Bloodline?
God Devourer?
Level?
System?
None of it made sense.
"I'm dreaming."
He immediately shook his head.
"No... I have to be dreaming."
[Negative.]
The response appeared instantly.
Fenrir nearly jumped.
"You can hear me?"
[Affirmative.]
"What are you?"
Silence followed.
Then the answer appeared.
[I am OBLIVION.]
[Your System.]
Fenrir frowned.
"My system?"
[Correct.]
[Purpose: Assist Host Evolution.]
[Purpose: Ensure Host Survival.]
[Purpose: Remove All Limitations.]
The final statement caused Fenrir's heart to skip a beat.
Remove all limitations?
No matter how unbelievable everything seemed, he couldn't ignore those words.
Before he could ask more questions, another notification appeared.
[Emergency Mission Generated.]
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MISSION: Survive
Description:
Your awakening has been detected.
Hostile entities are approaching.
Failure Condition:
Death.
Reward:
Continued Existence.
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Fenrir's eyes widened.
"What does that mean?"
The answer came immediately.
[Enemies detected.]
[Distance: 482 Meters.]
[Distance: 471 Meters.]
[Distance: 463 Meters.]
[Distance: 451 Meters.]
They were getting closer.
Fast.
A chill ran down his spine.
"Who are they?"
[Unknown.]
[Threat Level: High.]
Then...
Fenrir heard it.
A howl.
Not from a dog.
Not from a wolf.
Something much larger.
Something monstrous.
The sound echoed through the city.
Several kilometers away.
Yet Fenrir heard it clearly.
And somehow...
His instincts recognized it.
Predator.
A hunter was approaching.
And it was hunting him.
For the first time since his awakening...
Fear appeared in Fenrir's eyes.
Not because he was weak.
Not because he was injured.
But because deep inside his newly awakened bloodline...
Something stirred.
Something ancient.
Something savage.
Something excited.
It was not afraid of the approaching monster.
It was hungry.
Very hungry.
And as Fenrir stared into the darkness beyond the alley...
A faint smile slowly appeared on his face.
For reasons he could not understand...
He wanted to hunt it too.
[Warning.]
[Host Mental State Altering.]
[Alpha Sovereign Instincts Awakening.]
[Prepare For Combat.]
Far above the clouds...
Something opened its eyes.
And for the first time in thousands of years...
The Last God Devourer took his first step into the supernatural world.