1:00 P.M. — Global Broadcast
The world didn't explode.
It laughed.
The sound came from everywhere — the sky, the ground, the ocean, even inside human bones.
A laughter too clear, too knowing. Like something ancient mocking creation itself.
> "You thought you'd go where your loved ones are…"
"You defied the First Order…"
"Now pay the price."
Then came the words that rewrote reality.
> [SYSTEM BROADCAST — GLOBAL]
Those who chose the First Package are sealed. Their fate is beyond this plane.
Those who chose the Second Package are now bound by the Mortal Class System
Aid a sealed ones because they are your salvation.
For those who bite a helping hand…
Let the killing begin
The laughter bled into static.
And then… the world started to change.
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🇩🇪 Victor Grant — Munich
All the students under 18 were gathered together in different schools, waiting for the government to find solution of this initial prediction.
Victor sat in the gymnasium under the blinding hum of emergency lights. Soldiers guarded every exit. His classmates trembled as the air shimmered — some had glowing rings orbiting their wrists, others faint runes tattooed into their skin like living circuits.
Victor had none of that. No orb. No mark. No "system."
He was still human.
The captain pacing the aisle kept muttering into his headset. "They're awakening everywhere — summoners, healers, mages, some kind of warriors. We don't know how to stop it." at the same time world wide cracks and portals appeared in victors case it was right infront of them.
A teacher got close but a finger like stick struck his chest in a terrifying speed, without even realizing he was struck then was lifted into the portal
Students screamed. Victor didn't move.
He watched, terrified — but a part of him understood. He saw the connection threads,
The portal above the gym pulsed faster. Its violet rings widened, bending air and light.
Students screamed. Desks rattled. Phones flickered between static and code.
Victor's teacher—Herr Brandt—stepped forward, hand trembling.
"Stay calm, everyone—maybe it's just—"
He never finished.
Something shot out of the portal.
A jagged spear—chitin black and dripping venom—pierced through his chest and pinned him to the wall.
Gasps turned to shrieks.
The portal expanded again, vomiting out dozens of spider-like creatures—some the size of dogs, some as big as cars. Their eyes glowed like molten glass, mandibles clicking in unison.
Soldiers opened fire. Bullets shredded webs, but for every creature that fell, two more crawled out.
> "Containment breach! Containment breach in sector nine—!"
Victor ducked under a desk as a smaller spider scuttled across the ceiling. His heart pounded—not from terror alone, but from pattern recognition.
He saw the way the spiders moved—always toward clusters of people, drawn by sound, heat, fear.
> They're hunting crowds… feeding on chaos.
He didn't think. He acted.
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He grabbed a chair, smashed it through a window—the sound sharp, clear, cutting through the panic.
Students screamed behind him, some begging him to wait. He didn't.
He climbed onto the shattered frame, gauging the drop. Three floors.
Too far to jump clean—but the air ducts below ran across the outer wall. He could slide.
He exhaled.
> "Momentum… angle… friction—yeah, maybe death, but better than eaten."
He leapt.
Glass shredded his sleeves as he hit the duct, slid hard, rolled off and hit the grass in a brutal thud. Pain flared, but bones held.
He pushed up, coughing blood, and ran.
Gunfire echoed behind him. Screams blurred with chittering. The air stank of iron and ozone.
By the time he reached the fence, half the school was smoke.
He climbed, dropped over the other side, and bolted for the forest.
The forest whispered.
Every step Victor took sank into the damp soil with a sound that didn't quite echo right. The trees leaned together, branches knitting overhead as if trying to hide him from the thing humming on the other side of the clearing.
The portal floated there—quiet, pulsing green and black, its rings turning against each other. Light leaked from it in lazy ribbons that drifted through the air like mist. It looked… calm. Too calm.
Victor took one step closer. His breath fogged the cold air.
> If this one behaves the same way, it'll open once the rotation syncs. Maybe I can—
The sound cut through his thoughts.
A low rumble—almost like a growl, but deeper, vibrating through his ribs rather than his ears.
He froze.
Slowly, carefully, he turned.
It was there.
A wolf—or something shaped like one—stood between the trees. Its fur was blacker than shadow, edges rippling like smoke. Eyes pale, almost silver, reflecting the faint green light from the portal. When it exhaled, the fog bent toward it, drawn in.
For a moment neither moved. The air itself seemed to stop breathing.
Victor's mind raced, every calculation failing to finish. Distance: twenty meters. Sprint speed: insufficient. Climb? No. Hide? Too late.
He tried to take a step back. The wolf's head tilted, curious.
It was studying him.
The portal behind him throbbed once, as if aware of both of them. The hum turned into a low, steady tone.
> Think, Victor. Think.
He turned—just a flicker of movement—and ran.
Leaves burst beneath his shoes, branches whipping across his arms. The forest blurred. His lungs burned. He didn't look back.
The sound followed—a single, heavy step that shook the ground. Then another. And another.
It wasn't chasing.
It was approaching.
He risked a glance over his shoulder—saw nothing but darkness. The kind of darkness that watched back.
Then something strange happened.
The world slowed.
His vision narrowed, sharp as a camera lens focusing. He could see the droplets of mist hanging in the air, the motion of his own breath forming patterns.
> Adrenaline spike. Time dilation? No—something else.
He blinked—and the forest was suddenly wrong.
He was still running. But he could see himself doing it—from behind.
His body sprinted ahead, eyes wide with panic, but his own perspective lagged, left hovering in the air, frozen.
Confusion turned to terror.
He tried to move, to scream—but sound didn't come. He could only watch as his body stumbled, crashed through brush, vanished into shadow.
The wolf stepped into view, now impossibly close, towering above where he floated. Its gaze met his—directly. Cold. Intelligent.
It leaned forward and whispered, voice like gravel dragged across metal:
> "Separation complete."
The world snapped apart—light collapsing, sound folding inward. The last thing Victor saw was the wolf turning toward his fallen body, its silver eyes glowing brighter than the portal behind it.
Then everything went dark