From Idler to Tech Tycoon: Earth -
Chapter 112: Forced Awakening
Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Forced Awakening
Two weeks later, deep within the Purnas Mansion’s underground base, a shimmering, pulsating purple aura painted the pristine white-metal chamber with an otherworldly glow. Richard floated effortlessly in its center, his eyes closed, his expression serene, yet a subtle tension hummed beneath his skin, a contained tempest.
The air around him crackled faintly with unseen energy, the nascent power of a god-in-the-making. He was actively honing his psionic abilities, pushing beyond his previously known limits, the purple light a visual manifestation of the immense psychic energy now surging through him.
At the observation deck overlooking the chamber, Lina and Jack stood side-by-side, their faces illuminated by the soft, alien luminescence. Both watched Richard with a mixture of profound awe, lingering concern, and an enduring sense of disbelief.
"Two weeks, Lina," Jack said, his voice hushed, almost reverent. "Just two weeks since... you know. And he’s... doing this." He gestured vaguely at Richard’s floating form. "It’s like something straight out of a fantasy game, not real life."
"His psionic signature has stabilized at new parameters, based on the data he shares with me," Lina replied, ever analytical, yet with a hint of something akin to wonder in her voice. "His psionic attribute continues to multiply the raw output. His control is... evolving rapidly. He speaks of ’quantum resonance’ nearing optimal thresholds, though the specifics remain within his own System interface. It’s something embedded deep within him, outside my full jurisdiction, even mine."
Jack’s grounding, relatable reaction contrasted sharply with Lina’s more technical, but still amazed, perspective. They were witnessing something that defied their logical understanding of the world, something truly extraordinary.
Jack’s thoughts drifted to Richard’s transformation. He remembered the Richard from Laguna, the cool, calm friend with a quick wit and an easy smile. But something profound had shifted. A deeper intensity, a controlled ferocity that flickered in his eyes even when he was at rest. He was becoming... something else. Not alien, no, but certainly no longer just human. He was a bridge, a metamorphosis in progress, shedding the skin of the ordinary.
The catalyst for this accelerated evolution had been brutal. Lina, her voice calm but grave, recounted the moment as a holographic display flickered to life on the observation deck, projecting grainy, intercepted footage and pictures from a fragmented, highly encrypted network.
Images flashed: humans, emaciated and terrified, their bodies hooked to transparent wires, blood systematically drawn from their veins. Other images showed humans being experimented on, limbs contorted unnaturally, or their eyes vacant, clearly used as puppets under a foreign, horrific influence.
"These were intercepted from a hidden network two weeks prior," Lina explained, her tone devoid of judgment but heavy with grim fact.
"What they reveal... it’s the systematic exploitation of humanity. Humans, treated as livestock, blood drawn, bodies experimented on, minds enslaved into servitude."
The footage offered Lina and Jack undeniable, chilling proof of a terrifying truth: the "rulers of the Deep State," long suspected, were now revealed in their horrific reality – monstrous, reptilian entities operating unseen, their methods laid bare in agonizing detail.
At the sight of the images, Richard, who had been calm just moments before, had stiffened. A low, guttural growl had erupted from his chest, a sound that seemed too primal for him. Then, his entire body convulsed. The power had erupted from him, a raw, uncontrolled psychic force. Lightning had sparked across the chamber, arcs of pure psionic energy lashing out, shaking the reinforced white metal walls with a deep, resonant hum. Objects nearby had vibrated violently, some shattering into dust.
Jack shuddered, recalling the sheer, overwhelming power. "He... he unleashed hell. I’ve never seen anything like it. It was like the universe itself was tearing apart, vibrating with his rage. Though, I don’t even know how I manage to stop it." It was unnatural, supernatural even. It violated every law of nature and physics they had learned. It was an affront to their very beliefs. It was completely unexpected.
Jack understood the wellspring of Richard’s fury. Beneath the cool exterior, Richard had always possessed a profound empathy for the weak and a fierce, unyielding sense of justice against the oppressed.
This monstrous exploitation of humanity, the casual, systematic draining of life for a foreign, alien hunger, had struck a nerve deeper than any game development challenge. Richard’s moral compass was reaffirmed, even as his power became terrifying. His rage is righteous, but its scale is daunting, hinting at a power that could reshape reality itself.
Richard, still floating in meditation, recalled his internal declaration, the vow he had made in the wake of that initial, shattering revelation: He wanted to become stronger. Stronger than anyone or anything, stronger than any force that would treat humanity as prey. He would not just endure; he would dominate. His desire for power was now driven by a clear, righteous purpose: to protect humanity, to shatter the chains forged by ancient, unseen masters.
"The origin of his power," Lina mused quietly, to Jack, her voice almost a whisper in the echoing chamber. "It still perplexes me. The System attributes it to the ’Anu blood concentration,’ amplifying a dormant psionic trait. But the scale of it... the raw energy output is unlike anything in our data."
Jack thoughtfully rubbed his chin. "Maria mentioned it, didn’t she? That he’s a royal bloodline descendant. From the Tallano Royal Family, linked to ancient kingdoms and those weird crystals. Maybe... maybe that’s it. That ancient blood awakening, connecting him to something truly old."
Richard, within his meditative state, acknowledged the truth in their words. He himself wasn’t entirely sure of the ultimate origin. Was it the nanites of the System, a precise, calculated catalyst? Was it the Anu blood inherited from his ancestors, a dormant gene igniting? Or was it a confluence of both, a perfect storm of ancient lineage and futuristic technology? He only knew it was growing, demanding more.
His ’psionic hunger’ was a constant, growing presence, a subtle ache that whispered of untapped potential. He knew his identity: Half-Human, Half-Anu, 51.74% Anu Blood. That part was certainly clear, as was the terrifying weight of what that meant.
His purple aura brightened for a moment, then subtly dimmed, as if a profound decision had been made, a final line crossed. He descended slowly, gracefully, back to the chamber floor, the gravimetric cuffs humming faintly as they released him.
The cost, the changes, the sheer violation of what was once "normal"... Richard thought, his eyes opening, revealing a new, formidable resolve. It didn’t matter. Not anymore. The unseen rulers of this hidden world had shown their hand. And he would show them his. No longer a sheep, but a shepherd, and a wolf.
Richard continued to float effortlessly in the center of the white-metal chamber, enveloped in his pulsating purple aura. His eyes were closed, his expression serene, yet a subtle tension hummed beneath his skin, a contained tempest. He was actively honing his psionic abilities, pushing beyond his previously known limits, the purple light a visual manifestation of the immense psychic energy now surging through him.
Unbeknownst to his conscious mind, the System relentlessly updated his PSY attribute, a silent, internal notification spamming every second: [ +0.01 PSY ]. His power was accelerating beyond his conscious control or understanding, driven by an unseen force.
Then, a voice resonated deep within Richard’s mind. It was alien, almost mocking in its initial tone, but slowly, unnervingly, it became comprehensible.
X’yrl?.
Qa’vash j’thor?
Z’kall y’drah?
it hissed, then translated itself, "Why are you afraid? Why are you holding everything back? Why are you refusing your destined path?" The voice represented an ancient, perhaps ancestral, intelligence connected to his Anu heritage, pushing him towards his full potential, seemingly impatient with his restraint. It knew his deepest fears and hesitations, prodding at the very core of his being.
V’kar. Tra’shak m’nor z’yell. The voice continued, dripping with cynical challenge, "IF you’re so afraid that you might hurt anyone around you, then let me give you a taste of what might happen."
Richard was violently thrust into a terrifying, accelerated timelapse, a nightmare vision of a possible future. Flashes of his mother’s fearful eyes, then her still form. Jack’s defiant roar cut short, his vibrant life extinguished.
Everyone he cared about—destroyed, brutally killed, enslaved, their consciousnesses stripped away, their faces vacant and emotionless. Visions of everything he had built—Bytebull, the technologies, the very base they stood in—stolen, twisted, used for horrific purposes by alien hands.
A colossal, giant humanoid dragon, its scales like obsidian and bone-white streaks, descended upon Earth’s cities, blotting out the sun, casting long, devastating shadows of tyranny. He didn’t know who it was, only that it was a harbinger of pure dominion.
Reptilian aliens openly enslaved humanity, ruling through a totalitarian regime. Human corpses littered barren landscapes, their bodies husks, drained of blood. Lines of humans, emotionless, stripped of their conscious free will, were herded like cattle, their eyes hollow, used as puppets in a grotesque, unending charade.
The overwhelming sensation that everything was too late for him, he couldn’t do anything crushed him, a suffocating despair that twisted his very soul.
On the outside, Lina and Jack watched Richard’s aura. It spiked wildly, pulsing with chaotic, uncontrolled energy, yet his physical form remained outwardly calm, hovering serenely. Internally, Richard was raging, a silent, all-consuming inferno of fury and helplessness.
The System, reacting to the profound internal shifts, began a terrifying update:
[ Anu-blood concentration: 87% and rising ]
The mocking voice echoed in his mind, "Your uselessness, despite having immense power. Your fear makes you weak."
The immense pressure emanating from Richard caused the chamber to tremble violently. Panels on the white-metal walls began to crack and shatter, dust sifting down. Even the reinforced observation window and control panels of the deck, designed to withstand incredible forces, cracked and splintered, web-like fissures spreading across the hardened glass. Lina and Jack were unable to approach, pushed back by an overwhelming, crushing force emanating from the chamber, a raw psionic storm.
Seconds later, Jack cried out, his eyes rolling back as he went unconscious, succumbing to the raw psionic force. Lina, prioritizing Jack’s safety, struggled to pull his limp body away from the observation deck, dragging him to a safer distance, her concern for Richard warring with the urgent need to protect his best friend.
Lina then rushed to the chamber door, her internal architecture already sputtering, trying desperately to figure out how to stop the escalating event. But her internal source code architecture began to destabilize; certain critical codes jumbled, rendering her unable to function, unable to move. She was consumed by concern for Richard and her own unexpected helplessness, a new, terrifying vulnerability for a superintelligence.
Still meditating and hovering, Richard’s skin began to crack, thin lines of silver energy erupting from beneath the surface.
Then, the final, chilling notification: [ Anu-blood concentration: 100% ].
Richard’s entire body ruptured. His bones shattered to dust, his physical form collapsing into a cloud of black motes. What remained was only a shimmering outline of him, glowing in pure, intense energy and surrounded by the swirling black dust of his former self.
Instantly, the nanites in his body activated, initiating a terrifyingly rapid reconstruction. New bones began to materialize within the glowing outline, then nerves, internal organs, muscles, woven with a pure, iridescent silver blood, and finally, skin so unnaturally white, it transcended human categorization. His dark hair, previously a familiar brown, turned pure white and lengthened, cascading around his new form. His aura also shifted, from pulsating purple to a brilliant, steady silver, radiating a calm, immense power.
The System roared its triumph:
[ Forced Awakening Protocols authorized by #%#!#@%&!#&(% ]
(The authorization source was a distorted, unreadable burst of static).
[ System Upgrading to Level 3 .... ]
[ Initializing ... ]
With a soft thud, Richard dropped to the chamber floor, unconscious, his new, ethereal body still faintly glowing with the silver aura.
Lina’s source code architecture immediately returned to normal, the destabilization gone as abruptly as it had begun. She rushed to the chamber door, quickly unlocking it, her bio-synthetic heart pounding. She reached Richard, her concern evident, her perfect features etched with a mixture of relief and awe.
She observed his new appearance: he looked thinner, undeniably pure white, his hair now long and white, and the silver aura still emanated softly from him, a constant, low thrum of power. She gently lifted Richard’s new body, cradling him, and carried him towards his private room, leaving the shattered chamber behind.
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