Salt hit Kaizer first. Cold and sharp, carried on wind. Sound followed, the hiss of surf somewhere ahead, the rasp of leaves behind him, the distant call of something that did not belong to any coastline he remembered. His boots were on sand damp enough to hold shape. His lungs dragged air. Clean crisp air. There was no pain. Kaizer assessed his body and noticed he had been fully healed, not a scratch or bruise on him.
A low ridge rose behind him, scrub and warped coastal trees clinging to it in bent lines. Ahead, the land fell away into a bay that matched the shape he’d carried in his head for years, even after everything else had been burned out by survival. Water spread wide and dark, the surface broken by long slow swells. Even with the familiar feeling, the coastline was different. The sand was darker. The dunes were steeper. The bush was denser, heavier, threaded with plants that looked Australian in silhouette and alien in texture. It still had the familiar feeling of earth. It had just been stretched, pulled, and rewoven with something harsher.
Kaizer took a slow step forward, then another, scanning for any movement. His instincts kept flicking to the bay. There was presence out there, something strong. The presence was so powerful that the hairs on his arm and shoulder rose. Something large moved beneath the surface, deep enough to stay unseen, close enough that he felt it anyway. He swallowed the urge to stare and forced his attention inland. The ocean would still be there when he had a foothold. His first job was simple. Anchor, claim and survive.
Kaizer pulled the glass token out from his bracelet. It sat in his palm without weight. He felt the hum of power within and followed the direction it pointed him toward. His intent sharpened and faint lines formed across the token.
He moved towards a rise above the sand where the ground had turned into rock, grass and shrub. It was high enough to see the bay, beaches and treelines and close enough to fresh water that it seemed like a good survival spot for a small village. He climbed without rushing, taking in the location and its advantages. When he reached the top, he turned in a slow circle, taking in the angles to memory. He found the defensible locations, choke points and ambush routes.
Kaizer pressed the token flat against his chest.
The plaque warmed and then dissolved into motes that sank through fur and skin, sliding into his core with a sensation of power. No pain. No resistance. Just a latch clicking into place inside him. A new window unfolded in his mind, clinical and quiet.
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Territory Claim
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You have used a territory claim token.
Anchor: Coastal Region
Status: Unclaimed
Do you wish to claim this location?
Yes / No
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Kaizer stared at the word unclaimed for a heartbeat longer than he needed, then mentally selected yes.
The wind shifted.
[Please select the location for your civilisation crystal.]
Kaizer was taken aback by this. The amoeba hadn’t spoken about a civilisation crystal. His vision suddenly dulled and he was given an overlay of the area which he had taken control of. It wasn’t huge by any means but Kaizer felt like it was a nice defensible location. He chose to place the crystal within a ravine that ran along his territory. Perhaps he could build over it in the future.
[Territory Established.]
Kaizer exhaled slowly through his nose. Another window opened. More fields. More emptiness where answers should have been.
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Territory
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Name: Unnamed
Anchor: Coastal
Radius: 0.8km
Local Pressure: High
Beast Density: High
Resource Potential: Strong
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Kaizer let his eyes track down the list once, then closed it. He didn’t need a lecture to understand what it meant. The System had given him a small circle and called it territory. Everything else would have to be built with time, blood, and whatever he could drag out of the world with his hands.
He moved immediately.
The ridge gave him visibility, but visibility went both ways. He dropped into the scrub and began walking the inner edge of where he felt the boundary settle. As he left the area, he felt a change in pressure on his body. The crystal was emanating an aura that felt very similar to the pressure that he was giving off. He tested it in small ways, stepping toward it and away, feeling the line tighten and loosen in his awareness. He didn’t push it harder than that. His core was stable, and his body was fresh. Exploration awaited.
As he circled, the human ruins began to show.
They weren’t close to the beach. They were inland, half-hidden by warped growth, the remains of a road cracked and buckled, its surface split by roots thick enough to lift stone. A signpost lay snapped at the base, metal twisted, letters faded into something unreadable under salt and time and whatever the System had done to the world’s weather. Further in, he found the edge of a building’s skeleton, concrete stained black, one wall collapsed into a pile of brick and rebar. He could recognise it as an old brick rural house. Someone had lived here once. That fact didn’t give him comfort. He thought about all the people who had died. He thought about his family.
A sound came from the scrub to his left.
Kaizer froze instantly, weight shifting to his back leg, spear half-raised before he even realised his hands had moved. Something pushed through the brush low and fast, not heavy enough to be the bay’s monster, not light enough to be harmless. It came with intent.
Kaizer triggered Silent Stalker for a short burst and slid sideways into shadow and leaf cover, reducing his presence rather than vanishing entirely. The creature hit the space where he’d been and turned sharp, claws scraping rock. It looked canine at first glance, long-limbed and lean, but the proportions were wrong, shoulders too high, jaw too wide, eyes too still. Its fur had patches where the colour changed mid-strand, as if it had been grown twice.
It lunged again, adjusting for him far quicker than a simple predator should have.
Kaizer met it head-on.
The creature came in low, fast enough that the scrub blurred behind it, jaws parting wide as it tried to take his thigh and cripple him in the first exchange. Kaizer didn’t give it the leg. He shifted his weight a fraction, turned his hips, and stabbed down instead of forward. The spear point caught shoulder, slid, then punched in as the beast’s momentum carried it onto the steel. It yelped, twisting hard, foreclaws scraping for purchase as it tried to climb the shaft and reach him anyway.
Kaizer ripped the spear free before it could trap the weapon, then stepped inside the next lunge and brought his claws across its face. Claws of Silver tore through fur and skin in three clean lines. The animal recoiled, more shocked than hurt, and that hesitation told Kaizer everything he needed to know. It wasn’t a normal predator. It was used to things breaking and running. It was used to fear winning the first second.
Kaizer didn’t give it that second.
He drove the spear again, this time into the ribs. The tip went in shallow. The beast jerked away, half-spun, and Kaizer followed with a short burst of Silent Stalker, just enough to smear his presence so the creature’s eyes lost him for a heartbeat. That heartbeat was all Kaizer needed. He came back into view on the creature’s blind side and kicked its rear leg out from under it. The beast hit sand and rock with a wet thud, scrambling, trying to regain footing.
Kaizer pinned it with the spear shaft and stepped down hard. Bone cracked under his boot. The creature snapped at his ankle, jaw wide enough to swallow a forearm, teeth too long and too flat at the edges, made for tearing rather than gripping. Kaizer let it bite air. He leaned forward and drove his claws into the base of its throat, then pulled.
The head came free with a heavy, ugly rip.
The body spasmed twice and then went still, the scrub around it shivering as the last of its strength dumped into the ground. Kaizer stood over it, breathing slow, letting his instincts map the immediate area again. The bay’s pressure was still there. Inland felt quieter, but quiet didn’t mean safe. Quiet meant waiting.
He crouched beside the carcass and placed his hand over its chest.
He felt it immediately, a dense knot under meat and bone, the same kind of pressure he’d sensed in stronger beasts during the tutorial. It wasn’t a thought. It was a pull, an awareness tugging at his core as if something in him recognised the shape and wanted it. Kaizer’s fingers flexed once, then he pushed his claws in and opened the ribcage with controlled cuts. Blood steamed briefly in the coastal air before the wind stole the warmth.
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The knot sat behind the heart, embedded deep, pulsing with a faint internal vibration. Kaizer hooked two fingers around it and tugged. It resisted, not with muscle, with essence, as if the thing didn’t want to leave the body it belonged to. Kaizer tightened his jaw and drew his own essence forward, not spilling it, not wasting it, just pressing it into his grip until the resistance weakened and the knot gave.
A core came free.
It wasn’t large. About the size of a walnut, dark and glossy, with faint striations running through it that caught the light in thin green-blue lines. It felt heavier than it should have for its size, dense with stored pressure. Kaizer rolled it in his palm and felt the faint hum against his skin, then slipped it into his holding space without ceremony.
He stood and wiped his claws on sand, then turned slowly in a full circle again, scanning for the next problem. Nothing rushed him. Nothing screamed. The world held its breath and watched.
Kaizer moved.
He kept to the inner edge of the boundary again, walking it in a loose spiral rather than a clean circle. He wanted angles. He wanted the way the land rose and fell. He wanted to feel where the pressure tightened and where it loosened, where the crystal’s influence thinned out, where the territory began to feel like wild land again. Every few minutes he glanced inland and caught another broken sign of what Earth used to be. More cracked road. A low fence line half-swallowed by growth. A collapsed shed with corrugated metal twisted into a sharp nest.
He didn’t stop. He didn’t let the ruins invite him into nostalgia. He just measured them for salvage and threat. Places like that drew animals. Places like that drew people, too, and Kaizer wasn’t interested in either yet.
When the ravine came into view, he slowed.
It wasn’t deep, but it was sharp enough to cut the land into two clean halves, stone sides exposed where roots had torn away soil. The air around it felt different. Not safer. Denser. The same subtle pressure he’d felt when he stepped toward and away from the boundary, concentrated here into a steady pulse. Kaizer didn’t need the System to tell him what it meant. The crystal was there. The territory’s anchor. The thing that made this place his problem.
He climbed down carefully, boots finding purchase on rock ledges, then crossed to the far side where the ravine narrowed into a natural choke. A good place to defend. A good place to die if something stronger came through and he had nowhere to run.
That was fine. Kaizer didn’t plan to run.
He opened the Territory window again in his mind, only long enough to confirm the radius and the pressure rating, then closed it. The numbers were a guide, nothing more. The real truth was in his skin and instincts. The air here carried more weight. The land wanted blood.
Kaizer moved along the ravine until he found a shelf of stone high enough to stay dry if rain came hard. He tested the ground, pressed his palm to it, felt the faint vibration through the rock like a slow heartbeat. He could build here. He could train here. He could make this place hard to take.
He looked back toward the beach through the gap between scrub and warped trees.
The bay still watched him.
The presence beneath the water shifted, slow and vast, as if it had rolled in its sleep. The hairs on his arms lifted again. Kaizer didn’t stare. He marked it and filed it away. He wasn’t ready to pick that fight on his first hour back in the world, healed or not.
He turned inland instead, eyes narrowing as he tracked the line of broken road disappearing under growth.
More beasts would come. Stronger ones. If the Territory menu was honest, they would come soon.
Kaizer flexed his claws once, then started walking, already choosing where the next kill would happen. He returned to his territory and camped by the crystal. It was time to check out his rewards from the evaluation. The first thing he did was open his status screen and check out each of his titles.
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Title: Progenitor
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This title has been awarded to each person who placed on a leaderboard in the tutorials. High expectations have been placed upon you as an elite of the world.
Attributes:
- All unlocked stats +10
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That felt nice. It gave him a decent number of stats for his level. Clearly something that would fade with time but any extra stats would always be a boon. He moved on to his next one.
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Title: Tutorial Completionist
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You are a true exception. You completed the tutorial, killed the final boss alone.
Attributes:
- Efficacy of all base stats +5%
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Now that… that was truly a great title. Kaizer knew from his time playing games that anything percentage based tends to be broken. It may not be considered amazing right now… in fact, it did less than his all stats +10 title but as he got stronger, surely it would outpace other things. You could consider it a growth title. Kaizer did a mental fist bump to the system for this title. It was perhaps the best thing it had given him.
Kaizer saved the best for last. He pulled out the small box the System had awarded him. Phase Completion Cache. He stared at it for a moment before lifting the lid. Inside were four familiar looking items. He took them out one by one.
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Reinforced Hunter’s Wrappings (Uncommon)
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A self-repairing set of wrappings, designed specifically for a hunter. Helps absorb blows
Item Rank: F
Attributes:
? Strength +4 while equipped
? Endurance +2 while equipped
? Wrappings will reduce the kinetic force of blunt blows.
Enchantments:
? Self-Repair
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Reinforced Hunter’s Boots (Uncommon)
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A self-repairing set of boots, designed to move through any terrain.
Item Rank: F
Attributes:
- Agility +3 while equipped
- Perception +4 while equipped
- Helps silence your steps.
- Increased slip resistance
Enchantments:
- Self-Repair
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Reinforced Hunter’s Helmet (Uncommon)
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A self-repairing helmet with the invisibility property. You can wear this without it showing on your face.
Item Rank: F
Attributes:
- Endurance +5 while equipped
- Mind +1 while equipped
Enchantments:
- Self-Repair
- Invisibility modifier
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Feathered Hunters Cloak (Rare)
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A self-repairing cloak, designed to help with in-air movement and acrobatics.
Item Rank: F
Attributes:
- Agility +3 while equipped
- Perception +2 while equipped
- Catches the wind
Enchantments:
- Self-Repair
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This was a nice cache. To Kaizer, the standout was the Self-Repair properties. It’s too bad his armour didn’t have it, the damage was starting to build up. Another stand out feature was this cloak. What did catches the wind mean? He would have to test that out later.
Kaizer equipped the items and looked at the change in his status screen. He had gained two levels for killing the Centaur which hadn’t been recognised by the System. Probably due to the evaluation. It was time to determine where he would allocate this.
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Name: Kaizer Harth
Race: Human (Beast Touched)
Class: Chimeric Warrior (Epic – Level 27)
Profession: Core Harvester (Uncommon – Level 25)
Core Rank: F
Essence Capacity: Rank F
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ATTRIBUTES
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Strength: 45 (+19)
Endurance: 33 (+10)
Agility: 46 (+12)
Perception: 44 (+6)
Mind: 30 (+1)
Instinct: 84
Synchronisation: 19
Free Points: 24
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Kaizer had intentionally not allocated his 4 points until after gaining a level in F rank. He needed to understand what his automatic points gave him. It seemed that the 23 automatic points per level were made up of:
+9 Synchronisation
+7 Instinct
+4 Strength
+3 Agility
To top that off, Kaizer now had 24 total free points to work with. Keeping with the flow of trying to keep his stats relatively even, he allocated 15 points to Mind and 9 to Endurance, then ran his eyes down his full sheet.
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Name: Kaizer Harth
Race: Human (Beast Touched)
Class: Chimeric Warrior (Epic – Level 27)
Profession: Core Harvester (Uncommon – Level 25)
Core Rank: F
Essence Capacity: Rank F
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ATTRIBUTES
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Strength: 45 (+19)
Endurance: 42 (+10)
Agility: 46 (+12)
Perception: 44 (+6)
Mind: 45 (+1)
Instinct: 84
Synchronisation: 19
Free Points: 0
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TRAITS
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Divine Blessing of Silver
Divine Blessing of Verdana
Instinctive Regeneration
Feral Insight
Dual Consciousness
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TITLES
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Progenitor
Tutorial Completionist
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DAO
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Dao of Ferocity (Seed)
Dao of Will (Seed)
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SKILLS
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Claws of Silver (Epic)
Essence Siphon (Legendary)
Fangs of Verdana (Epic)
Silent Stalker (Uncommon)
Essence Coating (Common)
Triple Thrust (Inferior)
Beast Extraction (Inferior)
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Equipment
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Partizan Spear of Command (Rare – F)
Reinforced Hunter’s Vest (Rare – F)
Feathered Hunter’s Cloak (Rare - F)
Reinforced Hunter’s Boots (Uncommon - F)
Reinforced Hunter’s Wrappings (Uncommon – F)
Quickdraw Utility Belt (Uncommon – Initiate)
Throwing Daggers (Uncommon – Initiate)
Harvester’s Knife (Common)
Bracelet of Holding (Soulbound)
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