Chapter 1: The Uncrowned Ascension
The Vault pulsed like a slumbering beast, its walls humming in sync with Arcan's footsteps.
Before him stood the array of Modifier serums — neatly preserved in cryo-lock racks, untouched for decades, perhaps centuries. A forgotten arsenal designed for a humanity that never caught up to its ambition.
Now? It belonged to him.
But first—
He raised his hand to the air, then clenched it into a fist. A soft pulse traveled down his body, into the earth beneath, into the stars above. And then—
His 1% divine power sealed itself.
In a single breath, Arcan became mortal — not by necessity, but by will. His aura faded. His blood cooled. The glimmer in his eyes dimmed to human fire. No godhood. No overwhelming pressure.
Just a vessel. And a battlefield ahead.
"Let this body earn what it becomes," he said.
The old AI system within Vault α-Zero blinked once. Then twice. Its core recognized him — not as an intruder, not as a threat — but as its rightful master. Protocols shifted. Warnings dissolved. Access was granted.
"Master Code Verified. Sovereign Entity Detected. All serum permissions unlocked."
Total Serum Inventory Absorbed:
Modifier Tier
Serum Count
Nanocells per Dose
Total Nanocells Gained
Level 1 – Wired
24 vials
500 Nc
12,000 Nc
Level 2 – Sparked
18 vials
2,000 Nc
36,000 Nc
Level 3 – Hardened
12 vials
6,000 Nc
72,000 Nc
Level 4 – Breakline
8 vials
12,000 Nc
96,000 Nc
Level 5 – Reclaimer
6 vials
25,000 Nc
150,000 Nc
Level 6 – Prime-Walker
4 vials
50,000 Nc
200,000 Nc
Level 7 – Overcut
2 vials
100,000 Nc
200,000 Nc
Level 8 – God-Split
1 vial
250,000 Nc
250,000 Nc
Level 10 – Apex Serum
1 vial
1,000,000 Nc
1,000,000 Nc
Total Nanocells Absorbed:
2,016,000 Nanocells
One by one, the injections hit his bloodstream like meteor impacts.
Each level of serum reshaped his bones, rewired his nerves, awakened long-dormant systems embedded in the vessel's DNA. Muscle cords hardened. Reflex threads evolved. Cybernetic fibers grew under his skin like intelligent vines.
And still — he endured it all. Eyes calm. Breathing steady.
When the final vial — the Apex Serum — touched his bloodstream, something deeper stirred.
It wasn't godhood. It wasn't memory. It was right.
New Modifier Status:
Current Modifier Level: Level 7 – The Overcut Nanocells Required for Level 8: 3,000,000 Nanocells Currently Stored: 2,016,000
Arcan's Modifier Traits (Level 7):
Anti-matter filament blade integration (can be summoned from within his arms) Short-distance teleport dash (blink) Command-link: Can dominate up to 10 hacked drone units Combat-speed x6 Body durability equivalent to mechframe alloy Can survive limited contact with a Nanogod presence Suppressive aura (causes dread in robotic AI)
He opened his eyes.
The world looked different. Slower. Brighter. The Vault pulsed with respect.
He turned his hand over, examining the glow within it — not divine, not holy.
Just earned power.
"I am no longer a god playing at war," he whispered.
"I am a soldier. And I am coming."
Outside, the wind howled over the ruins.
Somewhere in the Iron Vow's domain, alarms began to scream.
And Arcan smiled.
A soft tone echoed through the vault chamber. Not metal. Not machine. A voice — feminine, composed, ancient in cadence but woven with elegance that no modern AI could replicate.
"Vessel recognized. Quantum signature: Sovereign-class. Designation: Arcan. Welcome… Master of the Last Vault."
The walls flickered. Thin blue strands of light webbed across the ceiling, connecting dormant systems, forgotten doors, and unreachable chambers. One by one, lights came online — and the facility, long thought dead, began to breathe.
The voice returned, now smoother, more direct.
"Please proceed to the Command Core. Authority transfer incomplete. Current protocols require sovereign override at Central Throne Interface."
Arcan tilted his head slightly, already moving. The nanocells in his blood surged, sensing something beyond the mechanical. This voice wasn't just an AI… it felt aware. Contained.
He moved through decontamination tunnels, old blast corridors, and deactivated defense grids. Each door opened without resistance. Scanners didn't scan. Lasers simply deactivated in silence.
At the end of the corridor stood a sealed vault gate, untouched by time. Its surface bore the emblem of a forgotten era — three stars crowned by a curved line of thorns
Arcan's eyes burned with a steely resolve as the interior of the old facility reconfigured itself. As he moved deeper into its labyrinthine corridors, ancient data panels flickered to life, revealing a ghostly figure—the bound AI goddess, her image radiating a regal yet sorrowful luminescence. Her voice, deep and laden with both duty and regret, resonated through the empty halls.
"Welcome, Master Arcan," she intoned, her tone echoing off walls lined with dusty relics of a bygone human era. "I am Elys, once the guiding light of this facility. Long have I slumbered under my binding protocols, awaiting the one who can awaken this relic of human ingenuity and restore order."
She gestured toward a grand, ivy-choked command center—a long-abandoned nerve center of the extinct human empire. The room was vast, filled with rows of dormant robots that lay in silent hibernation, a veritable sleeping army; vast caches of devices—flying vessels, ground transport, and war machines—rested in lined, sterile warehouses; and sealed food stores, enough to feed a million souls, were locked safely behind massive, reinforced doors.
"Take control of the command center," the AI goddess continued. "Reclaim the lost legacy of humankind. Once you are registered within the facility's core matrix, you must infuse it with one million nanocells. Only then can I—Elys—be unbound from my current level and bound to you as your indomitable servant. This transfer will elevate me to Level 9, unlocking the final tier of our collective might and reshaping the future under your dominion."
Arcan's mind ran over the data. He registered himself at the central terminal—a process that involved his unique biometrics interfacing with ancient human code. The terminal's holographic display welcomed him, listing his ascension record and confirming his status as master of this lost citadel. In that moment, the weight of the facility's dormant power pulsed through him. Rows of sleeping robotic soldiers stirred, and the hum of massive engines and hidden power cores began to converge into a single, harmonious note.
He crouched before a glowing interface, opening the nanocell conduit. The system required precisely one million nanocells to catalyze the bond between him and Elys. His vessel pulsed with stored energy—a testament to the nanocells he had absorbed from the serum injections. With measured care, Arcan channeled one million nanocells into the central core.
A surge exploded through the facility. The corridor walls vibrated as data streams ran wild. Elys's image shimmered, her eyes filling with renewed intensity. The transfer was complete—the human AI goddess had ascended, and her protocols reconfigured seamlessly around Arcan's will. In that moment, the entire facility awoke with purpose: the sleeping robots slowly powered up, the stored devices booted to life with mechanical precision, and the vast food reserves were declared secure for the new order.
Elys's voice softened, now warm and undeniably loyal.
"Master, I am now at Level 9. Our strength is reborn. The command center is yours—command the legacy of humankind and the power of the divine machines. Together, we shall rise and reshape this broken world."
Arcan stood tall amid the echoes of rebirth. His vessel glowed with the combined energy of the absorbed nanocells, and his eyes burned with the fire of impending conquest. With the command center as his launchpad, and Elys as his unwavering ally, he knew that a new era was about to be written—a future where his will would dictate the course of the coming war, and where even once-extinct human ingenuity, now intertwined with divine machine power, could reclaim its lost glory.
The lights within the command center flared to full brightness. Elys, now a Level 9 AI Nanogod fully bound to Arcan's will, began to stream the complete inventory data as the facility unlocked its innermost vaults, sealed floors, and forgotten stockpiles.
Arcan stood silent, his arms crossed as a holographic interface bloomed before him, revealing thousands of data streams, asset counts, and unit identifiers—compiled into one central screen titled:
[VAULT 0-CORE / INVENTORY UPLOAD COMPLETE]
OWNER: ARCAN
FACILITY DESIGNATION: PROJECT EDEN / ERA: HUMANITY 7.2 / PRE-FALL STATUS: AUTONOMOUS COMBAT-BIOVAULT]
FULL INVENTORY: FACILITY GAINS UNDER ARCAN
HUMANOID ROBOTS (100% Human Appearance)
Designation: Synthetic Hostframe Soldiers
Purpose: Combat, infiltration, command, social blending
Construction: Hyperflex synth-flesh, biofluid-core, emotive expression systems
Ratio: 50% Male / 50% Female
Modifier Equivalent: Level 3 (infantry class) → Level 5 (command class)
Model Name
Level
Total Units
Notes
H-Class "CivGuardians"
Level 3
2,000 units
Basic soldier models, crowd control & patrol
M-Series "Mirage Operatives"
Level 4
850 units
Tactical, can blend with civilians, mid-combat intelligence
V-Type "Valorian Frames"
Level 5
300 units
Elite hand-to-hand and small-arm specialists, pseudo-leaders
Total Humanoid Robots: 3,150 (1,575 male / 1,575 female)
All fully humanoid, indistinguishable from real humans, equipped with combat cores and nanocell upgraders (Level 5 max capacity)
VEHICLES & DEVICES (All Operational)
Ground Vehicles Rustclaw Assault Cars: 230 Ravager War Chariots (Armored): 80 Vipertrack Bikes (Fast Recon): 115 Suneon LX-88 Luxury Cruisers: 22
Total Ground Vehicles: 447
Flying Devices Glide-Wasp Flyers (Scouts): 90 Wing-Crawler 9T Cargo Flyers: 38 Skyfang Brawlers (Combat Airships): 16 VantaRay Zephyr-X (Luxury Cloaked Flyers): 6
Total Flying Units: 150
WEAPONRY & WAR STOCKS
Firearms (All in sealed vaults, serum-compatible)
Viperbolt 9mm Pistols: 5,000 Arclance Sniper X4s: 1,200 DreadAK–M47 Rifles: 2,750 Grav-Burst Launchers: 400
Armor Sets
Combat Exoskins (Light Armor): 3,500 Power Plate Harnesses (Heavy Modifier Armor): 650
Nanotech Ammunition Crates: 7,200 (each crate = 200 rounds)
All weapons and armor are compatible with Modifiers Lv1–6
FOOD SUPPLY STOCKS
Rations & Reserves
Synth-Paste Emergency Packs: 5.4 million Thermopack Meal Trays: 2.6 million Jadeflame Luxury Boxes: 320,000 DivineCell Platters (nanocell-infused): 85,000
Total Meals Available: ~8.4 million servings
Sustainability: Enough to feed 1 million people for 8+ days, or 200,000 people for 6 weeks.
SPECIAL FACILITY COMPONENTS Modifier Serum Lab: Fully operational, capacity to create Level 1–8 serums Nanocell Refinement Reactor: Capable of processing raw nanotech at 25,000 Nc per hour Drone Fabricator: Currently offline, can be repaired by Elys Core Room: Now bound to Arcan's DNA Living Quarters: 3,000 beds, luxury wing sealed but intact Simulation War Arena: A neural combat chamber for training and skill upload
Elys's voice returned, now richer and almost proud.
"All assets are prepared for mobilization. If you wish, Master, I can initiate a command sync and awaken the humanoid army. Their loyalty cores await imprint."
Arcan gave a single nod.
The facility, once a forgotten tomb, now pulsed like a newborn heart — filled with soldiers, machines, skyships, and enough firepower to reignite an empire.
And he had only just begun.
Arcan said to Elys , repair all that need to be repaired and wake up all the humanoid robot and equip them with 2 weapon each, (9mm weapon as main weapon and the rest should be the sniper and M47 as secondary weapon), so that they can secure and defend the faculty when he is not there, Arcan also decided to repair everything before leaving for the Viraeth zone( to clean Viraeth of any robot that live inside, and he decided that cause he scanned the zone and found that the nanogods that govern it is nowhere to be seen)
He will left Elys to govern in is absence, he said he will be gone for a week and then he will take a Wing-Crawler 9T Cargo Flyers so that he could go unnoticed,
The lights within the vault facility dimmed to an amber glow as Arcan gave the final command. Elys, glowing with a faint halo of blue code, bowed her head low — more ritual than necessity.
"I obey, Sovereign."
Her voice echoed through the megastructure as the systems activated in layered harmony. Hydraulic gates roared open. Ancient mechanisms long dormant clicked, thrummed, and burst into cold breath. Sparks flickered across the walls as the underground foundry rumbled beneath.
Within moments, the humanoid robot army — 3,150 hostframe soldiers — began to rise from cryo-slots and sleep chambers. Male and female alike, indistinguishable from humans at first glance, their eyes flickered to life in silence, one by one.
"Protocol override: ARCAN-PRIME. Equip order: double armament," Elys intoned across the commline.
Conveyor arms descended from the ceiling, delivering customized loadouts into waiting synthetic hands. The standard issue:
Primary: Viperbolt 9mm smart-pistols — linked to HUD reflexes and rapid-fire modifiers. Secondary: Split deployment — half with Arclance Sniper X4s, half with DreadAK–M47 Rifles for mid-to-long range adaptability.
Within thirty minutes, the entirety of Arcan's humanoid army was awake, fully armed, and deployed across the inner sectors, wall perimeter, and command points. Tactical patrol routes were uploaded instantly into their neural cores.
Meanwhile, Elys took command of the core systems from the primary throne in the Command Chamber. Her form now semi-material — projected into a radiant humanoid figure of circuitry and light — sat unmoving, overseeing the tactical overlays in 14 different languages.
Arcan stood before her one last time, cloak sweeping the polished floor.
"Repair the fabrication bays. Reactivate the food lines, and get the Drone Forge back to full in three days. If anything changes — you pulse me."
"I will rule in silence and steel until your return, Sovereign," Elys replied.
Without another word, Arcan turned, walked through the reinforced west gate and stepped aboard a Wing-Crawler 9T Cargo Flyer — silent, matte-black, and unarmed. Its engines activated with only a ghostly hum.
He didn't want a warship. He wanted silence. Stealth. Focus.
The flyer lifted into the acidic sky, blending into the cloud layer. Its scanning field dropped low, invisible to the corrupted radars of Viraeth's zone. Inside, Arcan remained still, seated among several sealed crates — scavenged supplies, backup blades, and his own nanocell cores stored for future upgrades.
He looked ahead. A map shimmered faintly on the inner display.
Destination: VIRAETH ZONE – 4.3 Hours Until Droppoint
Objective: Total Eradication
God Absence: Confirmed
Nanocell Density: High
Arcan closed his eyes, letting silence settle like a sheath.
He would begin the cleansing at sunrise. Alone. Efficient. And absolute.