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NEXUS Hunter: Genesis Protocol

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“Do you want to live? Then obey. No questions. No failures. No rest.” In a post-war world ruled by military megacorporations, teenagers are selected for the NanoCore Program, a system that implants deadly combat abilities into their DNA… or kills them in the process. Kael, a 17-year-old paraplegic forgotten by society, accidentally survives the trial and merges with a forbidden symbiotic entity known as Arkanis. Now he can summon living weapons, absorb energy from enemies, and evolve with every kill. But every victory brings him closer to losing his humanity. Can a broken boy become the deadliest weapon on Earth? Action-packed · Bio-symbiotic system · Mental survival · Power at the cost of identity
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

Status: Erased.

No one cared when I was born. No one expected me to live past five.

Kael Idran, born in the Rot Sector of District 9. Medical code ZK-0.1 — congenital neural degradation, full lower-body paralysis, unfit for adoption. Cost of survival: higher than a drone's repair bill.

I never walked.

Never felt wind against my face unless it was leaking from a cracked pipe. Never tasted clean water, never touched grass. I watched birds fly through rusted skies from a hospital bed bolted to the floor. My reality? Flickering monitors, nurses with dead eyes, and the buzzing silence of machines failing to keep up.

They told me I'd never matter.

I believed them.

But I didn't die.

I read. I listened. I adapted. I scavenged knowledge like others scavenged parts. If I couldn't move, I'd build a mind that never stopped running. Books became my escape—manuals, tech journals, banned histories. Data terminals were my only windows. I studied every system the Corps ever designed. Security protocols. Neural interfaces. Genome overlays.

My brain was my rebellion.

My body? A cage. A grave without a stone.

When my sister died—my only visitor, my only family—I stopped waiting. I filed for entry into the NEXUS Integration Program. No one thought it would go through.

But it did.

Not because I was worthy.

Because I was disposable.

They needed bodies for the Omega-class fusion trials. The kind that didn't ask questions. The kind no one would miss.

The ride to the facility was silent. The guards never looked me in the eye. I heard one whisper, "Waste of serum."

They weren't wrong.

But they weren't ready.

Because something in the core of that fusion chamber saw me—and chose me.

Something ancient. Something alive.

It didn't care that I was broken.

It needed me broken.

Because only shattered minds can accept impossible things.

I still remember that voice. Not the machine, not the diagnostics. The other one. The whisper inside the scream:

"You will never be prey again."

Now I stand. Now I run. Now I hunt.

Let the world erase my name again.

I'll burn it into the sky.