The sound of the machine resembled the heartbeat of a colossal entity that upheld the existence of the entire city. Its waves echoed between the towering crystal spires, reflecting beautiful golden-blue light that flowed from the artificially created sky of Nexus Spiral City. From the highest balcony of the Sanctuary of Bonds, Fitran Fate stood with a sharp gaze, observing the cityscape that looked like a grand marriage between a civilization of machines and ancient, awe-inspiring magic.
In the distance, six massive gates rotated slowly, emitting a shimmering glyph light. "Each of these symbols holds a profound story," Fitran murmured, relishing the flashes dancing in the air. "As if they are the pulse of thoughts from an unseen entity," he continued in a reflective tone, as if trying to grasp the meaning behind every light that appeared.
Fitran raised his hand, and at that moment, a holographic light appeared before him. A status panel formed in the air, glowing with clarity and informativeness. "Let's explore what I have," he said in a concise yet excited tone, his curiosity ignited between anxiety and hope.
📜 Status Panel — Player
Name: Fitran Fate
Class: Voidwright Progenitor
Level: 99 (Legacy Level — Spiralborn System: Skill Tree Locked)
Stats:
Charm (CHR): 92/100
Affinity (AFF): — (Locked)
Stamina (STA): 80/100
Wisdom (WIS): 88/100
Void Mastery: 95/100
Reputation: 0 (Neutral)
"Full level... but understanding of the Spiralborn skill tree is still undisclosed. Very intriguing," he thought, his voice pausing briefly in deep reflection.
"Did you hear that? There are footsteps approaching from behind," Fitran remarked, glancing back with sharp, watchful eyes. "Soft, yet precise."
Suddenly, a woman with silver hair appeared before them. Her eyes resembled blue prisms, reflecting thousands of shimmering light spectrums. Her skin gleamed like the surface of a holographic glass. "Welcome to Nexus Spiral City, Fitran Fate," she said, her voice seemed to float in the air, resembling an echo refined by advanced machinery.
Fitran did not move from his position. "This city… is it heaven or a prison?" he asked skeptically, his eyes carefully assessing every corner.
Lyria stood beside him, her gaze fixed on the bustling streets filled with crowds. "It all depends on your perspective. Here, you're no longer just an observer. Nexus—" she gestured broadly toward the throng, "—has assigned you a role. You are the Progenitor Spiralborn."
Taking a deep breath, he watched as beings from various races interacted with one another. "Some among them are engaged in transactions, while others have no hesitation in dueling. And the rest… simply stand there, staring at the spiral sky that invites awe."
Fitran turned, looking sharply at Lyria. "That sounds like a position filled with consequences. What exactly is the task… in simpler terms?"
"Connections. Bonds. Blood."
Lyria raised her hand, pointing to a second hologram that appeared in the air. "Look at this," she said while observing the glowing circles that started to rotate, interconnected by fine lines like veins in a body, forming a softly pulsing web. "You must forge a Spiral Bond with a woman from the world connected to the Spiral Gate."
Fitran scrutinized the display, raising one eyebrow, appearing both confused and curious. "So, you mean from that bond, Spiralborn will emerge?"
"Exactly right. They are the only ones who can stabilize the Nexus core that is currently fractured. If not, we risk losing everything," Lyria explained, her voice filled with tension that shimmered in the complexity of the situation.
"Hero, diplomat… or perhaps a farmer?" Fitran commented, a sarcastic tone in his voice underscoring his skepticism. "Because it feels more like a political game, doesn't it?"
Lyria smiled gently, as if she understood Fitran's doubts. "In truth, all of it is important. In this battle, you will need every skill you possess. The Nexus is the source of everything; it provides facilities, status, even a system that continuously monitors our every step."
"But the feelings you build… they can't be faked," she added, her voice softening, adding intimacy to the conversation. "You must feel them genuinely."
The hologram shifted smoothly, displaying a list of quests that shimmered and captured attention.
📜 Quest Log
Main Quest: First Contact
Objective: Interact with the first potential partner.
Reward: +10 Charisma, +5 Reputation, Unlock Gift System.
Failure: — (No penalty on first attempt)
Fitran stared at the panel with a puzzled expression. "Why is my Partner List empty, huh?" he asked, his voice echoing with curiosity in the quiet room. The contours of his face showed concern, as if he were searching for answers from the seemingly vacant screen.
"It's only temporary," Lyria replied, gracefully waving her hands in the air as if she were carving something invisible. The panels around them transformed, displaying a dark screen containing an enticing sentence. "There are many worlds waiting for you. This is just the beginning."
📜 Partner List
No active partners.
Hint: Meet the main character from the worlds connected to the Spiral Gate.
Fitran leaned against the balcony railing, trying to absorb the atmosphere surrounding him. "What if I start with just one partner?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.
"So, the whole world will be watching our every move?" he continued, his expression turning serious. "Spiral Bond radiates emotional resonance throughout the Nexus network. Some must be waiting with hopeful anticipation, while others… may fight tooth and nail just to grab your attention," Fitran said, gazing toward a future filled with opportunities and challenges.
Fitran chuckled softly, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "So, in the end, it all revolves around high-level politics. It's just that the battlefield is located between the bedroom and the dining table, isn't it?"
Lyria looked at him, her eyebrows furrowing in surprise. "Don't underestimate the power of jealousy. In this system, emotions can become weapons—or even deadly poisons."
Confidently, Fitran shrugged off his Voidwright coat. "Then show me that Spiral Gate. I'm ready to face whatever lies ahead."
"Let's go," Lyria said, gesturing to lead the way. They traversed the winding corridor that surrounded the balcony. The metallic floor shimmered beneath their steps, accompanied by the hissing steam from the pipes mounted on the walls. "This is Void Plaza, " she continued, her tone filled with pride. "This open space is surrounded by glistening black towers, a gathering place for beings from various worlds."
Fitran observed his surroundings with awe. "There are elves carrying plasma weapons, orcs in crystal armor, even half-transparent silhouettes. Quite fascinating…"
Lyria stopped in front of the first gate, her voice radiating an aura of mystery. "Here, six Spiral Gates await to be chosen. Each gate takes you to a unique world. The order of your choice is up to you, but remember, each world has its own challenges."
Fitran glanced at her with an expression full of curiosity. "So, which world will be my first?"
Lyria, with a calming demeanor, tapped an invisible panel in the air. "Take a look at this," she said while pointing. A red eye symbol began to spin, emanating a beam of blood-red light. "This is the Chainsaw World. There, you will meet Makima."
Fitran raised his chin, a thin smile playing on his lips, yet it conveyed a deep interest. "The queen of control. This is getting more interesting."
[System Notification]
New Quest: Choose Your First World
Objective: Enter one of the Spiral Gates and meet your first potential partner.
Reward: +1 Partner Slot, +Access to Gift Crafting.
Lyria looked at him seriously, her tone laced with caution. "Remember, Makima doesn't just listen to what you say. She will assess you… as if weighing the price of your soul."
Fitran fixed his sharp gaze on the swirling red at the center of the gate. "Sounds like a challenge. Negotiation like that is my specialty."
Lyria stepped back, her eyes shining with mystery. "Well then, welcome to the game without end."
Fitran moved forward, feeling a subtle vibration traveling across the surface of the metal floor. "There's something intriguing here," he murmured with a curious tone, as spiral light enveloped his body, creating a magical effect that was hard to ignore. Mechanical sounds and faint whispers penetrated his ears—words that felt as if they were lifted from layers of his memories, even though they weren't entirely clear. "Like pieces of a lost dream," he whispered, amazed by the oddity happening around him.
As the light seemed ready to swallow him, Lyria issued a firm yet gentle warning. "Fitran—be careful with what you offer. In Chainsaw World, every promise comes with a price… paid in blood." She looked at Fitran with piercing eyes that reflected bitter experiences of the past.
Fitran smiled faintly, a cynical shadow passing over his face. "So, are you saying keeping that promise doesn't cost anything?" With a sharp gaze directed at Lyria, he revealed his keen strategic side. "I prefer to pay a price that is worth it." His voice resonated with confidence, as if he was already prepared for whatever was to come.
"Here, the price is not just about what you can offer. It's about what you're hiding," Lyria replied, her mysterious voice binding the atmosphere deeper. Her gaze was fixed, tracing the red light that darkened the room, enveloping them in a thick sense of tension. The Spiral Gate pulsed once, as if encompassing everything in its strong presence. Suddenly, a burst of light blasted a bright flash into the air, signaling the adventure to come. Fitran's silhouette vanished, sucked into the swirling light, leaving a lingering sense of curiosity and tension in the air, like a sign that the worst—or the best—was yet to come.
📜 Transition Log
Entering Dimension: [Chainsaw World]
Synchronizing Player Status…
Charm Resonance: Active
Combat Protocol: Limited Sync (70%)
Affinity System: Locked until Spiral Bond established.
Risk Level: S-Class
[Chainsaw World — Pre-Arrival Teaser]
"The air here feels heavier... it can be suffocating for some," Fitran whispered, inhaling the mystical scent of metal mixed with the unrelenting rain. He gazed at the streets decorated with pools of dried blood, a sense of regret weighing down his efforts within him. "Is all of this a consequence of my presence?" he asked softly, as if hoping that not a single voice would know.
From the rooftop of a towering building, a pair of glowing red eyes observed the spiral gate slowly revealing the echoes of the sky in the city. "Finally, he's here…" Makima whispered, her voice laced with enigma. A faint smile on her lips suggested that something much greater was drawing near, and this arrival ignited her complex curiosity, as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.