(An Unauthorized Historical Record, Origin Unknown)
The year was 2025 when humanity's final illusion of safety shattered.
The world had been ordinary—traffic jams, weekend markets, elections, school days—until the virus emerged. It spread faster than any disease in recorded history, carving its way through continents in weeks. It did not cloud the lungs or rot the flesh. It went straight for the nervous system, igniting it like a live wire. Victims screamed until their voices tore, their muscles locking in agony before the body simply shut down. It was given the name NSPV-25 (Neuro-Systemic Pathogenic Virus-25), but for the people it was known as the Screaming Plague.
There was no immunity, no treatment, and no time.
Billions died.
Cities emptied.
Governments collapsed under the weight of their own helplessness.
For twenty years, humanity became a ghost wandering the ruins of itself.
And then came the cure (NeuroVax-30).
VitaCore Industries, a single corporation—its rise as mysterious as its research—announced salvation. They promised not only hope but survival. And in a broken world, hope was a currency stronger than gold, stronger than armies, stronger than nations.
The markets bent to them.
Then the governments.
Then the world.
From a corporation rose an empire that was called The Global Order also known as the System.
The cure became the center of humanity's new order—until people realized what it truly cost.
The rich and powerful bought their salvation.
Everyone else had to work for it.
The System, as it came to be called, demanded everything. People were forced to give up all of their personal possessions, and everything had to belong to the System. Workers toiled endlessly in factories, mines, and resource plants. For their labor, they received monthly doses—just enough to keep the virus from awakening inside their fragile bodies. Miss a shift, and your next dose was denied. Denial meant suffering. Suffering meant death.
The world learned quickly:
Work or die.
Obey or disappear.
What else could they do?
The System controlled the global economy, the military, the flow of food, water, medicine—every artery of human survival. It expanded without resistance, fueled by the simple truth that no one fought the hand that fed them life. The longer this continued, the more powerful the System became. It was built on the need for survival and there was no other way to survive.
But sixty years after the cure's creation, the impossible happened:
Those dosed month after month developed an immunity and the children born to them carried it too.
Suddenly there was no need for a cure.
The virus no longer threatened humanity.
But the System no longer needed the virus.
It became too strong to be overcome by the common people.
Fear replaced survival.
Instead of offering a cure for working, they offered death and punishment for not working.
Not enough hours worked caused torture.
Disagreement caused death.
Betrayal caused public execution.
Cure dispensaries became labor camps.
Punishment centers replaced hospitals.
Torture replaced overtime.
Execution replaced dissent.
All of this manifested in the new capital city of the Global Order built on the ruins of Washington D.C. by the name of Nova Imperia.
It was a city beyond anything the world has ever seen.
Built by the blood of those, who desperately wanted to save themselves.
The workers and their families lived like in Hell but those above them rejoiced as if they were in Heaven.
The System evolved, not into a protector, but into a predator that fed on obedience.
Now there was no need, only fear remained.
But there were those who weren't afraid.
Hidden in the dark groups were formed—small at first, then many: rebels, informants, shadows in the alleys of the System's perfect machine.
They were now the virus that was meant to destroy the System as the true virus once destroyed the old world.
And among them, unnoticed at first, was a lonely boy.
A boy who had lost too much to fear.
A boy who would learn to move unseen, fight unbroken, and rise unmatched.
A boy who would grow, not into a man…
…but into a beast.
A beast made not by the virus nor by fate,
but by the world the System tried to shape.