Prologue: The Fall of Terun Galaxy
In the heart of the universe, the Terun Galaxy shimmered like a crown of a god. Advanced civilizations thrived on its radiant planets, the pinnacle of them being the Metacorps—intelligent bio-digital lifeforms that were born of cosmic data, engineered to be sentient tools of knowledge, protection, and power. Each Metacorp housed within it a universe of information and potential, capable of influencing reality itself through deep fusion with a host.
But peace was never eternal. The Metacorp War ignited when a rogue faction sought to weaponize the entire galaxy's database of consciousness. They unleashed a virus—an interstellar codebreaker that destabilized the memory cores of the Metacorps. As warships clashed, cities of light burned, and planetary shields failed, a catastrophic rift tore open the fabric of space-time at the galaxy's center.
The collapse scattered the Metacorps across dimensions. In an emergency safety protocol, many compressed themselves into micro-form—what would appear as memory cards to less advanced species. Through wormholes, they descended into countless planets, waiting to be awakened.
And on one tiny blue world called Earth, one of the strongest Metacorps—Narvek—landed silently, awaiting the day someone would merge with it…
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Chapter 1: The Boy Who Swallowed a Galaxy
Sixteen-year-old David Clinton Olasubomi, known by his nickname "Legend D.Clinton," sprinted across the training ground of the Bradford Youth Football Academy. His foot connected with the ball like a magician casting a spell, curving it into the top corner of the goal.
"GOAAAL!" shouted his coach. "That's what I'm talking about, Legend!"
David grinned, sweat pouring down his dark skin. He wasn't just fast—he was smart, agile, and had an instinctive feel for the game. But beneath all the dribbling and tactics, David craved something more than football fame. He wanted adventure, something cosmic, something… legendary.
That something was quietly waiting in his father's private lab.
Dr. Idowu David was not just any scientist. He had contracts with defense units, space research agencies, and even private tech corporations. His latest obsession came from a strange artifact he recovered during a global science summit—an odd, silvery chip, no larger than a fingernail, with glowing symbols pulsing deep inside it.
David came home for the holidays, expecting snacks and football on TV. What he found instead was his father hunched over microscopes and digital decoders, muttering to himself.
"What's that, Dad?" David asked, pointing to the shimmering microchip on the lab table.
Idowu looked up quickly, too quickly. "Nothing you need to worry about," he said. "And you are absolutely forbidden to touch that. I'm serious, Clinton."
Clinton. His father always used that name when things were serious.
That night, curiosity scratched at his brain like a virus. Legend D.Clinton wasn't used to being told no. Especially not when something looked that mysterious.
He crept into the lab past midnight. The chip lay there, innocent and alive with light. A soft hum came from it, like a whisper echoing in space.
As he picked it up, the lights flickered. He stared into the glowing patterns.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed in the hall—his dad was coming back!
Panicking, Clinton did the first thing that came to mind. He popped the chip into his mouth and swallowed.
Just as the door opened, he stood upright, hands in his pockets, chewing nothing.
"Clinton! What are you doing here?"
"Just looking for snacks," he said, shrugging.
His father narrowed his eyes but said nothing.
The chip slid into his stomach, and then—it began.
That night, Clinton couldn't sleep. Whispers filled his mind like tendrils of thought not his own.
> "Host identified. Neural link initiating."
He shot up from his bed.
> "You have been chosen, Clinton. You are now the vessel of Narvek."
"What the… who's talking?!"
> "I am Narvek. And you… are my new pilot."
His heart raced. Images flooded his brain—worlds burning, digital armies, quantum weaponry, the collapse of galaxies. He saw through Narvek's memory.
> "You swallowed more than a chip, Legend. You swallowed an ancient war."
The voice wasn't threatening. It was powerful, calm, but overwhelming. Clinton gripped his head as information surged into him like torrents of raw electricity.
> "Your physiology is adapting. You will experience enhanced cognition, strength, and metabolic rate. Welcome to Tier Zero."
"Tier what now?!"
> "Your body will evolve. The path begins now. Survive, and you ascend. Fail, and you die."
Before he could process more, his window shattered with a flash of light. Outside, black-suited agents moved like shadows.
His father burst into the room. "Clinton! They've found us—run!"
"Who are they?!" Clinton screamed.
"People who've been looking for Narvek since before you were born!"
They sprinted down the back hall as explosions rocked the house. Clinton felt something swell inside him. He raised his hand, and instinctively, data flowed around his arm. His palm lit up with violet light.
> "First function unlocked: Kinetic Shift."
With a flick, he sent a shockwave down the corridor, blasting a hole in the wall.
They escaped into the woods, his father muttering something about hidden bunkers and dimensional frequency. Clinton was no longer just a football prodigy—he was a carrier of alien intelligence.
And as he looked up at the stars that night, Narvek whispered again.
> "This world is only the beginning."
Far away, in a top-secret lab, a group of rogue scientists stared into a portal lined with ancient glyphs. The rift was growing.
"We've located another signal," one of them said. "Strong. Too strong."
"Open the gate," the leader said. "It's time to unleash the dimensional rift."
And soon, Clinton's journey would no longer be about football… but survival in a world where power was law, and weakness meant death.
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To Be Continued in Chapter 2: Rise of the Martial Rift