Chapter 1: The Inheritance
The year was 2048. London's skyline had changed—neon veins pulsed through towering steel, drones buzzed like insects above the streets, and rain carried the scent of ionized metal. Beneath it all, in a quiet flat overlooking the Thames, Anderson Gray turned twenty-one.
He didn't know it yet, but this birthday would mark the beginning of everything.
A package arrived that morning, unmarked and old. The kind that shouldn't exist in a world of digital deliveries. It bore no return address—just a wax seal with a Z burned into it.
Inside: a worn journal, a vial of dark amber liquid, and a note.
"Anderson, if you are reading this, then I am gone. What you hold in your hands is both a gift and a curse. The formula I created defies nature—it grants stamina beyond mortal limits and adds decades to life. But it must never fall into the wrong hands. Drink it only when you're ready to learn why I disappeared. —Dr. Z"
Anderson stared at the vial. It shimmered faintly in the morning light, pulsing like a heartbeat.
His great-grandfather, Dr. Zechariah Zorin—long presumed dead—had vanished before Anderson was born. Rumors painted him as a madman, a myth. But the journal said otherwise. Inside were formulas, coordinates, sketches of machines that didn't exist yet… and one line repeated again and again:
"It's in the blood."
That night, unable to resist the weight of legacy, Anderson drank the formula.
Pain followed. And visions.
He saw shadows—cities burning, a man in a black suit watching him, and a voice whispering: They're coming for you.
By dawn, Anderson was no longer just a student. He was the last carrier of the Eternal Formula.
And the hunt had already begun.
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