The war devastated the human race—a selfish war waged by mankind for expansion and ideology, leaving in its aftermath only the destruction of nations and suffering. The use of nukes to eliminate the national enemies of certain countries had serious effects, creating many mutated creatures without sentience, or even with sentience. Yet at the pinnacle of the human race stands D.O.S.S.I.E.R., a heavily militaristic organization that uses its influence to gain workforce and test subjects to "evolve" the human body beyond its capabilities using any means necessary. The name stands for "Directorate Of State Surveillance." , some people may say , or for "Division Of Strategic Suppression, Intelligence," , since no one knew what it really stood for. These were all speculations ,but the truth is they only care about themselves—at least, that's what Frank thinks. He gave them the name "Department Of Special Security, Internal Enforcement & Repression." Having been abducted at a young age by the people of D.O.S.S.I.E.R., he has come to hate them after what they put him through in the name of "humanity." He was experimented on and trained for many years to become a weapon for his own race—a sword that cuts down their enemies regardless of whether they pose a threat or not.
Frank is nineteen, the age he was supposed to be assigned his first mission , to cleanse a local hive near the mountains. But during the mission, something unexpected happened. His party, which consisted of six soldiers, was ambushed by an evolved Chrysalis Prime—something only veterans or people who had achieved Chimera Stage in the organization could handle. The other five people who had accompanied him were all buddies he had trained with through all those years, making the pain and suffering he had experienced in the organization less unbearable. Yet they were all killed by the Chrysalis Prime.
He was the only survivor, but now he was crippled. His legs were gone, severed by the monster when he tried to run, and he was scarred by the being sharp claws. However, he was retrieved by a scout squad of the organization. When he was brought back, he could barely see, all bloodied and beaten to a pulp. Yet he could still hear the whispers of the doctors, fellow soldiers, and even scientists:
"What a waste. I knew the kid wouldn't go far. This generation is truly pathetic," said a soldier.
"What a mess. I heard he was the only survivor of his party. He must have sold his teammates to survive," joked a nurse.
"This young man cannot fight anymore, but he still has some use for the organization. Bring him to my lab," said a scientist with a grinning expression.
The scout party didn't dare raise concerns, since he was the head scientist with a clearance level 4—way higher than them, who were just clearance level 1.
Frank heard this and tried to get up, but to no avail. He was weakened by the fight; he had no legs and was essentially a wounded wolf. The scientist noticed his subtle movements and smiled even more; you could almost see his grin reach his ears. "What's the matter, young one? I promise to take good care of you."
But Frank could see the evil intent in his eyes. He tried to open his mouth; however, he lost consciousness the very next moment.
He woke up in a white room with bright lights. He tried to move but was strapped to a table. He grew agitated and called out, "Hey! Is anybody there? Let me go!" His calls were futile. The only one who came , was the very scientist he had seen before becoming unconscious. The scientist adjusted his glasses and smiled.
"My name is Galen. I am the head scientist of this unit. You have been assigned as a helper for my next experiment. I hope you don't mind."
Frank could now take a better look at the scientist. He was frail, old, with white hair, a pair of glasses that almost looked comical because of how round they were, and a white lab coat. Despite this appearance, the old man who called himself Galen exuded a true sense of danger. Frank, however, having been trained since a young age in many ways, including emotional stability, muttered, "What happened? Why am I here instead of a medbay? The regulations clearly state that all wounded are to be healed and sent back to the frontlines to fight!"
Galen laughed aloud, a sound more like a cough, and said, "That's indeed true. But take a look at yourself. You are crippled. You have become useless to our organization, but you could still be useful as a subject undergoing my experiment."
Despite his scarred expression and emotional stability, Frank's complexion darkened, and he managed to say, "I didn't sign for this. You need my consent befo—" However, before he could finish, his mouth was strapped shut.
Galen became serious and commanded, "Begin the experiment. Input all power." Then he paused and continued, this time recording himself on a tape for scientific reasons:
"Experiment number 6891. The subject suffered serious injuries before arriving here, so it meets the standard requirements. Also, since he has great mental toughness, the experiment should go smoothly. We are testing otherworldly power inside the human body to see how it reacts. We call this rupture of reality 'the warp,' a mysterious phenomenon that affects all things. It is of immense power. If I am correct, we could have soldiers with the power of gods."
The head scientist pulled down the lever to the machine—a machine that weighs a ton, with many needles attached at the very top. The machine slowly descended toward Frank, who was strapped to the lab table with his eyes forced open. He tried to resist but could not. He inwardly cursed his weakness and vowed to kill the scientist in the most gruesome way possible.
The needles reached him, touching his body, yet they didn't stop. They went deep into every inch of him. Frank struggled in pain and agony. The scientist stopped the test and recorded on tape the conclusion:
"Experiment number 6891 failed, unfortunately, but the host continued to live, unlike the other counterparts. I think I have the right subject; I just need to adjust the experiment."
The scientist was amazed at how Frank survived the warp energy injected directly into his body. He looked at Frank lying on the table, struggling in pain with many needle holes, and said with a smile, "We are going to have a good cooperation," as he proceeded to drug Frank to sleep.
The experiments continued for a long time—five years, to be more exact. The experiments grew increasingly painful. Frank became desperate, sometimes begging the scientists to kill him. Some fellow scientists , also attending the experiment , considered ending his misery but could not, as the chief of the experiment was the head researcher himself, Galen.
Over the years, he obtained more funding from D.O.S.S.I.E.R. Initially, the organization was skeptical of Galen's work, but seeing results and possibilities, they decided to overlook the ethical implications and even increased funding, making his experiments increasingly inhumane. Rumors spread that Frank, a former soldier who had fought for humanity, had become a guinea pig subjected to D.O.S.S.I.E.R.'s horrific experiments. Some considered it a necessary sacrifice; others thought it's unethical and demanded his release and compensation. In the end, nothing happened, and the experiments continued.
Until one fateful day, Galen recorded on tape:
"Experiment number 10,000. I believe this time the experiment will succeed, and the warp energy will safely enter the subject's body. I have made the last adjustments, including the exact dosage and changing the needles to high-pressure jet injectors. I believe this time I will succeed!"
He paused, then looked at Frank, who now looked unrecognizable. He had once been fit and trained; now he looked more like a skeleton than a living being. The scientist said, "Frank, I believe our cooperation will soon end. I want to thank you for all the beautiful memories we've shared." He grinned.
Frank was filled with anger and resentment. He had been abandoned, left to suffer at the hands of this person—if he could even call him that. He wanted to break free from the straps and rip him in half, but he could not. He hated his weakness. For five years, he struggled to no avail. He recognized he was nothing but a shell of his former self .The real Frank died fighting the Chrysalis Prime. That's what he thought. He hated himself for being weak. He hated this world for doing this to him. If only he had another chance…
His chain of thought was interrupted by the scientist, who commanded: "Begin the experiment. Do as instructed." The junior scientists present took notes of every action. Galen pulled the same lever from Frank's first day in the laboratory. Instantly, Frank was sprayed with a water-like white serum. His eyes almost popped out. This was unlike any prior experiment—he truly felt he would die.
Galen observed everything and increased power input from fifty to one hundred percent. Frank's skin tore away; his muscles were exposed, and his organs began to fail. Every second felt like a millennium of pain. Galen stopped the experiment, frustrated—his subject seemed to have become utterly useless , incapacitated!
"Unfortunately," he said, "you are a failure. I had high hopes for you. A pity. Now I need a new subject as resilient and wounded as you." He looked at the junior scientists: "Take him to the incinerator. He has no use for me anymore."
Frank's thoughts were chaotic, filled with pain spanning years of experiments and training, and the cruelty of Galen. He would not go quietly , he refused to die like this , but in the end ,he could do nothing.
He was transported to a dimly lit room full of bodies. The only light came from the incinerator. One junior scientist vented his anger on Frank with punches "You trash , you made us waste time and precious resources on you , all for nothing!" said the scientist.A scientist girl stopped him: "Stop! We are here to incinerate him, not maul his corpse!" .Little did they know, Frank was conscious through all of it.
The scientists threw him like trash into the fire. He no longer felt pain, perhaps because his pain sensors were destroyed. Only humiliation remained. His vision faded into the flames—but was quickly overwhelmed by a bright white light and a chaotic roar of noise.
He was small, held in the hands of a giant being he had never seen before, one with pointed ears. He heard people speaking in an indescribable language , despite his vast linguistic knowledge, he quickly understood the situation: he had been reborn—not as a human, but as something else.