Riven Kane—no, the host thought itself Kael Voss—blinked into existence knee-deep in writhing shadows that tasted like regret. Nocturne Spire loomed: obsidian towers piercing a bruised sky, streets alive with whispers that clawed into the skull. He grinned, gums bleeding from teeth he'd filed in his old life. Home.The host's reflection fought for control in a puddle of liquid night. "Who... are you?" it whimpered. Riven's face overlayed it—eyes manic prisms, scars from self-inflicted runes glowing faintly. "I am you, puppet. The transmigrator who arrived whole, not broken. Your 'sanity' was the glitch I overwrote." Laughter bubbled, wet and unhinged.Earth memories flooded, his: vivisecting rivals under fluorescent hums, building neural traps that turned men inside-out, laughing as firewalls shattered souls. Now amplified— the city fed him. Lampposts bled ink that formed equations for torment; passersby froze, skins cracking to reveal puppet strings he could pull.He prowled. Walls breathed, murmuring victim names from his past life. A fractured system ignited in his veins:[Madness Overwrite Complete]
Host Integrity: 79% (Collapsing)
Core Sovereign: Riven Kane (Dominant)
Transmigration Dividend: Ultra-Crazy Ascendancy
Fork: Devour the Host or Fuse the Insanity
Delirium: Embrace, or the Spire claims both.Riven carved a sigil into his palm with a shadow-shard. Blood danced into fractals, summoning a spectral lab table from nowhere. The host screamed internally: This isn't me! But Riven only cackled, veins throbbing with newfound power. Distant spire-bells tolled pursuit—or invitation?"Let's experiment on eternity," he rasped, the sky fracturing into mirrors of his grin.