Soul Reaver: Evolution
*In a world torn between gods and insects, only the devoured shall transcend.*
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Five months ago, Lein Thorn opened his eyes to a nightmare wearing the skin of reality.
He awoke not in his own flesh, but in the body of another—a young man who shared his name but not his memories, not his world. This Earth had been reborn in blood and evolution, transformed a century ago when the universe itself expanded, tearing holes between dimensions. Monsters poured through like a plague of teeth and hunger. Space grew. Matter evolved. And humanity—fragile, desperate humanity—changed.
But the change was not a gift given equally.
Only seven percent of mankind underwent the true Evolution, awakening to powers that defied the laws of physics and reason. They became living weapons: fire-bringers, gravity-benders, death-dealers who could carve through steel and stone with thought alone. The rest remained ordinary, weak, trapped in flesh that could not compete with those who had transcended.
At first, the Evolved became humanity’s shield. They fought the monsters. They defended the broken world. Laws were written to bind them, to make them servants of the species they had once belonged to.
Then came the day they stopped pretending.
After the Earth’s military forces were annihilated in a single, brutal demonstration—scattered like ash before the storm of Evolved power—the world’s true face was revealed. The mask of civilization cracked and fell away. The strong took what they wanted. The weak became resources, livestock, tools to be exploited in the slums and labor camps where the powerless toiled under the boot of those who had become something *more*.
It was the oldest law of existence, stripped bare and written in suffering: the strong devour the weak.
Lein Thorn has survived five months in this hell. Five months in the slums where the Evolved treat humans like animals, where death is cheaper than water, where hope is a luxury no one can afford. He has watched people broken, used, discarded. He has learned to keep his head down, to endure, to wait.
Because something inside him has been *waking*.
A power not of this world. A golden finger from beyond, initializing in the dark corners of his transplanted soul. And now, finally, after endless months of silence, it has awakened.
**The Soul Reaver System.**
With each Evolved he kills, Lein can harvest their soul—the very essence of their power. From these stolen souls, he can forge new spells, claim existing abilities, destroy magical constructs, or rewrite the laws of power itself within his tier. But the price escalates exponentially: one kill yields one soul. The next requires two kills. Then four. Then eight. The hunger grows without limit, demanding an ever-increasing toll of blood.
This is not a story of heroes.
This is the chronicle of a man who will climb a mountain of corpses to reach the summit. A man who will traverse countless worlds, crush those who stand in his path, and reshape reality itself through stolen power. From the slums to the thrones of the Evolved, from Earth to dimensions beyond imagining, Lein Thorn will carve his name into the fabric of existence.
The strong devour the weak.
But what happens when the weakest becomes the most ravenous predator of all?
The Evolution Wars have begun.
And Lein Thorn is *hungry*.
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