Aklion’s HUD pulsed like a living heart, stats flickering erratically, as he charged across the hellscape that NEOTROY had become. Rebel and conglomerate forces clashed in a brutal storm of blood and gunfire, the streets slick with the wet sheen of violence. His body was driven by an unholy mix of INPAXX and fury, each kill surging a sick, electric pleasure through his veins.
System Notification
•Berserk Mode: Engaged – LIMIT BREACHED
•Rage Amplification: 350%
•Humanity Index: Critical Negative
•Fatal Stamina Boost: ACTIVE
Aklion cut through the field, his blade an extension of his arm, feeling more machine than man as he fought. Every swing was backed by the unquenchable fury tearing through him, a relentless demand for blood that drowned out everything else. Even SYNTHIA’s voice—whispering commands and stats—was little more than static against the roar of rage in his head.
The INPAXX coursed through him, twisting his thoughts, blending reality with hallucination. The soldiers around him morphed into nightmarish figures, their faces obscured, each one a symbol of everything he’d been betrayed by. The conglomerate. The rebels. Humanity itself. None of them were innocent, not in this war.
Then, in the throng of bodies, he caught a glimpse of a figure in conglomerate armor moving with an unnatural hesitation, almost as if she were wading through quicksand. Her helmet was tilted, a rifle barely gripped in her hand, as if she had forgotten what it was for.
Enemy Detected
•Analysis: Minor Threat – Execute
•Weapon Readiness: Optimal – No Restraint Protocol Engaged
Without pause, he moved towards her, seeing only another enemy, another obstacle to be crushed under his wrath. His rage-fueled mind noted nothing amiss, only that she was in his path, and that meant she had to die. He lunged, bringing his blade up with lethal precision, his HUD flashing with a grim notification.
Critical Strike – Target Acquired
•Engagement Mode: Execute with Maximum Damage
•XP Gain: Pending…
Aklion’s blade thrust forward, an unstoppable force, aimed at her helmeted face. The figure didn’t flinch, didn’t try to dodge—only looked at him, almost pleading. But her gaze was drowned in his crimson-tinted vision, her face little more than a shadow to be obliterated.
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The blade sank into her left eye, metal grinding against bone, the sickening crunch lost in the roar of his own breath. She staggered, her hand twitching upward, almost as if to reach out to him. Her fingers trembled, blood streaming down her face, but there was no recognition in his gaze. To Aklion, she was nothing more than another enemy.
Target Eliminated
•XP Gain: +1000
•Kill Streak Bonus: Engaged – +500 XP
•Level Up: Not Available – Mental Instability Penalty
Around him, the battle surged on, the chaos of bodies and bullets swallowing her as she crumpled to the ground, her body quickly lost under the stampede of boots, her life snuffed out as unceremoniously as any of the others. Aklion didn’t spare her a second glance, his mind too twisted, too broken to even comprehend what he’d done.
He turned, roaring his defiance to the skies as the INPAXX pulled him deeper into his frenzy. He could no longer feel his body, only the raw power that pushed him forward, the unrelenting drive to kill, maim, destroy.
The INPAXX had taken over fully, every ounce of humanity stripped down to raw, unthinking violence. A soldier’s arm splintered under his grip, the scream barely registering as he tossed the man aside, moving to the next, and the next.
Around him, the rebels pushed forward, their numbers bolstered by the sight of his rampage. They moved with renewed ferocity, forcing the conglomerate forces back step by bloody step. Yet, in the maelstrom, Aklion’s mind barely registered friend from foe. Everyone became a target, every shadow a threat to be crushed.
Then, the hallucination began, creeping in from the edges of his vision like an ancient nightmare clawing its way into his reality.
He was no longer in NEOTROY but in a warped battlefield, an impossible place where armored warriors clashed under an endless crimson sky. Spartans and Athenians, locked in eternal battle, their armor and shields splattered with the blood of countless battles. Aklion’s HUD tried to make sense of it, but the INPAXX glitches twisted it, turning every stat and notification into incomprehensible symbols, a language of violence and madness.
System Error
•Location: Undefined – Classical Combat Simulation Detected
•Mode: Death Match – Ancient Warfare
He was thrown into the thick of the melee, ancient warriors slashing and stabbing, their cries mingling with the clash of bronze and iron. His blade became a spear, his armor a mismatched hybrid of ancient and futuristic. Every face he looked upon was twisted, their eyes wide with fear or rage, gods watching from the heavens, laughing as mortals tore each other apart for their amusement.
Above him, Zeus and Athena looked down, their eyes gleaming with cruel delight as they tossed golden dice, deciding the fates of those below. The gods reveled in the spectacle, their laughter a thunderous echo that vibrated through his bones.
Aklion fought on, tearing through soldiers, his stats flashing red as his body began to strain under the relentless pace. He was a beast, a weapon of pure destruction, and nothing more.
Warning
•Physical Degradation: Severe – Stamina Depletion Critical
•Mental Instability: Extreme – Hallucination Index Exceeded
But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. The rage, the INPAXX, the glitch—all of it drove him forward, beyond the limits of his own body. He was a god of war, and nothing else mattered. His HUD flickered, stats spiraling as his sanity eroded under the relentless surge of power.
Another figure stepped into his path, but he didn’t pause to look, didn’t hesitate. She was just another shadow to be destroyed. His blade, now a spear again in his hallucination, found its mark, plunging through her armor and into her eye. She staggered back, reaching for him as if she could pull him back from the brink.
He didn’t recognize her. Couldn’t. She was only a figment, a symbol of the countless enemies he’d faced and crushed. Her hand fell away as she collapsed, lost to the waves of soldiers crashing over her fallen form. Feet over face. Crushed bones. Milked blood. That’s all it was, just another lifeless body crushed underneath others that were still alive. Until they also weren’t,
System Notification
•Target Eliminated: XP Gain Unregistered
•Bloodlust Level: MAXIMUM
And still, he fought, not realizing yet what he had just done.