Deep beneath the surface of the city, where even sound seemed to lose its meaning, the private chamber of the Fallen Star Auction stood in absolute silence. The dim violet light embedded in the walls pulsed faintly, as if reacting to the presence of something far greater than human authority.
At the center of the chamber, a massive holographic projection illuminated the darkness.
Standing before it was Shogun Kurogami, his expression calm yet deeply focused. Beside him stood Olivia Alexanderia, her posture composed, her gaze sharp as she monitored the data flowing across the projection.
The figure displayed before them was not entirely human.
A silhouette formed of condensed violet energy stood suspended in space, its body outlined by a burning aura that resembled a miniature sun collapsing inward. At the center of its chest, a dense sphere pulsed rhythmically, radiating a pressure so intense that even the simulation struggled to stabilize around it.
Olivia broke the silence, her voice steady but layered with meaning.
"This entity," she began, "is what we classify as a Fallen God."
Kurogami's eyes remained fixed on the projection.
"The Purple Sun God," he said quietly.
Olivia nodded.
"Yes. That is the name most records align with."
The hologram shifted, displaying streams of reconstructed data gathered from fragments of ancient encounters and hidden archives. As the information unfolded, the true scale of the entity's existence began to reveal itself.
"The Purple Sun God is not merely a being of energy," Olivia explained. "He is a self-sustaining system of stellar-level reactions contained within a biological framework. His core functions like a compressed sun, but unlike a real star, it is completely controlled."
The projection zoomed into the glowing sphere within the figure's chest.
"That core generates an energy field capable of breaking down matter at a molecular level," she continued. "It doesn't burn like fire. It destabilizes existence itself. Under prolonged exposure, anything—organic or inorganic—begins to lose its structural integrity."
Kurogami listened in silence as Olivia continued detailing the entity's abilities. She explained that the Purple Sun God could manipulate gravitational forces within a localized field, allowing him to bend space around his body. This granted him the ability to pull enemies toward him with crushing force or repel them with explosive pressure. In extreme cases, he could compress matter to a point where it collapsed under its own density.
The projection displayed simulations of environments warping under invisible forces, structures bending inward before disintegrating completely.
"His physical durability is beyond measurable limits," Olivia added. "No recorded weapon has ever caused confirmed damage to his core. Even if the outer structure is disrupted, the core regenerates the body almost instantly using surrounding matter."
Kurogami's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes sharpened slightly.
"And his speed?" he asked.
Olivia responded without hesitation.
"He does not rely on conventional movement. By manipulating gravity and space, he effectively shortens distance. To an observer, it appears as instantaneous displacement."
The room grew heavier with each passing moment as the weight of the information settled in.
But then Olivia's tone shifted.
"All of this," she said, "belongs to the past."
Kurogami finally turned toward her.
Olivia's gaze hardened slightly.
"The Purple Sun God no longer possesses this level of power," she explained. "At some point after his arrival on Earth, his core destabilized. The energy that once defined him collapsed inward, leaving him in a weakened, dormant state."
The hologram flickered, showing a dimmed version of the same entity, its once-blazing core now reduced to a faint glow.
"He is alive," Olivia continued, "but no longer a god."
Kurogami's interest deepened.
"Where is he now?"
Olivia shook her head.
"Unknown. He lives as a human, completely hidden. No system has been able to track him. It is as if he erased himself from existence."
A brief silence followed before she added one final detail.
"He has a daughter."
Kurogami's eyes narrowed.
Olivia continued, her voice quieter now.
"Approximately twenty years old. Identity unknown. No records, no confirmed sightings. But if she carries even a fraction of his original nature…"
She didn't finish the sentence.
She didn't need to.
Kurogami turned back toward the projection, a faint smile forming on his face.
"A fallen god," he murmured, "and a hidden heir."
His eyes gleamed with interest.
"This world is becoming more entertaining than I expected."
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Far above the underground chamber, the city rested under the quiet veil of night.
Inside the villa, a soft blue glow illuminated one of the rooms.
Akshat sat in front of his desktop, his attention completely absorbed by the data displayed on the screen. Multiple panels showed microscopic images, protein structures, and comparative analysis charts. At the center of all of them was a single subject.
Rubika.
Akshat's eyes moved with sharp precision as he analyzed the blood sample. He had already compared it against nearly every known blood disorder recorded in modern medicine, and yet nothing aligned completely.
He opened another dataset, overlaying the sample with known cases of sickle cell anemia, observing the structural differences in red blood cells. The comparison ruled it out immediately. He moved on to thalassemia, analyzing hemoglobin production irregularities, but again, the patterns did not match. Hemolytic anemia, plasma protein deficiencies, rare autoimmune disorders—one by one, he eliminated them all.
"None of these fit," he murmured quietly.
He zoomed further into the plasma composition, isolating the protein chains responsible for maintaining blood stability. What he saw made his expression shift slightly.
The proteins were unstable.
Not damaged, not missing—unstable.
Their structure continuously broke apart and reformed in irregular patterns, as if they were unable to maintain a consistent state. This instability disrupted the entire balance of the blood system, creating a cascading effect that no normal biological process could correct.
Akshat leaned back slightly, his fingers pausing over the keyboard as he processed the implications.
"This isn't a mutation recorded anywhere," he said to himself. "This is something entirely new."
He began typing again, documenting his findings with careful precision. His notes grew increasingly detailed as he analyzed the condition from multiple angles, considering every possible explanation and rejecting each one with logical clarity.
"If the plasma proteins cannot stabilize," he noted, "then the entire circulatory equilibrium collapses over time. Oxygen transport may remain functional initially, but systemic failure becomes inevitable."
The quiet rhythm of typing filled the room.
Then the door opened.
Ryuki stepped inside, her expression tense.
"What did you find?" she asked.
Akshat didn't immediately turn away from the screen.
"Well," he began calmly, "Rubika's blood is normal… at least on the surface."
Ryuki stepped closer, her eyes fixed on the data.
"What does that mean?"
Akshat turned slightly toward her, his tone steady but serious.
"The problem isn't with the red blood cells," he explained. "It's in the plasma proteins. They're unstable."
Ryuki frowned.
"Unstable how?"
"They can't maintain their structure," Akshat replied. "They keep breaking down and reforming incorrectly. That instability disrupts the entire balance of her blood."
Ryuki's voice lowered.
"Can it be fixed?"
Akshat paused for a moment before answering.
"To stabilize the plasma proteins," he said, "we would need to modify the source that produces them."
Ryuki's eyes narrowed.
"The bone marrow?"
Akshat nodded.
"We would have to genetically alter her bone marrow so it produces stable plasma proteins. But that level of genetic control…" He exhaled slightly. "It's beyond current capability."
Ryuki clenched her fists.
"Then find another way."
Akshat's gaze returned to the screen.
"There is one," he said.
Ryuki leaned forward slightly.
"What is it?"
"A complete exchange," Akshat replied. "Replacing the defective system with a compatible one."
Her expression showed a flicker of hope.
"Then do it."
Akshat shook his head.
"There's no suitable match," he said calmly. "And even if there was, the success rate would be extremely low."
The hope faded just as quickly.
"…Then what's left?" she asked quietly.
Akshat's voice remained steady.
"A synthetic bone marrow replacement."
Ryuki stared at him.
"That's…"
"Not possible," Akshat finished.
Silence filled the room.
The glow of the monitor reflected in their eyes as the weight of the situation settled in.
Akshat leaned back slightly, his gaze still fixed on the data.
"This disease doesn't exist in any medical record," he said. "Which means we're not looking for a cure."
He paused briefly.
"We have to create one."
Ryuki didn't respond.
But for the first time, the battle ahead felt far more terrifying than anything they had faced before.
End of ch 47
To be continue...
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