FANTASY

The Broken System: King Breeder

The Broken System: King Breeder by whoknowwhat is a fantasy novel, Kinoya an ordinary research fellow, was bitten by a genetically modified spider. Did he become next SPIDERMAN? Of course, NO. He died just to become an object of research himself. Being a fascinating subject, he was researched extensively and he had died again but not until he killed them all. He got a loving family on the next time he woke up. A Gift? Of course No. His family was devastated in front of very eyes and he was sold as Sex SLAVE. What should he do? Of course, Kill them all. Read The Broken System: King Breeder Blurb Below.

The Broken System: King Breeder Blurb

Kinoya wasn’t your average research fellow. Sure, he spent his days buried in sterile labs, his nose perpetually buried in research papers, but beneath the unassuming exterior burned a fierce curiosity and a relentless pursuit of knowledge. Little did he know, this very curiosity would lead him down a path far darker than any experiment he’d ever undertaken.

One fateful night, while meticulously analyzing a genetically modified spider, the unthinkable happened. The creature, more volatile than anticipated, lashed out, sinking its fangs into Kinoya’s unsuspecting arm. Visions of power and a tingling sensation surged through him, a fleeting dream before the darkness claimed him.

He awoke not to the sterile white of the research lab, but to the harsh glare of a brightly lit room. Gone was the familiar hum of lab equipment, replaced by the metallic clang of surgical tools. Kinoya was no longer the subject; he was the specimen. Days turned into weeks, each one a relentless assault of invasive procedures and probing analyses. The researchers, initially excited by his unique case, soon grew frustrated. The spider venom had granted Kinoya a temporary power boost, but it was ultimately unsustainable. He was declared a failed experiment, another dead end in their pursuit of the extraordinary.

Death, however, wasn’t the end for Kinoya. He awoke with a gasp, not in the cold steel chamber of the lab, but in a warm, albeit sparsely furnished, dwelling. A woman, her face etched with worry, rushed to his side. A child, barely more than a toddler, clung to her leg, his eyes wide with a confusion that mirrored Kinoya’s own. This was his “family,” a carefully crafted façade by a ruthless organization. Relief morphed into horror as Kinoya witnessed the true purpose behind their kindness.

Sold into a nightmarish world of exploitation, Kinoya’s spirit, though battered, refused to break. He endured the degradations with a cold, simmering fury. But beneath the surface, a plan began to take shape. One night, fueled by a desperate rage and a newfound strength he couldn’t explain, Kinoya turned the tables on his captors. In a whirlwind of violence, he unleashed the fury that had been building within him, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake.

Exhausted but exhilarated by a twisted sense of justice, Kinoya stumbled out into the night, the weight of his actions a heavy burden. As dawn painted the sky, a blinding light engulfed him. A disembodied voice boomed, echoing with an otherworldly power. He was being judged, his actions deemed worthy of a… “tribute.”

The world dissolved into a swirling vortex of energy. Kinoya braced for oblivion, only to find himself sprawled on a cold stone floor. Disoriented and utterly bewildered, he took in his surroundings – a vast, cavernous chamber lit by flickering torches. Before him, a towering monolith pulsed with an otherworldly energy.

A disembodied voice filled the chamber once more, but this time with a hint of frustration. “Ceremony successful… Tribute accepted… Connecting the soul…” it intoned. But something went wrong. The connection sputtered, throwing error messages into the echoing chamber. The voice, now tinged with a hint of panic, attempted to modify the process, forcing the connection. With a surge of agonizing power, a system, clearly malfunctioning but undeniably present, anchored itself to Kinoya’s very being.

He emerged from the chamber, not just a broken man seeking vengeance, but the unwilling host of the “Broken System.” This enigmatic system, riddled with errors and unpredictable glitches, offered him power – the power to breed elite warriors, to forge alliances, and to carve a path to the throne. But the system came at a cost. It whispered of sacrifice, of an inevitable demise that mirrored his rise.

Kinoya, ever the pragmatist, saw it as a twisted opportunity. He would embrace the power, use it to carve a path of his own design, a path that defied the system’s preordained prophecy. He would become king, not just to rule, but to dismantle the very system that sought to control him. His journey would be fraught with danger, a constant dance with the unpredictable glitches of the Broken System. He would face not just enemies, but the whispers of his own demise, a constant reminder of the price of power.

His ascent wouldn’t be a clean, heroic march. He would make deals with devils, exploit the weaknesses of his enemies, and embrace the ruthlessness that fueled his survival. But at the core, a flicker of Kinoya, the curious researcher, remained. He would use the system, dissect it, understand its flaws, and perhaps, just perhaps, find a way to break it for good.