INTRODUCTION
Planet Mula mirrored Earth once: bustling cities, ordinary lives. Then, one fateful day, a elite family's experiment shattered the norm. Tied to corrupt ministers, they birthed not just science, but a tool for control.
"Our success is absolute," the lead scientist hissed in the dimly lit boardroom. "Your political facade won't just improve—it'll dominate. An army of supers? It's the mirage of progress they'll chase forever."
CHAPTER 1: THE BIRTH OF A BLOODY SIN
Change crept slowly. Whispers of "enhanced" individuals turned to headlines. Fear morphed into acceptance, then greed.
Dr. Aleuron Quantum leaned back in his leather chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Humans don't know their worth. They're tools—weak, pliable."
16 YEARS LATER
The auditorium buzzed with anxious murmurs. Dr. Quantum stood at the podium, sweat beading on his forehead. "Listen: This virus targets your powers, eroding your nerves. Death in months unless you build immunity naturally."
Gasps rippled through the crowd. "Train without powers," he urged. "Physical discipline will forge antibodies."
His voice cracked. "I, Dr. Aleuron Quantum, regret creating this nightmare."
MARKOV ACADEMY FOR SUPERPOWER INDIVIDUALS (MASI)
The academy's halls echoed with uncertainty. "We're hunting a cure," the headmaster assured the students, his tone firm yet reassuring.
Dana's voice trembled. "Can we die?"
"No," he replied. "Hope endures. We'll prevail."
Dana turned to Slayvok, her eyes wide. "Do you really think we'll make it?"
Slayvok flexed his muscles, grinning confidently. "Absolutely. I'm built tough—a few months? Piece of cake."
"What about you, Pavlov? You've been the hero type forever."
Pavlov shrugged calmly, his gaze steady. "Powers were always extras for me—tools, not crutches."
"And Wandum, Cronseph, Alvika?"
They nodded in unison. "Same here. Our parents were elite spies. We trained old-school, long before this place."
The group shared a tense silence, the weight of their legacies hanging heavy.