Systembound: Rise of the Dronemancer [Book 1. Complete] / Systembound: Rise of Androxis [Book 2. Ongoing]

Iris accepted the trash bags with a slight, stiff nod, her expression remaining unreadable behind her lupine features. She laid them carefully across the passenger seat, smoothing the crinkling plastic with blood-stained claws before getting in. Her movements were deliberate, though her joints seemed to protest the transition from the fluid, quadrupedal hunting stance back into the cramped, bipedal constraints of a small car. The moment she closed the door, the interior of the vehicle was filled with the overwhelming, coppery scent of fresh blood. It was a stark, metallic tang that seemed to cling to the upholstery and the back of Searanox’s throat.

Searanox turned the key, and the engine roared to life, its mechanical vibration a jarring intrusion into the heavy silence following the slaughter. As he pulled away from the farm, he felt like a silent witness to a carnage he had not only orchestrated but relished. The image of the blood-soaked barn, the mounds of cooling livestock, and the systematic efficiency of the drone were burned into his memory, playing back in high definition through his enhanced mind. He drove with a steady hand, navigating the desolate dirt road back toward the highway, leaving the scene of his first major harvest behind in the dust.

He glanced sideways at Iris. Her silhouette was a sharp, dark shape against the passing city lights, the silver streaks in her mane catching the occasional glow of a streetlamp.

”How do you feel?” Searanox asked, his voice cutting through the hum of the tires. ”Or better yet, now that the dust has settled—what level are you?”

She turned her head toward him, her amber eyes glowing with a faint, internal light in the dim cabin. ”I am Level 5, Searanox,” she said, her voice a low, steady rumble that vibrated through the seat. ”I feel... strong. It is as if a latent power is finally coursing through me, a tangible force that I can almost taste on the air. I find that I feel no remorse for the animals we culled. There is only a sense of accomplishment—the satisfaction of a job performed with maximum efficiency.”

Her honesty was disarming. It was a stark, cold contrast to the complex web of human emotions Searanox felt he should be experiencing, yet her words mirrored his own internal state with frightening accuracy. The Dhampir template had clearly done more than just change his stats; it had rewired his empathy.

”Did you get anything for hitting the milestone?” he pressed.

Iris’s gaze flickered down to a black, shimmering card she held between two claws. ”Yes. I received a permanent increase of three percent to all stats, as well as a voucher for specialized equipment.”

Searanox nodded, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel. He mumbled softly to himself, ”Same as me, then, though the percentages differ.” `She got three percent, whereas I got five for being the first. It seems the System rewards the pioneer most of all.` He raised his voice slightly. ”Good. That means we are progressing at more or less the same pace. We’re staying ahead of the curve.”

He slowed the car as they approached a red light on the outskirts of the city. The urban sprawl sat before them, a blur of motion and neon colors that felt increasingly fragile. He looked at Iris again—this creature of myth and arcane magic, a hybrid of human and wolf, sitting casually on trash bags in the passenger seat of his beat-up car. The absurdity of the situation hit him, but it was quickly swallowed by the gravity of their reality.

”Run me through it once more, Iris,” Searanox said, his gaze drifting to the countdown he knew was ticking away in the back of his mind. ”In seven days, the System pushes the Mana Infusion into this world. It shifts our local reality, and then we join the Multiverse Friends Club—the one full of not-so-friendly races.”

He gestured vaguely with one hand, a wry, cynical smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. ”We’re the vanguard. The tip of the spear. We’re the ones who have to pave the way for whatever is left of humanity.”

Iris shifted her weight, the plastic bags crinkling loudly. Her amber eyes remained fixed on the traffic light as she spoke, her expression turning profoundly serious. ”Yes, Searanox. That is the core of the situation. A Mana Infusion is a cosmic event of such magnitude that it will reshape your world entirely. In exactly seven days, the first wave will occur. It will not be a peaceful transition. It will be a violent, chaotic process that terraforms the planet, altering the very fabric of physical laws to accommodate the presence of mana. This is, unfortunately, just the beginning. It is the easiest part of the transition.”

She paused, as if accessing a restricted file in her internal database. ”This influx of mana will act as a beacon. It will attract hostile races, interdimensional creatures, and ancient civilizations who view a newly infused world as a resource to be exploited—a prize to be won. Humanity is about to be thrust into a galactic arena, forced to fight for its very survival against predators who have played this game for millennia.”

”They will actually invade us?” Searanox asked. His tone was curious, devoid of the shock or terror one might expect. He sounded more like a child asking about the mechanics of a new toy than a man discussing the end of civilization. The car started moving again, the city lights beginning to streak past the windows in a blur of gold and white.

”Yes, Searanox. Invasion is a very real and likely outcome,” Iris replied, her voice acting as a calm, steady counterpoint to the dark thoughts racing through his head. ”But it will not be a conventional invasion with massive armies or fleets of starships—at least not at first. The System grants every newly infused planet a protective period to prevent immediate extinction. The Infusion occurs in waves. The first will happen in seven days. The next will follow a few weeks later, increasing the mana density and the danger level of the local wildlife.”

She turned to look at him directly. ”After six months of your known time, the world will be considered ’open’ for all. Until then, the initial threats will come from individuals and small incursion groups—scavengers, mercenaries, and adventurers from other worlds drawn by the energy spike. They will be like us: Awakened beings, but with a massive head start. They possess knowledge, equipment, and abilities far beyond what we currently have. They will see your world as an untapped dungeon, a source of fresh resources and easy experience. However, the System enforces a balance: they cannot send anyone into this zone who is significantly stronger than the five strongest inhabitants of Earth. If they attempt to send a high-level entity, that entity’s power will be forcibly suppressed to the level of the lowest of your planet’s ’Top Five.’”

Searanox gripped the steering wheel tighter, the plastic creaking under the sudden pressure of his enhanced strength. ”So, we have a six-month window. A grace period to level up and prepare for the real storm. We have half a year to become part of that ’strongest five’ before the real monsters arrive.”

The predatory smile returned to his face, sharper and more confident than before. ”Lucky me. I’ve been practicing for this for the last fifteen years of my life... Let’s get grinding.”

The words were spoken as a joke—a bit of dark, bitter humor used to deflect the rising tide of uncertainty. But as the words left his lips, he realized they were entirely true. He had been grinding, though in a different context. All those years spent submerged in virtual worlds, learning complex mechanics, analyzing strategies, and recognizing patterns—it had all been an accidental training ground. He had been preparing for the end of the world without ever knowing the world was ending.

He pulled into the parking garage of his apartment building. The cold, grey concrete walls were a stark contrast to the blood-soaked fields of the farm. He parked the car in his usual spot and killed the engine. The silence was immediate, broken only by the faint, distant hum of the city and the rhythmic tink-tink-tink of the cooling exhaust. He looked at Iris. Her fur was still matted with drying blood, and her silver eyes glowed like embers in the darkness of the garage.

”But first,” Searanox said, feeling the sharp, hollow ache in his gut intensify, ”I have to eat something. And you... you definitely need a shower. This...” He motioned vaguely toward her blood-stained form. ”This is how people get into serious trouble with the authorities. Let’s wait at least a few more days before we start getting into that kind of trouble.”

The hunger was no longer just a background sensation; it was a persistent, gnawing ache in the pit of his stomach. It was a constant, demanding reminder of his Dhampir nature—a biological requirement for the essence he had just spent the night harvesting.

Iris nodded, her expression unreadable once more. ”I understand, Searanox. I will clean myself. It is... not optimal to remain covered in the blood of lesser creatures. It interferes with my sensory receptors.”

She stepped out of the car, her movements regaining their fluid, predatory grace despite the lingering stiffness of the transition. She followed him toward the elevator, her claws clicking softly against the concrete floor with a sound like dry bone on stone. The elevator ride was silent, the small space feeling incredibly cramped as the air grew thick with the unspoken tension between them. Searanox could feel her presence—a tangible, vibrating force that was simultaneously comforting and deeply intimidating.

When the doors slid open on his floor, he stepped into the hallway, the familiar corridor now feeling small and alien. He opened the door to his apartment and stepped inside, the mundane surroundings of his old life feeling like a stage set that was about to be struck.

”Would you like me to walk you through how the shower works?” he asked, a wry smile touching his lips as he realized how absurd the question was.

”I am an Eldritch Knight and a former administrative unit, Searanox,” Iris replied, her voice a low, steady rumble as she stepped past him toward the bathroom. ”I am quite certain I can figure out the mechanics of a water-based sanitation system.”

Searanox watched her go, then turned toward the kitchen. He had a week to turn his apartment into a fortress, a month to become a legend, and six months to save the world—or at least, to make sure he was the one holding the leash when the real monsters arrived. For now, he just needed to satisfy the hunger.