G.O.D Complex// Earth Prime

The Treaty of Ignorance was a law act imposed by the most powerful colonies upon the weakest. This treaty forbade all interaction between humans and other intelligent species, particularly those classified as Bipedal. Once the pinnacle of civilization, humans found their dominance slipping away in the face of these newly emerged organisms after the Blackout.

The Bipedal species came in various forms:

The Avoral: Large humanoid birds with vast wingspans. They could speak human languages, but harbored a deep disdain for humans and avoided them at all costs.

The Chirbathi: Mysterious beings with long ears and horse-like legs. They practiced secretive rituals and hid in deep, shadowed areas far from human settlements.

The Beastmen: The most commonly encountered, part-human and part-beast. Although they had waged war on humans decades ago, they now kept to the dark jungles, avoiding conflict.

Minor species such as gnomes, witches, and others emerged, each born in the post-Blackout era. Ironically, none held love for humanity. In fact, hatred was almost instinctive.

Twenty years ago, a brutal massacre swept through the land. These intelligent species, aided by nature and an unknown entity, attempted to eradicate humanity. Humans, battling hostile ecosystems and monstrous abnormalities, were on the brink of extinction.

Then came salvation: the G.O.D Complex launched the first bastions of humanity—the Colony Domes. These massive structures were scattered globally and equipped with advanced technologies. Under their protection, humans turned the tide, launching an extermination campaign that nearly wiped out several Bipedal species.

But nature fought back. Just as humans were aided by the Complex, the Bipedals received support from an entity they revered as divine. This force, born from the very fabric of Earth itself, was later referred to as Prime. Neither the Bipedals nor the humans understood it fully. The Complex, however, remained silent on its origins.

The decade-long conflict that followed was known as the Tech-Magia Fallout. Countless colonies collapsed, species vanished, and the world changed. To halt further destruction, the Treaty of Ignorance was drafted. It stipulated that humans and Bipedals were to ignore each other's existence.

But the treaty was a farce.

While it outwardly promised peace, secret battles and covert dealings continued. Both sides watched, waited, and prepared.

---

Linus sprinted through the facility, Levi following closely. Linus knew the world's history well, having absorbed records from the AI interface. He understood the situation wasn't sustainable. Both humans and Bipedals had deep fractures in their societies, and war was inevitable.

"This world is so messed up," Linus thought, smirking. To him, it was all a game. A sandbox of construction and conquest. His dream? To control a colony and reshape it under his vision.

With a final shove, he and Levi slammed a heavy door shut.

"Where are we going now?" Levi asked, panting.

"We need more information," Linus said, already heading toward the elevator. The AI gave him an overview, but he needed real-time data—and leverage. History was still unfolding, and he planned to write the next chapter.

Bang!

The door behind them shook violently.

"The parasite," Levi muttered.

They hurried.

---

Elsewhere in the core, Cross stared grimly at the monitor.

"They broke the Treaty," he said.

The colony had conducted illegal research, directly violating the Treaty of Ignorance. Now Cross had a choice: report it and spark a war, or hide it and risk further contamination. Tensions between colonies were rising. The moment one weakened, the others would pounce. But the Bipedals remained a threat.

"Commander, two intruders have been detected," Paul reported.

"Which colony are they from?"

Paul hesitated. "They're not listed."

Cross approached the monitor. His eyes widened.

"They're from the Complex."

Gasps filled the room.

"That means a new batch has arrived," Charlotte exclaimed.

Dropship landings occurred once every twenty years. New arrivals from the Complex carried advanced knowledge, power, and resources. For weaker colonies, capturing them was salvation. For stronger ones, it was an arms race.

"Why weren't we informed?" Beatrice snapped.

"They're coming this way," said Beatrice, checking the tracker. "But something is chasing them."

The screen showed the front gate.

"Demônios Wrath," someone whispered.

Cross turned to his team. "Prep nitrogen tanks. Engage battle protocol."

He relayed orders to all squads: Find the Complex survivors. Secure the cargo. Eliminate the parasite.

---

The elevator doors opened.

Ding!

Linus stepped out, aiming his gun.

"A little rough for a first meeting," he quipped.

Cross faced him, arms folded. "You're the one with the gun."

A click.

Beatrice placed her weapon against Linus's temple. He ignored her, eyes locked with Cross.

Levi drew his blade, but stopped when surrounded by rifles.

Outnumbered, outgunned.

Just as Linus had planned.

He needed help to kill that parasite.

And now he had it.

—To be Continued.