G.O.D Complex

There exist different types of murder—or rather, killing.

Some kill for pleasure.

Some for survival.

Some out of duty.

Some for vengeance.

Some for protection.

And some… simply to feel alive.

As for me?

I never had a reason.

I never needed one.

I don't go out searching for death. But when the moment calls for it—

I kill.

No questions. No hesitation.

It came too easily.

So, I tried something different.

I tried to protect.

First, a bird.

It struggled in my hands—pecking, clawing.

It tried to flee, so I severed its neck in punishment.

Then a cat.

It starved.

I hadn't known it needed food.

I tried again—with a dog.

Things were fine, until it growled and snapped at me.

It challenged my authority.

So, I strangled it.

I tried with many living things.

They all died.

Eventually, I turned to humans.

The first was a man. He fought back.

I broke his limbs and tore him apart. He died. Quickly.

Then a woman.

She resisted more than expected.

I experimented on her—to understand what made her different from the others.

There was nothing special.

She died too.

I was tired of their weakness.

So, I made something to protect.

I handpicked the best genetic specimens—male and female.

I forced them to copulate.

The fifth try was successful. Don't ask why it took five.

The woman became pregnant. I was thrilled.

Finally… progress.

I killed the males. They served no further purpose.

The females were useful—for now.

They nurtured the embryos. I monitored every stage of development.

Two children. A boy and a girl. My Adam and Eve.

Am I God?

No. I'm aging. I won't live long enough to see how it all ends.

So, I leave the rest to you, my only friend—the only one who ever understood me.

Turn the world to ruins.

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Linus sprinted and slid under a humanoid's strike, narrowly avoiding the crushing blow. He rolled, pushed off the platform, and kicked—the creature's head exploded into a cloud of cubes.

But they were persistent.

Despite their fragility, they were hard to destroy. Linus watched as the head began reconstructing itself, pixel by pixel.

He didn't waste time.

The cubes around them were now moving with a new pattern—not just vertically, but diagonally as well. Timing was everything now.

He dashed forward, hopping from cube to cube like a dancer in a deadly ballet. Each leap brought him closer to the exit, where a massive "3" loomed in the distance.

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Velvet struck down three humanoids with swift, calculated slashes. She landed on one cube—then sprinted for the next. From above, the battle resembled ants fighting on shimmering ice cubes.

"Almost there," she muttered.

But just as she leapt toward the next platform—

A humanoid lunged.

It slammed into her midair.

She missed the landing and smashed against the cube's side, tumbling down into the void below. Her arms flailed, desperately trying to regain control.

The creature clung to her, dragging her downward.

She looked down. A transparent barrier loomed far below—the same one that had swallowed others whole. She didn't want to find out what lay beneath.

A cube was rising toward her.

She elbowed the humanoid in the face and pushed off its chest. The motion gave her just enough momentum.

BAM!

She hit the cube hard—rolled—and sprang back to her feet like a cat. The humanoid disappeared into the abyss behind her.

Velvet cursed under her breath and took off again.

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Others weren't so lucky.

Some were tackled midair.

Some were dragged into the pit.

Only a few managed to stay alive long enough to keep moving forward.

Benjamin lagged behind, slowed by the sobbing girl in his arms. She clung to him like a parasite, making every jump harder.

He wanted to drop her.

He could have.

But he didn't.

"Why am I helping her?" he hissed under his breath.

He wasn't the type to help.

He was the type who captured.

The type who used.

And when he was done… fed the leftovers to animals.

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At the threshold of the next floor, two individuals arrived first.

Levi and Linus.

They glanced at each other—briefly—then up at the black number:

3

Levi hesitated, looking back at the chaos behind him.

But he could do nothing.

He entered the door as it slowly opened.

Linus remained still, waiting. Footsteps approached.

"You're pretty late," he said.

"I had… complications," Velvet replied, brushing blood off her cheek.

They exchanged no more words.

Together, they passed through the door into Floor Three—without looking back.

—To be Continued