Universal DOOM : Reborn Of The genius CE0

Bakr Kael stood atop the Starborn Citadel, his creation glinting under the faint light of a dying moon. His gaze stretched across the vast fields of Evria Realm, knowing they would soon merge with Earth. The System's voice interrupted his thoughts, crisp and mechanical, carrying a weight of finality.

"World Integration Protocol: T-minus 24 hours. Prepare for synchronization."

This was the beginning of the Cataclysm.

Bakr's hands tightened around the railings of his citadel. His meticulous planning and relentless preparation had led to this moment. Yet, the enormity of the task ahead loomed like a storm cloud. Turning away, he activated his interface, checking the status of his resources. Everything had to be perfect.

Cosmic Architect Status: Active Territory: Starborn Citadel Kingdom Development: 45%

The foundation was laid, but time was slipping away. He left the observation deck, descending to the citadel's main hall where celestial constructs worked tirelessly on the unfinished portions of his fortress. Each blueprint glowed with cosmic energy, pulsating in rhythm with Bakr's commands. Efficiency was key.

The Final Hours Before Cataclysm

Morning broke over Marrakech, Morocco, casting warm hues across the city's red sandstone walls. Earth's last sunrise before the Cataclysm was serene, betraying the chaos that would soon follow. Bakr's apartment was a hive of activity. Holographic displays flickered, showing global markets, geopolitical chatter, and, most importantly, the game's internal ecosystem. His company, NeoMiracles, had diverted all its resources to creating advanced survival kits and protective modules disguised as gaming merchandise.

Amara, his younger sister, entered the room with her signature smirk. "Still at it? You're worse than an addict."

"This addict is about to save the world," Bakr replied, his tone laced with unspoken urgency.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, brother. Don't forget to eat."

Bakr watched her leave, a pang of guilt hitting him. Amara, their parents, his close allies—all of them depended on him, even if they didn't know it. The weight was suffocating, but he'd carry it gladly. This time, he wouldn't fail.

As the clock struck midnight, the skies darkened unnaturally, and the air grew dense with an unexplainable energy. Around the world, billions of people froze as shimmering interfaces appeared before them, broadcasting the same message.

"Attention Earth Inhabitants: The World Integration has begun. Prepare for synchronization with the Five Realms."

Panic erupted. News stations scrambled to make sense of the phenomenon. In cities across the globe, power grids failed, and the natural order began to crumble. Earthquakes split open streets, rivers overflowed their banks, and the sky tore apart as pieces of the Five Realms descended from the heavens.

In Marrakech, Bakr stood on his balcony, watching as a massive fragment of the Evria Realm fused seamlessly with the city's outskirts. The skyline of his home shifted, blending with fantastical landscapes from the game: crystalline mountains, glowing forests, and alien structures. The sight was both mesmerizing and terrifying.

"Tutorial Protocol Activated: Mission One - Survive."

The System's directive echoed in the minds of every human. Those who had never touched the game were thrust into a world they didn't understand. Confusion turned to terror as the first wave of monsters poured through the rifts.

The First Mission

In the newly formed Village of Mistral, a bustling hub from the game now anchored on Earth's terrain, NPCs (Non-Player Characters) came to life, interacting with players and non-players alike. The Village Chief addressed the crowd that had gathered in shock and confusion.

"Welcome to Mistral. You have been chosen to defend our lands. Your first task is simple: survive the night. Kill the Shadow Wolves that have infiltrated our borders."

Bakr's Cosmic Architect interface flashed with mission details. He smirked. "The tutorial mission. Time to set the tone."

He summoned a Celestial Barrier, encasing a portion of the village in radiant energy. The wolves—shadowy beasts with glowing red eyes—threw themselves against the barrier, howling in frustration. Bakr stepped forward, conjuring a celestial construct that took the form of a towering knight.

"Let's show them what the Godking Architect can do," he murmured, as his construct charged into battle.

Meanwhile, in other parts of the world, chaos reigned. In New York, players and non-players banded together to fend off goblin raids. In Tokyo, a horde of venomous arachnids swarmed through the streets. In Paris, a giant elemental wreaked havoc near the Eiffel Tower. Humanity was learning the hard way that the rules of reality had changed.

The first deaths were inevitable. In every country, unprepared civilians fell to the monsters. Their bodies dissipated into light, as if obeying the game's mechanics. The shock of losing loved ones so suddenly drove many to despair, but for others, it awakened something primal: a desire to fight.

Those who survived their initial encounters found themselves changing. The System rewarded them with increased stats, skills, and, for some, new classes. The first non-players to awaken received widespread attention. News outlets began broadcasting their feats, dubbing them Earth's new champions.

But not everyone adapted. Ten of the top 50 ranked players—individuals revered for their skill and strategy—fell within the first hours. Their deaths sent ripples through the gaming community and beyond. If even they couldn't survive, what hope did ordinary people have?

the New World

As the integration continued, Earth's geography shifted dramatically. The continents expanded, and four entirely new landmasses appeared: Aetheria, Zarokai, Volundra, and Draconaire. These were the realms from the game, each teeming with untapped resources, deadly monsters, and ancient ruins. Earth's size doubled, altering climates and ecosystems. Deserts turned to grasslands, and frozen tundras thawed into fertile plains.

Scientists struggled to explain the changes, while governments declared states of emergency. Yet, amidst the chaos, opportunists saw potential. Corporations, militaries, and adventurers prepared to stake their claims in the new world.

Marrakech: The Frontline

In Marrakech, the fusion of the Evria Realm had transformed the outskirts into a sprawling battlefield. Bakr led a small group of survivors, guiding them through their first mission. His celestial constructs shielded them, while his cosmic blueprints reshaped the terrain to create chokepoints and ambush sites.

The battle was brutal, but they succeeded. As the final Shadow Wolf fell, a notification appeared before everyone involved.

"Mission Complete: Survive the Night. Rewards: +500 Experience, +100 Gold, +1 Attribute Point."

The villagers cheered, their spirits lifted by the small victory. Bakr's reputation began to grow, both among the survivors and the NPCs. He knew this was only the beginning. Larger challenges loomed on the horizon, and he needed to ensure his kingdom's foundation was unshakable.

er ChangedThe integration's aftermath left humanity reeling. Every nation grappled with the new reality. World leaders convened emergency summits, only to find themselves outpaced by the rapidly evolving situation. The deaths of the first rankers served as grim reminders that no one was invincible.

In the game's original lore, the Cataclysm was meant to weed out the weak and prepare the strong for greater challenges. Now, it was a harsh reality for billions.

As dawn broke over the new Earth, Bakr stood on the highest tower of his citadel, gazing at the horizon. He opened his interface, reviewing the global rankings. His name had climbed to the top, but it wasn't enough. The System's voice echoed in his mind, chilling and resolute.

"Phase One Complete. Phase Two: Conquer and Expand."

Bakr's eyes narrowed. He whispered to himself, "Let's see who's ready to play for keeps."

Far to the east,