Dishonored To Dominance: Marcus Rise

THE SYSTEM AWAKEN

The sound of a distant car horn pierced the silence of Marcus Reed’s small apartment. He sat on the edge of his bed, his hands clutching his temples as the waves of pain subsided. It had been months since his accident, but the sharp, electric shocks that ran through his body were becoming more frequent. At first, he had dismissed them as aftereffects of the injury, but now, things were different. This wasn’t just pain—it was something else, something strange.

The first time he noticed it was a week ago. He had been walking down the street, trying to clear his head, when he felt the same electric pulse in his chest. At that moment, time seemed to slow, and before he knew it, his hand had reached out—instinctively grabbing a coffee cup that a passerby had dropped several feet away. His reflexes had been impossibly fast, like he had known the cup was falling before it even happened.

But that wasn’t the only thing.

His mind had started calculating things he had never cared to think about.