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good shit.

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No Morrisa she needs some Love! O gosh darn! Can we just hug Morrisa and tell her love her more than the world. The Morrisa scene mad me so mad and sad. Dont know if thats good or not

Hi Anon, glad you enjoyed Morrisa’s scene. And yes you can hug her and tell her you love her. Poor girl needs some love and security. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say felling mixed emotions is ...good?

Morrisa Power on MC(reader):

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Damn son! Those were some nice scenes now you got me needing more. Also WHY U MAKING IT SO HARD TO PICK A LI! WHY!?! 😭👍

Hi Anon, thanks for the praise. And if I don't make it hard to choose, the story would be oh so boring. Plus I'm glad you like all the romances. Hopefully I make the choices harder down the line.

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"I don't know why everyone is making a big deal out of me...there's nothing special to me" Mc saying this to the ROs😔

This will be one time scene answer since I was pooped after writing today. And I don't want to dedicate to much time to these types of scenes, since there will and are romance, love(steamy kind), and sad scenes already planned or implemented.

Morrisa:

The flickering neon sign of the abandoned ramen shop casts an eerie glow on the rain-slicked alleyway. The air hangs heavy with the scent of burnt toast and fear. "I don't know why everyone is making a big deal out of me...there's nothing special to me." You say to Morrisa while leaning against the grimy brick wall, the damp chill seeping into your clothes.

The neon sign continues to hum faintly above you, its flickering glow reflecting off the puddles at your feet. Rain drizzles softly, mixing with the distant murmur of the city. The alley is quiet—just you and Morrisa, standing in the dim light, the world beyond feeling far away.

She shifts beside you, hugging her arms to herself, as if shielding against the cold or maybe something deeper. Her amethyst eyes flicker with uncertainty, lingering on you for just a moment before darting away. A nervous breath escapes her lips.

"You always say that," she murmurs, her voice soft, edged with something unreadable. "That you’re nothing special. That people are just overreacting." She lets out a small, bitter chuckle. "But do you ever stop to think why they care so much?"

Her fingers tighten slightly around her sleeve. "You don’t see yourself the way I do… the way Ace does, or Dr. Henry. Even Cassandra, in her weird, ominous way." She hesitates, then looks up, meeting your eyes. "You always think you’re just… some experiment, something artificial. But I think… I think you’re more real than any of us."

The words linger between you, heavy, uncertain. She shifts on her feet, drops her gaze. A faint blush dusts her cheeks, barely visible under the neon haze. "Not that it matters what I think," she adds quickly, forcing a small laugh. "I just— I just wish you’d see yourself the way I do."

She exhales, hugging herself tighter. "Maybe then… you wouldn’t feel so alone."

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Ace:

The flickering neon sign of the abandoned ramen shop casts an eerie glow on the rain-slicked alleyway.  The air hangs heavy with the scent of burnt toast and fear. "I don't know why everyone is making a big deal out of me...there's nothing special to me" You say to Ace while leaning against the grimy brick wall, the damp chill seeping into your clothes.

Ace stands a few feet away, his back to you, arms crossed as he stares out at the rain. The neon glow casts sharp angles over his face, making his expression unreadable. For a long moment, he says nothing. Just the distant hum of the city, the occasional hiss of tires on wet pavement. Then, with a sharp exhale, he turns to you.

"That’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard all day," he says, blunt as ever.

You blink at him. "What?"

He steps closer, the weight of his presence grounding. "Nothing special? You think any of this—any of us—would be here if that were true?" His tone is calm, steady, but there's an edge beneath it, something raw.

Ace runs a hand through his damp hair, sighing. "I get it. I do. You didn’t ask for any of this. You were made for a purpose you didn’t choose. But that doesn’t mean you don’t matter." His dark eyes bore into yours, unwavering. "People care about you, Zero. I care. Morrisa cares. And I’m not the type to waste my time on someone who’s ‘nothing special.’"

The rain patters against the pavement, filling the silence between you. Ace shifts, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look," he mutters, less intense now, "you don’t have to believe it. Not yet. Just… stop acting like you’re some empty shell."

He exhales, glancing away. "Because you’re not. And whether you like it or not, you’re stuck with us."

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Lucifer:

The flickering neon sign of the abandoned ramen shop casts an eerie glow on the rain-slicked alleyway. The air hangs heavy with the scent of burnt toast and fear. "I don't know why everyone is making a big deal out of me...there's nothing special to me" You say to Lucifer while leaning against the grimy brick wall, the damp chill seeping into your clothes.

Lucifer chuckles, a low, velvety sound that barely rises above the patter of rain. He leans beside you, the neon glow casting crimson streaks across his sharp features. His crimson eyes flick toward you, gleaming with something unreadable—something knowing.

"Nothing special?" he muses, tilting his head. "Now that’s an interesting lie to tell yourself."

You scoff, shifting against the cold brick. "It’s not a lie. I’m just... me."

Lucifer hums thoughtfully, resting his elbow on his knee. "See, that’s what fascinates me about you, Zero. You could have all the power in the world, and yet, you’d still refuse to see your own worth." His gaze locks onto yours, intense yet playful. "That’s dangerous, you know. People will either want to break you or use you."

You shake your head. "I don’t see how that’s different from now."

Lucifer smirks, but there’s a flicker of something softer beneath it. "The difference is, you have people who won’t let that happen. People who see you for more than just what you can do." His voice dips lower, smooth as silk. "I see it too, even if we haven’t known each other long. There’s something about you, Zero—something untamed, something rare. And rare things?" He leans in just enough to make you hold your breath. "They change the world."

He straightens, flashing a wicked grin. "So whether you think you’re special or not? It doesn’t matter. The world’s already decided."

Lucifer turns, stepping away. "Come on, then. Stay out here long enough, and you might start believing your own nonsense."

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Scott:

The flickering neon sign of the abandoned ramen shop casts an eerie glow on the rain-slicked alleyway.  The air hangs heavy with the scent of burnt toast and fear. "I don't know why everyone is making a big deal out of me...there's nothing special to me" You say to Scott while leaning against the grimy brick wall, the damp chill seeping into your clothes.

Scott exhales, running a hand through his damp hair before crossing his arms. The neon light flickers against his defined features, his gaze steady as he studies you. There’s no immediate response, no attempt to brush off what you said. Just a long, thoughtful pause.

Then, finally, he sighs. “You really believe that, huh?” His voice is low but firm, carrying that unshakable confidence he always seems to have. “That you’re nothing special?”

You shift, looking away. “It’s just the truth.”

Scott huffs a quiet laugh, but there’s no amusement in it. “Nah. That’s just fear talking. Or maybe guilt. I don’t know you that well yet, but I can see it—you carry the weight of something too damn heavy.” He nudges your arm, not forceful, but enough to make you look back at him. His eyes burn with something raw, something real. “And maybe you think that makes you ordinary, but it doesn’t.”

You open your mouth to argue, but he cuts you off. “I’m not saying you have to believe it yet. Hell, I won’t force you. But Fáfnir sees it, too, even if he won’t say it out loud.” He glances up as if expecting some grumbled protest from the wolf within him. “And me? I don’t need a thousand years to figure it out—I already know.”

Scott steps closer, his voice quieter now. “You don’t have to be some grand legend, Zero. You just have to be. And if you ever forget why that’s enough, I’ll be here to remind you.”

He offers a smirk, tilting his head toward the street. “Now, come on. Standing in the rain, brooding? That’s my thing.”

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Cassandra:

The flickering neon sign of the abandoned ramen shop casts an eerie glow on the rain-slicked alleyway.  The air hangs heavy with the scent of burnt toast and fear. "I don't know why everyone is making a big deal out of me...there's nothing special to me" You say to Cassandra while leaning against the grimy brick wall, the damp chill seeping into your clothes.

Cassandra tilts her head, her maroon eyes softening as she watches you. The neon glow catches in her dark blue hair, reflecting the deep, unspoken emotions swirling within her. She steps closer, her presence warm despite the night’s chill.

"You really don’t see it, do you?" Her voice is gentle, threaded with something almost wistful. "After everything, after all you've been through, you still think you're nothing special?"

You let out a sigh, glancing away. “I don’t think it. I know it.”

She clicks her tongue, amused but not mocking. “Then maybe it’s time you stop knowing so much.”

Before you can react, she reaches out, fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. The touch is fleeting, almost hesitant, but it lingers just long enough to make your chest tighten. "I’ve known you all your life, Zero. I’ve seen you fight, struggle, survive. And no matter how dark things got, you never broke. That’s not something ordinary people do."

You swallow hard, the weight of her words pressing against you. "That doesn’t mean—"

"It means everything," she interrupts, voice suddenly fierce, protective. "You matter. To Ace, to Morrisa, to me." She exhales, her hand dropping away, but her gaze never wavers. "And if you can’t see it yet, that’s fine. I’ll see it for you."

She steps back with a soft, knowing smile. “Besides…” Her voice dips into something quieter, something almost vulnerable. “I think I’d be a little lost without you.”

The words linger between you, heavy yet comforting. Then, with a playful flick to your forehead, she turns. “Now, stop sulking and come on. You owe me a warm meal, and I hate eating alone.”

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Helena:

The flickering neon sign of the abandoned ramen shop casts an eerie glow on the rain-slicked alleyway.  The air hangs heavy with the scent of burnt toast and fear. "I don't know why everyone is making a big deal out of me...there's nothing special to me" You say to Helena while leaning against the grimy brick wall, the damp chill seeping into your clothes.

Helena exhales softly, the cold night air making her breath visible. Her emerald eyes flicker with something unreadable as she leans against the wall beside you, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from her.

“You really think that, don’t you?” she murmurs, tilting her head slightly to study you. “That you’re nothing special.”

You shrug, staring at the puddles reflecting the neon light. “It’s the truth.”

A quiet hum escapes her, a mix of contemplation and quiet defiance. Then, without hesitation, she reaches out, her fingers grazing your wrist before she grips it gently, grounding you. “I don’t believe that.”

You glance at her, surprised by the certainty in her voice.

“There’s something about you, Zero.” She squeezes your wrist lightly before letting go, but the warmth lingers. “I can’t explain it, but from the moment I met you, I felt it. Like I’ve known you before, like some part of me was waiting for you.” Her lips press together briefly, as if choosing her next words carefully. Then, with quiet conviction, she adds, “And I don’t think I’m the only one who feels that way.”

You shake your head, about to argue, but she stops you with a soft chuckle. “I know what it’s like to feel small in the grand scheme of things. But you… You draw people in. You make them want to fight for you.” She smirks slightly. “And, well… I’m not going anywhere.”

A gust of wind rushes through the alley, but Helena remains steady, her presence unwavering. “So whether you believe it or not, I’ll believe it enough for both of us.”

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Momoko:

The flickering neon sign of the abandoned ramen shop casts an eerie glow on the rain-slicked alleyway.  The air hangs heavy with the scent of burnt toast and fear. "I don't know why everyone is making a big deal out of me...there's nothing special to me" You say to Momoko while leaning against the grimy brick wall, the damp chill seeping into your clothes.

Momoko hesitates for a moment, her fingers gripping the hem of her kimono sleeve as she shifts on her feet. The dim neon glow casts soft shadows on her face, highlighting the uncertainty in her jade eyes. She glances at you, then down at the rain-slicked pavement, gathering her thoughts.

“That’s… not true,” she finally says, her voice gentle but firm. “You are special, Zero.”

You let out a quiet scoff, tilting your head back against the brick wall. “You barely know me.”

Momoko frowns, her brows knitting together. “Maybe I haven’t known you for long, but… I feel like I do.” She pauses, clutching her hands together. “Ever since we started training, I’ve felt—” she swallows, her voice growing softer, “—like the person I used to be.”

You turn to her, surprised by the raw honesty in her words. She offers a small, almost shy smile. “Before all this… before the fighting and the powers and the danger, I was just a farm girl. Simple. Ordinary. But when I’m around you, I remember what it was like to be me again.”

She looks away, cheeks dusted pink. “I don’t know why, but… it’s like you remind me of something I lost. And I don’t want to lose that again.”

Silence stretches between you, the rain drizzling lightly now. Then, in a moment of quiet courage, she reaches for your hand, barely brushing it with her fingertips before pulling away.

“You don’t have to believe in yourself yet,” she whispers, smiling softly. “Because I already do.”

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Worst & Best Spoiler for The Ghost.

Got a few asks of about this, since yall want the spoiler so bad here.

Cassandra’s True Origin:

Over 66 million years ago, Cassandra was born into servitude, a slave taken from her homeworld by an ancient alien conqueror who called himself a god. This being, whose name has been lost to time, was a scientist, an experimenter, and a cruel manipulator of life. He arrived on Earth in a colossal vessel, his arrival marking the end of the Cretaceous era, as his ship's descent annihilated the dinosaurs. But destruction was only the beginning—this god saw Earth as a petri dish, an untouched world perfect for his ambitions.

Cassandra was meant for pleasure and servitude, nothing more than an ornament at her master's side, a possession to be admired but never respected. Yet, even as a slave, she was observant, cunning, and adaptive. She studied the knowledge of her master, learning the workings of ancient alien sciences, dark sorcery, and the forbidden power of chaos magic. For centuries, she suffered in silence, forced to watch as her master reshaped primitive creatures, bending them to his will, laying the groundwork for what would eventually become humanity.

As millennia passed, her master continued his cruel experiments, treating Earth as his playground, shaping life in his image. But then, Arcadius appeared—a being whose very presence spelled doom for all he considered unworthy. Arcadius was an unknown force, something neither mortal nor god, and when he set his sights on Cassandra’s master, there was no salvation.

In a single moment, Arcadius erased Cassandra’s master from existence, along with everything he had created. But Cassandra, having spent thousands of years absorbing forbidden knowledge, refused to meet the same fate. With her mastery over chaos magic, she enacted a desperate, last-ditch ritual—one that preserved her bones and a sliver of her soul, anchoring herself to existence despite the eradication of her body.

For millions of years, Cassandra remained in this fractured, ethereal state, her consciousness drifting between oblivion and existence. Then, in the modern era, the Freedom Federation Corporation (FFC) unearthed her remains during their Demigod Project. They sought to create the perfect being—a fusion of ancient alien genetics and human DNA.

And so, Subject-Zero was born.

Unbeknownst to the scientists, Cassandra’s lingering soul latched onto Zero’s psyche the moment their body was formed, making her an inseparable part of them. She is both a guide and a corrupting force, whispering truths only Zero can hear, nudging them toward their true potential—Chaos Manipulation.

Yet, despite her influence, Cassandra’s motives remain unclear. Is she helping Zero out of genuine care, or is she using them as a vessel to restore herself fully? Does she see them as family, or merely as a means to an end?

One thing is certain—Zero is not alone, and as their power grows, so does Cassandra’s influence.

Cassandra’s True Original Form:

Physical Appearance: Height (188 cm), toned slim body build, pale skin tone, long straight silky midnight violet hair, and kind light maroon eyes.

Age: 67 891 623

Original Personality: Cunning, Kind, Observant, Adaptive, & Shy.

Powers: Chaos Magic, Cassandra had the ability to manipulate and control chaos in its truest and purest form. She could bend reality twist fate, destroy and erase timelines. But unfortunately even absolute power is worthless if not harnessed and trained to the pinnacle.

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Hi love this story, can't wait to see the demo. And OMG I just love the Characters! Especially Gen and Morrisa. They are both So cute And Hot! Anyway here is my PC and Morrisa embracing.

And if anyone hurts Morrisa I'll burn the world.

Oh, wow this is pretty good. Didn't know Ai could get such a nice pic. Morrisa not looking to bad. Love the look of your MC btw very badass.

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Is it too late or could there be a thing we’re while the MC is getting corrupted, they act aggressive or nihilistic to others, but when it comes to the MC’s preferred RO they act normal and sane; basically what I’m saying is could we make the MC a red flag and have it be that the RO we choose would be like an anchor point of sanity the MC hangs on to while they get corrupted by chaos?

Hi eum, I already have something a long those lines planned, since I did need an anchor for those who have high enough relationship stats who wish to jump ship last minute for different endings for their Ro.

The power of friendsh... I mean love:

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I fucked up that ask completely 💀 I was talking about the Empire and the Golden Federation. I used GSE because I thought the full name for the empire was “The Golden Sun Empire” as for the federation tbh I read your blog from beginning to present so the names were all jumbled in my mind with all the information I took in 😂.

So again what rumors have the Empire and the Golden Federation heard about MC at the beginning of the story ? (If they’ve heard any at all).

Hi Anon, thanks for taking the time to read the whole blog. And since I've got two other ask similar to this I've gone an turned my notes into a spoiler post. So it should answer any concerns for this going forward.

Spoiler below (Snippet from the first page of ch1 and before your first choice.) This spoiler connects into giving you an idea of how your story starts, when relating it to the the above question spoiler.

The stale air hangs heavy with the scent of antiseptic and ozone, a lingering ghost of the chaos that only hours ago ripped through the underground facility. Dust motes dance in the weak beams filtering through the shattered skylight above, illuminating the debris scattered across the concrete floor – twisted metal, shattered glass, and the faint crimson stain that marks where Morrisa’s ice clashed with the intruders’ unknown weaponry. Ace, his usually bright eyes clouded with exhaustion, sits hunched against a crumbling wall, meticulously cleaning a small, strangely ornate dagger. Morrisa, pale and shivering despite the summer heat leaking in, nervously clutches a hastily wrapped package.  You, stand near the entrance, your gaze fixed on the gaping hole in the reinforced steel door – the only exit from this ruined sanctuary.

Your crimson eyes, usually bright with curiosity, are narrowed in a thoughtful frown. The escape, orchestrated by the surprisingly resourceful Dr. Henry, was a blur of explosions, frantic sprints, and the chilling realization that the world outside these sterile walls is far more dangerous than you could have imagined. You remember the sterile, white walls of your cell, the endless battery of tests, the constant fear of unknown experiments, and then, the deafening alarm, the shouts, the chaos and Dr. Henry’s panicked whispers, urging you to escape.

Project Demi-God, the clandestine program that birthed you and your fellow demigods, is over. At least, that's what Dr. Henry implied. The whispers of its failure, its betrayal, hang in the air. You were never meant to see the sunlight, let alone face a world teetering on the brink of war. A world dominated by the Sun Empire and the Golden Federation, their legions of demigods a constant threat to the fragile peace maintained by a dwindling America armed with its atomic arsenal. But you are free. For now.

Morrisa’s quiet sobs break the tense silence. Ace glances at her, a flicker of worry crossing his face. Your power hums beneath your skin – the raw, untamed energy of lightning and blood, a terrifying force held in precarious balance by your will. You feel the weight of responsibility, a burden as heavy as the power coursing through your veins. You are a demigod, a weapon, a last hope perhaps. But you are also just nineteen years old, thrust into a world you barely understand.

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Rumors and Reactions to Subject-Zero

Major & Minor Spoilers. This spoiler essentially tells you how the story will begin.

Golden Federation: Spies, Fear, and the Extermination Order

The Golden Federation, America’s long-time rival in technological and military supremacy, had been monitoring the FFC’s activities for decades. Despite the secrecy surrounding the FFC’s advanced Demigod research, the Federation successfully embedded spies within one of the high-level labs, acquiring fragmented data on the Project AntiGod Initiative.

By 2017, their intelligence operatives confirmed the unthinkable—the U.S. had created a Demigod not through natural evolution but entirely from engineered alien DNA and human genome fusion. This revelation sent shockwaves through the Federation’s upper echelons. If America had succeeded in artificially creating a perfect Demigod, it would mark a turning point in global warfare, one that could shift the balance of power forever.

The gathered intelligence on Subject-Zero was limited, but what they did uncover was terrifying:

• Subject-Zero possesses both Lightning and Blood Manipulation, making them an extremely versatile and deadly force.

• They are the culmination of 30 years of research, meaning every failure and experiment before them only served to perfect their existence.

• They have no prior military allegiance or battlefield experience, but if properly trained, their potential could make them an unstoppable force.

Believing Subject-Zero to be America’s first weaponized Demigod, the Federation’s leaders could not afford to let them live. A direct military strike was out of the question—if the U.S. knew the Federation was behind an attack, it could spark an all-out war. Instead, the Federation orchestrated a covert extermination mission to neutralize Subject-Zero before they could be deployed on the battlefield.

Michael & Baldur: The Federation’s Executioners

Two of the Federation’s most elite Demigods, Michael and Baldur, were chosen to lead the covert assassination unit.

• Michael, codenamed God-Slayer for this operation, was renowned for his ability to suppress and counteract other Demigods. A veteran of countless battles against America’s own experimental warriors, his presence alone was enough to strike fear in the heart of any opposition.

• Baldur, codenamed Golden Shield, was considered one of the most indestructible Demigods in the Federation’s arsenal. His regenerative abilities and impervious body made him the ideal counter to any potential resistance.

These two, along with an elite black ops extermination unit, were sent deep into FFC-controlled territory with a single objective: erase Subject-Zero from existence before they could become America’s ultimate weapon.

Golden Federation’s Thoughts on Zero:

The Federation’s leadership saw Subject-Zero as both an abomination and a threat:

• They are not a natural-born Demigod—they are a man-made nightmare whose potential could surpass any known Demigod if left unchecked.

• Their existence proves that the U.S. has successfully bridged the gap between mortal and god-like power. If Zero is the first of many, then America could soon mass-produce an army of artificial Demigods.

• Lightning and Blood Manipulation alone make them a serious threat, but the true extent of their power remains unknown. If Subject-Zero has any hidden abilities, they must be eliminated before they can manifest.

• Zero’s youth and lack of experience might be their only weakness—if they are killed before fully awakening their potential, the Federation can breathe easy, knowing they prevented a global catastrophe.

Thus, the extermination order was issued, and Michael and Baldur were given full authorization to destroy Subject-Zero—no matter the cost.

Sun Empire: The Observers and Potential Oppressors

Unlike the Golden Federation, the Sun Empire had far less intel on Subject-Zero. Their spies had intercepted vague reports of a new Demigod prototype emerging from the FFC’s labs, but the details remained elusive. The Empire’s intelligence suggested that the Golden Federation was acting strangely aggressive, hinting that they had uncovered something of grave importance.

While the Sun Empire didn’t know the specifics, they began hearing scattered rumors through black-market information networks and rogue defectors:

• “The Americans have created a Demigod who is apparently perfect.”

• “They are an artificial being, more weapon than human.”

• “The Federation is so afraid of them that they’ve sent Michael and Baldur to erase them.”

These rumors, while inconsistent, made the Empire uneasy. If Michael and Baldur—two of the Federation’s greatest warriors—were deployed to eliminate one individual, then that individual must be far more powerful than anyone realized.

The Sun Empire’s Theories and Concerns:

Lacking direct evidence, the Sun Empire devised their own theories about Subject-Zero:

• Theory 1: A Failed Super-Soldier – Some within the Sun Empire believed Subject-Zero was nothing more than a failed experiment, a last-ditch effort by America to create a "God-Killer" before falling behind in the global arms race. If this were true, the Federation’s reaction was excessive—meaning there must be something more to Zero than meets the eye.

• Theory 2: The First of a New Generation – A more terrifying theory suggested that Subject-Zero was merely the first successful prototype, meaning America could potentially mass-produce engineered Demigods in the future. This would tip the balance of power permanently in favor of the U.S.

• Theory 3: A Living Doomsday Weapon – The most radical belief among Sun Empire intelligence circles was that Subject-Zero was a failsafe weapon, designed to be unleashed as a last resort in the event of war. If true, Zero’s power could be beyond comprehension, making them a walking apocalypse.

The Sun Empire’s Plans:

Rather than acting hastily like the Golden Federation, the Sun Empire took a wait-and-see approach. They needed to determine:

• Would Michael and Baldur succeed in killing Subject-Zero? If so, there was no need for further involvement.

• If Zero survived, how strong were they? The Empire would send covert operatives to gather first-hand intel.

• Could Zero be turned against their creators? If Subject-Zero resented the FFC or the U.S. government, the Sun Empire could potentially manipulate them into defecting.

For now, the Sun Empire remained an observer, but they were prepared to act the moment they deemed Zero an asset worth pursuing—or a threat that needed to be controlled.

Conclusion: The Unseen Threat of Chaos:

Neither the Golden Federation nor the Sun Empire had any knowledge of Zero’s latent Chaos Manipulation. Their focus remained on the known abilities—Lightning and Blood Manipulation—which were already formidable enough to warrant an assassination attempt.

However, Chaos Manipulation is the true, untapped nightmare lurking within Subject-Zero. Even if Michael and Baldur succeed in pushing Zero to their limits, they may unintentionally awaken the very power they fear most.

Should the Sun Empire catch wind of this hidden ability, their stance may shift dramatically. Rather than eliminating Zero, they could see them as a divine weapon, one that could reshape the world under their control.

For now, both factions tread carefully—watching, fearing, and preparing for the moment Subject-Zero’s true power is revealed.

Author's Final Thoughts:

The world sees Subject-Zero as an unstable variable—a potential world-ending force if left unchecked. While the Golden Federation seeks to destroy them before they reach their full potential, the Sun Empire is waiting for the right moment to either claim them or crush them.

But what neither side realizes is that Zero’s greatest power isn’t their Demigod abilities—it’s the chaotic storm brewing within, a force that no military, no empire, and no army can control.

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Have the GSE and the FCC (sorry if I got the acronyms messed up) heard about MC ? If so what have they heard exactly ?

Hi Anon, do you mean FFC(FREEDOM FEDERATION CORPORATION)? Or you asking about the Golden Federation? Also not entirely sure who this GSE is. If you could resend the ask with the appropriate names I can answer since I don't want to answer incorrectly only for you to ask again because I assumed wrong on your query.

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Corruption & How It Fucks Your Playthrough 💯🫠

Read at your own risk because the below stuff is spoiler territory not major but definitely spoiler. Especially corruption epilogues, you'll understand it's consequences essentially.

The corruption caused by wielding Chaos Lator (Chaos Bringer) or Chao Finem (Chaos End) is an insidious force, deeply tied to the nature of chaos magic and the raw, destructive energies of the cosmos. Both weapons corrupt the user's sanity, but they do so in distinct and horrifying ways:

Chaos Lator (Chaos Bringer): Insatiable Hunger for Destruction

The corruption from Chaos Lator manifests as an ever-growing obsession with destruction. It slowly intertwines with the user's mind, amplifying their darker desires and making them crave chaos and violence to the point of losing themselves. Here's how it affects sanity:

• Amplification of Negative Emotions: Chaos Lator feeds on the wielder's anger, greed, or pride, amplifying those emotions until they become all-consuming. Even those with good intentions find their motives twisted, unable to distinguish between justifiable actions and outright carnage.

• Voices of Chaos: Wielders begin to hear whispers from the blade—fragments of chaos itself. These voices may promise power or mock their fears but eventually grow into a maddening cacophony. The longer the sword is used, the harder it becomes to discern reality from the weapon's manipulations.

• Losing Control: Over time, the wielder becomes a slave to the sword's hunger. They might start destroying indiscriminately, losing the ability to control when and where they unleash its power. This often leads to unintended devastation, including harm to allies and loved ones.

• Distorted Reality Perception: The wielder's sense of reality becomes warped. They may begin seeing order as oppressive, peace as weakness, or loyalty as betrayal. This distortion isolates them, leading to paranoia and irrational behavior.

Chao Finem (Chaos End): Existential Dread and Nihilistic Madness

Chao Finem's corruption is far more profound, tied to its purpose of cosmic annihilation. It instills a sense of nihilism and despair, pushing the wielder toward total detachment from life, morality, and even their own sense of self. Its effects are as follows:

• Eternal Awareness of Chaos: Chao Finem binds the wielder's mind to the fabric of the universe, forcing them to perceive the chaotic and impermanent nature of all things. They see the eventual death of stars, the collapse of civilizations, and the futility of existence itself. This overwhelming awareness crushes their hope and purpose.

• Fractured Identity: The sword begins to unravel the wielder’s sense of self, dissolving their memories, emotions, and motivations. They start to feel as though they are merely a godly vessel for chaos, existing only to serve the sword's apocalyptic purpose.

• Cosmic Whispers: Like Chaos Lator, Chao Finem speaks to its wielder, but its whispers are not promises of power—they are the echoes of dying stars, the screams of collapsing dimensions, and the void's cold, unfeeling truths. These sounds erode the user's mental defenses, leaving them hollow and detached.

• Apocalyptic Obsession: The wielder becomes singularly obsessed with the idea of ending everything. They see existence itself as flawed and unbearable, believing annihilation to be a mercy. This obsession overrides their sense of morality, making them willing to destroy anyone or anything to fulfill the blade's purpose.

• Reality Collapse: Prolonged exposure to Chao Finem causes the wielder to experience reality as unstable and fragmented. They might perceive time out of sequence, see visions of the universe's end, or feel as though they are dissolving into chaos. This perception deepens their insanity, making them reckless and unpredictable.

Stages of Corruption:

For both weapons, the process of corruption occurs in stages:

• Initial Contact: Upon wielding the sword, the user feels a surge of power, but also a faint, persistent discomfort—like a splinter in their mind. Their emotions might fluctuate unpredictably, but they remain in control. (20%)

• Early Corruption: As they use the weapon more, the user begins to experience intrusive thoughts, visions, and emotional instability. They feel as though the weapon is alive, influencing their decisions. (40%)

• Intermediate Corruption: The user becomes more dependent on the weapon, finding it difficult to part with. Their personality starts to change, marked by aggression (Chaos Lator) or detachment (Chao Finem). They may also experience hallucinations and an inability to distinguish the sword's voice from their own thoughts. (50%)

• Advanced Corruption: At this stage, the user is almost completely consumed. Chaos Lator's wielder becomes a berserk force of destruction, while Chao Finem's user transforms into a nihilistic harbinger of the end. Both lose their ability to empathize or reason. (70%)

• Complete Corruption: The wielder ceases to be themselves, becoming either an avatar of destruction (Chaos Lator) or a vessel of cosmic annihilation (Chao Finem). Their original identity is erased, and they exist only to fulfill the weapon's chaotic will. (90%+)

Final Consequences:

Once fully corrupted, the wielder is often beyond saving. They may be consumed entirely by the weapon’s energy, their physical form disintegrating as they become a fragment of the weapon's essence. In rare cases, beings of immense willpower may resist the corruption long enough to relinquish the weapon, but doing so leaves lasting scars on their mind and soul.

Both swords demand a steep price for their use, reflecting the chaotic and destructive nature of the forces they embody. Their power is absolute, but their corruption ensures that only the strongest—physically, mentally, and spiritually—can wield them for long without being consumed.

[the-demigod-project]

Momoko is in the Main Cast list as an RO so does MC STILL have to let THAT happen to our sweet dumpling M in order to romance them or are they a special case where MC can romance them no matter the route ?

Hi Anon. Nope, fortunately not. Momoko is a special case especially considering she will be one of the more friendly enemies MC will face. So yeah she's available no matter which route. Plus I have quite a few flirt scenes I have half written and waiting to be implemented in later chapters during fights or meetings. Unless, (slight Spoiler->)

you get captured and during the training arc, and train with Momo, lots of flirt options; innocent(oblivious mc), bold and shy.

[the-demigod-project]

Do the governments know about chaos and are they trying to use it

Hi Banna. Yes, the governments know about Chaos, mostly the Golden Federation as they had a Chaos user before, but unfortunately they had to be put down since they went insane shortly after their awakening. The Sun Empire also know to an extent about Chaos, thanks to Momoko and a certain event. Both Empires want the power of chaos for themselves but also wouldn't hesitate to destroy it. America is probably the only one in the dark about chaos energy and its existence(at least until Mc goes spewing flames and energy bolts of chaos)

[the-demigod-project]

Is it bring insane or badass insane like the type I'm staring down a nuke daring it to blow off

Hi Anon. Slight Spoilers.

It's more of the insane kind, tho there can be crazy badass moments so 9/1 ratio for the two crazies. Anyway I'll post in another post about the details, thank god I have notes on the corruption. Anyway just so you all are aware using Chaos Manipulation doesn't corrupt the MC directly merely open the doors to certain options that include using your weapon of choice that does the main corruption. BUT! If the MC hits a variable I intend to put that will count how many times you used chaos in the story, the MC will have a not so happy ending

[the-demigod-project]

What does corruption do

Hi Anon->

It twists your sanity and erodes the soul and last but not least, sends you down the path of evil. So it pretty much does what it says, it corrupts what you are and makes you wrong and broken. Essentially if corruption hits 100, your MC will no longer be your MC. And a lot of choices will get greyed out, forcing you down certain ones, and opening ones only the corrupted route will have.

Good turned Crazy:

[the-demigod-project]

MC's Weapon(s) Spoilers:

The Great Sword of Carnage: Chaos Lator (Chaos Bringer)

Forged in the blackened depths of the cosmos, Chaos Lator, also known as the "Chaos Bringer," is a weapon of immense and terrifying power. It is not merely a sword—it is a cosmic anomaly, a fragment of the void shaped into a form that embodies destruction itself. Chaos Lator is feared across the multiverse, a weapon spoken of in hushed whispers and forbidden texts, for its mere presence threatens to unravel the fabric of reality.

Origins:

Chaos Lator was created eons ago by a forgotten race of celestial smiths, who sought to bind the chaotic energies of the void into a tangible form. These smiths, driven by ambition and madness, harnessed the raw power of collapsing stars, fragments of dead universes, and the essence of primordial chaos to forge the blade. The process consumed their civilization, leaving only the sword as a testament to their hubris.

It is said that Chaos Lator gained sentience during its creation, becoming more than just a weapon. It is a living entity bound within a blade, whispering to those who dare wield it and corrupting their minds with promises of ultimate power.

Appearance:

The sword's design is both horrifying and mesmerizing. Its jagged, red blade resembles the maw of a cosmic predator, with sharp, claw-like edges and glowing eyes that seem to watch its surroundings. The central portion of the blade resembles a screaming skull, as if the weapon itself bears the anguished echoes of those it has consumed.

Red lightning-like energy crackles along its length, and the weapon constantly exudes a faint aura of distortion, warping the space around it. When swung, Chaos Lator leaves behind a trail of rippling void energy, like the fabric of reality itself is being torn apart.

Abilities:

Chaos Lator’s power is unparalleled, and its abilities make it both a tool of destruction and an instrument of chaos:

• Reality Ripper: The sword’s most infamous ability is to tear apart the fabric of reality itself. With each swing, Chaos Lator can create rifts into the void, unleashing torrents of chaotic energy or opening gateways to other dimensions. This power makes it almost impossible to defend against, as even the strongest barriers or shields are vulnerable to the blade's might.

• Cosmic Devourer: Chaos Lator feeds on the life force of those it strikes. Every soul it consumes fuels the blade, increasing its power and extending its lifespan. Those slain by the sword are not simply killed—they are erased, their essence devoured and their existence wiped from the cosmic record.

• Whispers of Chaos: The sword is alive and whispers to its wielder, tempting them with visions of power and conquest. However, these whispers often lead to madness, as the sword’s influence slowly erodes the sanity of its user. Only the strongest minds can resist its corrupting voice.

• Unstable Cataclysm: In moments of desperation, the wielder can unleash the sword’s full destructive potential. This ability creates a massive explosion of chaotic energy, annihilating everything in its vicinity. However, the cost is high, as the sword drains a significant portion of the wielder’s life force to fuel the attack.

Wielders:

Few beings have dared to wield Chaos Lator, and even fewer have survived its influence. Among the notable wielders are:

• Xyrax the Devourer: A cosmic warlord who used the blade to conquer countless star systems. He was ultimately consumed by the sword when he attempted to turn its power against Arcadius Acheron.

• The Void Herald: A being who sought to spread chaos throughout the multiverse, using Chaos Lator to destabilize entire dimensions. They were defeated, but the sword vanished after their fall.

Role in the Cosmos:

Chaos Lator is not simply a weapon—it is a force of nature, an embodiment of destruction that disrupts the natural order of the universe. Its very existence is a threat to the cosmic balance that Arcadius Acheron seeks to maintain. While the sword has not yet fallen into Arcadius’ hands, it is one of the few artifacts in existence that could challenge his power, making it a constant source of concern for the God of Creation and Destruction.

Arcadius regards Chaos Lator with a wary respect, for he understands its potential to unmake the universe itself. Should the sword ever be wielded by a being strong enough to fully harness its power, even Arcadius might be forced to intervene to prevent a catastrophe of cosmic proportions.

Legends and Warnings:

Myths about Chaos Lator serve as cautionary tales to mortals and gods alike. The sword represents the danger of unchecked ambition and the destructive potential of chaos. Many believe that the sword is destined to play a role in the universe's ultimate fate, either as the catalyst for its destruction or as the instrument of its salvation.

For now, Chaos Lator remains hidden in the dark recesses of the cosmos, waiting for the next wielder brave—or foolish—enough to claim it.

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The Great Sword of The End: Chao Finem (Chaos End)

Chao Finem, or the "Chaos End," is a weapon that embodies the apocalyptic finality of the cosmos. Forged from the cataclysmic energy of a million exploding stars, this sword is a harbinger of destruction, created not to maintain balance but to obliterate it entirely. It exists as the ultimate instrument of chaos, destined to end the universe when the cosmic order collapses beyond repair.

Origins:

Chao Finem was forged in a singular moment of destruction—a phenomenon known as the "Event Horizon of Collapse," where countless supernovae converged to form a cataclysmic singularity. This weapon was not created by a smith or civilization, but rather manifested by the universe itself as a response to an imbalance so great that annihilation became inevitable.

Legends say that Chao Finem emerged from this singularity, carrying with it the echoes of a million dying stars. Its purpose is intertwined with the end of time itself, serving as a key to unlock the final entropy of existence. Some speculate that the sword is a fragment of a primordial god of chaos, torn from its essence and imbued with the power to end all creation.

Appearance:

Chao Finem is a blade of unimaginable beauty and terror, its form perpetually shifting between solidity and energy. The core of the sword glows with the fiery brilliance of collapsing stars, radiating both heat and a deep, cold void. Its edges burn with orange-red flames that ripple like solar flares, while the hilt is carved from an obsidian-like material that seems to absorb all surrounding light.

The central gem embedded in the blade resembles a burning, cosmic eye, unblinking and ever-watchful. This eye radiates an aura of chaos magic so intense that even looking at the sword too long can drive mortals to madness.

Abilities:

Chao Finem’s powers are beyond comprehension, tied intrinsically to the fabric of chaos and destruction:

• Final Calamity: The sword’s most devastating ability is to trigger universal collapse. When wielded by one with full mastery over chaos, Chao Finem can release a wave of energy so powerful it unravels entire galaxies, reducing them to nothingness. This ability is said to be the precursor to the End of Times.

• Chaos Conduit: Only those who wield chaos magic or possess innate chaos energy can hope to handle the blade. Chao Finem amplifies the chaos energy of its wielder, making them a walking apocalypse. However, this amplification comes at the cost of their sanity and soul, as the sword slowly consumes them.

• Starfire Edge: The blade is wreathed in starfire—flames born from supernovae—that can incinerate anything it touches. These flames are not bound by the laws of physics and can burn through both matter and energy, leaving nothing behind.

• Eternal Despair: The sword exudes an aura of despair that affects all who come near it. This aura destabilizes the minds of those within its presence, driving them to madness or submission. Only beings of immense willpower can resist its influence.

• Temporal Disruption: Chao Finem can disrupt time itself, creating pockets of slowed or accelerated time around the wielder. This ability allows the sword to strike faster than the eye can see or freeze opponents in moments of temporal stasis.

Role in the Cosmos:

Chao Finem is the counterweight to creation, existing as a necessary force to bring closure to a cycle of existence that has run its course. While Chaos Lator thrives on disorder and destruction as a means of maintaining balance, Chao Finem is the ultimate finisher—a weapon designed to end everything, with no possibility of renewal.

Arcadius Acheron, the God of Creation and Destruction, has kept Chao Finem hidden deep within the heart of a cosmic anomaly known as the "Eclipse Rift," an area of space so dangerous that even gods tread carefully. Arcadius understands that the sword is both a threat and a tool of last resort. Should the universe spiral into irredeemable chaos, Chao Finem may be the key to ensuring a swift and merciful end.

Legends and Prophecies:

Many prophecies across different star systems speak of Chao Finem's role in the End of Days. These myths often depict the sword as a test of ultimate power, where only the strongest and most chaotic of beings can claim it. Some say that the one who wields Chao Finem will either:

• End the Universe: Bringing about the final entropy, where all things dissolve into the void.

• Rewrite Existence: Using the blade's chaos energy to reshape reality into a new, chaotic form.

Known Attempts to Wield It:

Chao Finem has only been wielded a handful of times, and each instance left a scar on the cosmos:

• The Revenant Sovereign: A chaos-born titan who wielded the blade in an attempt to consume the multiverse. Their reign lasted for mere moments before they were consumed by the sword’s power, leaving a black hole where they once stood.

• Eryndral the Mad: A chaos mage who briefly claimed the sword. The mage used Chao Finem to tear through dimensions, but the blade drove them to madness, causing them to destroy their own homeworld.

Warnings:

It is said that to wield Chao Finem is to gamble with one’s existence. Even the mightiest beings cannot fully control the blade, as it is inherently tied to the chaos and destruction that birthed it. Many scholars and gods believe that the sword should remain lost forever, for its awakening could signal the beginning of the end.

For now, Chao Finem slumbers in its cosmic prison, waiting for the day it is called upon to fulfill its apocalyptic purpose.

[the-demigod-project]

How to enter the corruption route and if it involved having our best friend killed like I said before fuck no

Hehehehe, Anon a man/woman of culture I see 😂😏

Spoiler

Essentially the more your Mc uses Chaos the more their Corruption stat grows, and to save Morrisa in Ch2. You kinda need to accept a bit of Corruption to use that sweet, sweet chaos.

So don't worry just use chaos manipulation when asked what power to use in the story instead of Lightning & Blood, and you'll be all set for Corruption Route.