Kill to evolve: A system that demands blood

Chapter 2

Ronan gasped as his eyes flew open.

His chest rose and fell in sharp, ragged breaths.

That wasn't possible, how was he still alive?

He remembered dying—bullets reversing midair, slamming into his chest, the agony of his body shutting down. He had felt his life slip away.

Yet here he was.

Flat on his back on the cold floor of Lab-06.

He sucked in a deep breath, hands trembling as he touched his chest. His uniform was still torn where the bullets had hit, but beneath the fabric—his skin was intact. Not a single wound.

"What the hell..." His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

A sharp ding echoed in his skull.

[SYSTEM INITIALIZED.]