They thought he was harmless.
They strapped him down, drugged him, dissected him.
Now they’ve met the thing he became.

Twelve-year-old Tristen was no soldier. No weapon. No one special.

At least, that’s what the black site reports said—Subject 016: “Oracle.” No visible mutations. No confirmed psionics. Just a strange boy who whispered about the future.

But when the sedation fades, and the lies fall apart, something else wakes up inside him—something gifted, not born. A voice. A system. A template.

Not evolution.
Performance.

In a single night, the lab burns.
Dozens die screaming.
And Tristen vanishes.

He wasn’t a mutant.
He was an audience-chosen anomaly.
And now, they’re watching what he’ll become next.

I'm really sorry, but there won't be any updates today or tomorrow. I have my OSCE exams coming up, and I need to focus on that. However, once I'm done, I plan to mass release chapters to make it up to you all!


Thanks for your understanding and support!


Chapter 9 - Author note