Earth's Alpha Prime

Now, as Jay sat in the seating area, surrounded by the noises of the Colosseum, his mind replayed the conversation he had with Urzo in vivid detail. Then he delved into all of Urzo's memories, but something felt amiss—there were glaring gaps, particularly between Days 13 and 20.

It wasn't a coincidence. Urzo had likely taken deliberate steps to conceal those days, either by erasing the memories himself or by having someone with the ability to store among those he possessed. 

It was a deliberate precaution, anticipating Jay's ability to delve into his thoughts and extract memories through the Possession Seeds.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Jay frowned, his instincts sharpening. After going through all his memories, Jay knew of Urzo's meticulous nature and he always had backup plans. Whatever Urzo was hiding, Jay knew it was already in motion. Though he couldn't discern what it was, he steeled himself to face it head-on when the time came.

As Jay's thoughts wandered back to Urzo's tortured past, a new question emerged, gnawing at the edges of his mind. 

'What kind of world could create someone like Urzo? A world so cold and merciless, where survival was a privilege and life was treated as a commodity—measured not by its worth, but by its usefulness to those in power. A world where compassion was a weakness and cruelty was the only currency that mattered.'

The glimpses Jay had seen of what Urzo had done to his home planet were chilling. Revenge simmered at their core, but the lengths Urzo was willing to go, the measures he took were nothing short of monstrous.

Jay sighed as he considered the dark cycle perpetuated by Urzo's world—a cycle that had created someone capable of wreaking the same suffering he had endured.

Urzo's home planet was a marvel of advanced technology, a glittering jewel in the galaxy. Yet beneath its polished surface lay a festering divide. Resources were scarce, and the elite—barely one percent of the population—hoarded them behind towering domes of impenetrable steel and glass. 

Outside these domes were the wastelands, barren and lifeless, where the rest of the population scrounged for survival. To the elites, the wastelanders were nothing more than tools—expendable, replaceable, and utterly insignificant.

Life in the wastelands was brutal, and survival came at the cost of hope.

Urzo was born into this desolation, the youngest of three siblings in a family that fought fiercely to protect one another. His father, Lyth, scavenged the ruins for scraps to keep the family fed, while his mother, Emira, worked tirelessly as a healer, using what little they had to help others in their settlement. 

Urzo's older siblings, Sarin and Mila, a brother and sister, were his constant companions, shielding him from the worst of the wasteland's horrors. Together, they nurtured a fragile hope that one day, life could be better.

But hope in the wastelands was a dangerous illusion.

One fateful night, that fragile hope was obliterated. The elites, frustrated by dwindling resources, ordered a "cleansing" of the wastelands. Armed drones darkened the sky as soldiers marched into the settlement, rounding up the inhabitants to be sorted like livestock. Those deemed "useful" were sent to labor camps; the rest were executed without hesitation.

Urzo's family was caught in the storm. His father tried to bargain, offering his skills as a mechanic in exchange for his family's safety. The soldiers laughed, calling him a "filthy beggar." 

When Lyth tried to resist, they struck him down, his lifeless body left in the dirt. Emira, clutching Urzo to her chest, pleaded for mercy. She begged them to spare her children, offering herself in exchange. Her cries were met with a single gunshot, silencing her forever.

Urzo's siblings screamed as soldiers dragged them away. Sarin, barely a teenager, fought back, his fists flying in a desperate attempt to protect Mila and Urzo. He was beaten unconscious. 

Mila, just nine years old, clung to Urzo, her tear-streaked face the last thing he saw before the soldiers forcefully pulled them apart. Urzo was thrown into a transport with dozens of other children, his tiny hands clutching his mother's blood-stained scarf.

The transport carried them to a reconditioning facility within the domed city, a place of cold efficiency designed to strip away individuality and humanity.  ɽἁ𐌽ꝊβЕŜ

Urzo endured relentless forced labor, starvation, and experiments that turned many children into empty shells. He clung to the hope that his siblings were alive somewhere in the facility, and that they would one day escape together.

Years passed, and the boy who had once dreamed of a brighter future grew colder and harder with each passing day. He learned to suppress his emotions, to obey without question, all while secretly planning his escape. 

The facility's experiments granted him the power to control others, an ability he wielded even before his assimilation with the System to unleash chaos within its walls. Amid the ensuing turmoil, Urzo seized the opportunity and escaped into the wastelands.

When he returned to the ruins of his settlement, he found a small group of survivors. Among them were wastelanders who had once been his neighbors. For a moment, hope flickered. 

Urzo asked about his siblings, desperate for any sign of Sarin and Mila. But the survivors' faces darkened. They hesitated before revealing the truth.

"We… we had no choice," one of them stammered. "The soldiers came back, looking for escaped children. They said if we didn't tell them where your siblings were hiding, they'd destroy the rest of us."

Urzo's heart stopped as the man continued. "We told them where your brother and sister were. They… they killed them. I'm sorry. We didn't mean—"

The apology shattered in Urzo's ears. His siblings were dead—not because of the elites, but because of the wastelanders' betrayal. The people his family had helped, the people his mother had healed and his father had scavenged for, had sold his brother and sister to save themselves.

That night, something inside Urzo died. It was the complete obliteration of any belief in goodness or loyalty. To him, the wastelanders were no better than the elites. They were weak, selfish, and complicit in their own oppression. In his mind, they had proven that life had no inherent value.

Urzo vowed to never trust anyone again. He would never depend on others, never show mercy, and never allow weakness to dictate his actions. 

If the world was built on betrayal, then he would master it, using fear and power to bend others to his will. Life itself became a resource to him—a tool to wield or discard as he saw fit.

From that moment, Urzo channeled his grief and rage into an unrelenting pursuit of power. When the System's trial began, Urzo saw it as an opportunity—a way to elevate himself above the world that had caused so much pain to him. 

He ruthlessly hunted down monsters, leveled up, and mastered his Innate Talent abilities with a singular focus.

He sought out and destroyed those who opposed him, not merely to eliminate threats but to instill a pervasive dread. His network of influence grew rapidly in the Trial Region he was in, encompassing both those who admired his strength and those too terrified to defy him.

Every time Urzo returned to his home planet, he unleashed his power upon the elites, dismantling their rule with precision and brutality. Their domed cities, once symbols of untouchable opulence, fell one by one under his control. He made examples of the ruling class, ensuring their deaths were slow and public, their cries of pain a warning to anyone who dared challenge him.

But Urzo's vengeance didn't stop with the elites. His hatred for the wastelanders burned just as fiercely. He saw them as complicit in the oppression that had taken everything from him—as cowards who had betrayed not only him but themselves by submitting to their oppressors. 

He wielded the power he had gained to establish his dominion over them, turning the wastelands into a living hell.

He divided the wastelanders into factions, pitting them against each other in brutal trials of survival. He offered resources to those who proved their loyalty and strength, while condemning the weak to starvation and death. To Urzo, this wasn't cruelty—it was justice. He believed he was purging weakness from the world, creating a new order where only the strong could thrive.

Under Urzo's rule, life on his planet became a perpetual nightmare. Families were torn apart, settlements destroyed, and entire populations enslaved to fuel his ambitions. 

Yet, despite the torment he inflicted, he believed he was doing what was necessary. In his mind, he was the cure for the disease of weakness, the force that would reshape his broken world into one of strength and fearlessness.

As Jay sifted through the fragments of Urzo's tortured memories, the vividness of his suffering struck a chord and a wave of pity washed over him for all that Urzo had endured. 

He found himself unable to outright condemn the path Urzo had chosen. If he imagined himself in Urzo's place, he wasn't certain what choices he would have made—but he doubted they would have strayed far from the same course.

Soon, the first round of the Tournament drew to a close as the last of the ninth batch emerged from the Reality Emulators.

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