Era of Revolution

Chapter 1: The Beginning of Everything

Shane Wyne was an ordinary man in his early 20s. His life took a tragic turn when a devastating accident robbed him of his legs, leaving him abandoned by those he once called family. Alone and drowning in despair, he spent his days in misery, questioning his existence.

One evening, he watched a movie where the protagonist was granted a second chance at life—only to waste it. That scene struck a chord deep within him. Desperate, he whispered a silent plea to the heavens:

"If there is a God… please, give me a second chance. Let me prove my worth."

And for the first time, fate listened.

A New Era

When Shane opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar room. The ceiling was sleek and metallic, illuminated by soft blue lights embedded within it. His body felt… different. Stronger. Lighter. The pain and helplessness that had plagued him for years were gone.

Still groggy, he sat up, glancing around. That’s when he heard a familiar voice.

"Shane, wake up! You're going to be late!"

His breath caught in his throat. The voice belonged to his mother—the very same mother who had died in a car accident years ago. His heart pounded as he turned toward the door. Standing there was a woman who looked exactly like her. Tears welled in his eyes.

"Mom...?" he whispered, his voice trembling.

She frowned. "Did you hit your head or something? Stop acting weird and come have breakfast!"

Still in shock, Shane noticed a little girl peeking at him from behind his mother. She looked about seven or eight years old, her big eyes filled with curiosity.

"Who's she?" he asked hesitantly.

His mother gave him an odd look. "What do you mean? She's your sister, of course."

A sister? He never had a sister in his previous life. Everything felt so surreal.

A World Beyond Imagination

After breakfast, Shane sat in his room, trying to piece everything together. That’s when he noticed something strange—a sleek bracelet on his wrist. Instinctively, he tapped it. A holographic screen flickered to life before his eyes, filled with unfamiliar symbols and data.

His breath hitched.

"This… this is technology far beyond anything from my world."

Curious, he began searching for information about this world. What he found left him speechless.

The planet he currently lived on was called JK50615, a small and relatively simple planet in the grand scheme of the cosmos. However, this universe was anything but simple.

There was no democracy, no equality—only endless war. Kingdoms, powerful families, and intergalactic corporations ruled with an iron grip. The most influential organizations included:

The Yin-Yang Chamber of Commerce

The Zang Center of Commerce

The Star Empire

Even more shocking was the existence of Psionic Energy—a mysterious force that allowed individuals to manipulate the very fabric of reality. Some used it to enhance their bodies, while others wielded it to control devastating warships. A person’s strength was determined by their ability to harness Psionic Energy, with those at the highest ranks holding power comparable to entire nations.

And then, there was the Star Tower—a massive structure that stood at the heart of every planet. Only beings who had reached the rank of First Order could work there.

Shane’s mind reeled from the sheer magnitude of what he had just learned. He was no longer in the world he once knew. He had been reborn in a universe where strength dictated everything.

As he clenched his fists, determination burned in his heart.

"If God gave me this chance, I won’t waste it."

This was his era. His revolution.

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Seven Years Later

Seven years had passed since Shane Wyne’s second chance at life began. In this world, adulthood was recognized at 30 years old, but at 23, Shane was already standing on the edge of a new chapter—his Awakening.

The Awakening Ceremony was an annual event, the day when fate separated the extraordinary from the ordinary. Each year, approximately 1,000 individuals awakened, though the exact number varied. The conditions for Awakening remained a mystery—neither lineage, wealth, nor intelligence could guarantee success.

For Shane, this moment would decide his future.

The Grand Awakening Ceremony

The Awakening Ceremony was held in the heart of Orion City, inside the Hall of Ascension. Thousands gathered in the colossal structure infused with Psionic Energy, their gazes locked on the floating blue crystal at the center—the Celestial Core. It was said to hold the will of the cosmos itself.

A deep voice resonated through the hall.

"Let the Awakening begin!"

One by one, participants stepped forward, placing their hands on the Celestial Core. Some felt nothing—a silence that sealed their fate as ordinary. Others erupted with power, their names etched into history.

Then, it was Shane’s turn.

He stepped forward, heart pounding. As he placed his palm against the crystal, a surge of energy rushed through him. A blinding light enveloped his body, and an ancient voice whispered in his mind:

"You have been chosen."

The Ranks of Awakening

The Awakening was not just about gaining power—it determined one’s potential for controlling Psionic Energy and commanding warships. The ranks were as follows:

Dormant – No Awakening. Ordinary.

Flicker – The weakest rank. Limited control over Psionic Energy.

Ember – Basic command of Psionic Energy, slow growth.

Ignis – Moderate proficiency in warship control.

Blaze – Recognized as an elite, strong potential for warship combat.

Inferno – Among the top-tier, able to manipulate Psionic Energy efficiently.

Astral – Extremely rare, able to synchronize perfectly with their warship.

Celestial – Near-mythical, capable of commanding entire fleets.

Voidborn – The unknown peak, rumored to wield reality-bending power.

As the light faded, the examiner’s voice echoed through the hall.

"Shane Wyne… Awakening Rank: Flicker!"

A wave of whispers spread through the crowd.

"A Flicker? He barely awakened!"

"With that rank, he’ll struggle to control even a basic warship."

Shane clenched his fists. He had awakened… but at the lowest possible rank.

Yet, as doubt and scorn surrounded him, he felt something deep within—an ember of defiance. The rankings weren’t absolute.

"I may be a Flicker now… but I will rise."

The Palace of Warships

After Awakening, those who succeeded were led to the next stage—The Majestic Palace.

A colossal structure floating above the planet, the palace was said to be older than civilization itself. It was here that every Awakened individual would bond with a warship—an extension of their very soul.

Stepping inside, Shane felt a presence calling to him. He wasn’t just choosing a warship. He was forging a bond that would define his future.

Little did he know, his journey was only beginning.

The Awakening was only the beginning. Those who had been chosen now stood before the true test—their bond with a warship.

A massive gateway opened within the Hall of Ascension, revealing a portal shimmering with celestial energy. This was the entrance to the Majestic Palace, a place older than recorded history, where only the Awakened could enter.

The examiner’s voice rang out.

"Step forward. The warships await."

Shane’s heart pounded as he walked through the portal. The moment he crossed the threshold, the world around him changed.

The Majestic Palace

Shane found himself in a vast chamber stretching beyond sight. It was filled with towering structures, floating platforms, and a glowing nebula swirling above.

Before him stood thousands of warships, each resting silently, waiting. These were not ordinary machines; they were sentient, bonded to the very essence of Psionic Energy.

A warship was not chosen by its pilot. It chose its owner.

One by one, the Awakened moved forward, standing before the warships. When a warship found its match, it would awaken, acknowledging its master.

Shane watched as his peers formed bonds with powerful ships—sleek silver vessels, radiant golden warships, and enormous crimson dreadnoughts.

But as he walked among them, none of them reacted to him.

Then, he felt it.

A presence.

A cold shiver ran down his spine as his eyes were drawn to the farthest end of the palace. There, in the shadows, stood a lone warship unlike any other.

It was massive—larger than any other vessel in the palace. Its sleek frame was wrapped in an eerie black metal, darker than the void itself. Strange golden etchings shimmered faintly across its hull, shifting and changing as if alive.

Shane felt a pull, an undeniable connection.

"This… this ship is calling me."

He stepped closer, and the moment he did, the warship trembled. The air crackled with energy, and a deep, ancient voice echoed in his mind.

"You have been forsaken. I have been forgotten. But together… we will rise."

The warship’s core pulsed, and suddenly, black lightning surged around it. A wave of Psionic Energy exploded outward, forcing the other Awakened to step back in shock.

"What is that ship?!"

"No warship has ever reacted like this!"

"Why is it choosing him? He’s just a Flicker!"

The instructors, high-ranking warriors themselves, were stunned.

And then, the warship spoke again, its words resonating through Shane’s very soul.

"I am Nyx Eternum—the shadow of the forgotten, the whisper of the abyss. If you accept me, you will walk a path unlike any other."

Shane clenched his fists. He had been mocked for his weak Awakening. But this ship—this sentient force—was unlike any other in the palace.

He stepped forward, placed his hand on its hull, and whispered:

"I accept."

In an instant, the bond was sealed. A surge of knowledge and power flooded into him. The ship’s systems, its functions, its very will—he understood it all.

The crowd watched in stunned silence.

His Parents’ Reaction

Among them, Cedric Wyne and Elara Wyne stood tall, their expressions unreadable. But deep within, they felt something unexpected—pride.

His mother, Elara, exhaled slowly.

"That warship… it’s not normal."

His father, Cedric, nodded, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"Of course not. He’s my son."

They had believed in him, despite his low rank. And now, as Shane stood before them, bonded to a warship shrouded in mystery, they knew—his journey had only just begun.

Warship Rankings

Each Awakened was granted a warship corresponding to their rank. Warships could be upgraded, but only by one level above their owner. The rankings were as follows:

Drifter-Class – Basic warships for Flicker-ranked pilots. Simple and slow.

Ember-Class – Warships with improved combat capabilities.

Ignis-Class – The first true combat warships. Agile and versatile.

Blaze-Class – Elite vessels, capable of planetary warfare.

Inferno-Class – Behemoths with devastating firepower.

Astral-Class – Warships capable of interstellar combat.

Celestial-Class – Ruler-class ships, bending laws of reality.

Voidborn-Class – The pinnacle of warship evolution. These exist only in legends.

Shane’s warship—Nyx Eternum—did not fit into any of these categories. It was something… else.

The Road Ahead

The Awakening Ceremony was over, but Shane’s true test had just begun. He had bonded with a warship that defied classification.

Now, he had to prove that, even as a Flicker, he could carve his own path to the stars.

This was his revolution.

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