Chapter 1: "The Punch That Broke Reality" 💥 The Beginning of the End (Or… the End of the Beginning?)
Zen Drake didn't mean to punch a hole through space-time.He just wanted a sandwich.
But here he was—shirt half-burned, goggles cracked, holding a plasma-fried sandwich while being chased through the streets of Neo-Kyoto Sector 7 by a robotic clown gang called the Laughminators.
"YOU'RE GUILTY OF TIME TREASON!" screamed one as it launched banana grenades.
Zen somersaulted over a dumpster, rolled, and shouted back,
"I'm guilty of being awesome — now back off, Bozo-Tron!"
BOOM.
The alley behind him exploded in fireworks and pie-scented gas. Zen dashed into an abandoned noodle shop, ducked behind a counter, and checked the glowing wrist device pulsing red.
The Paradox Core.
He found it two hours ago on a crashed alien bounty ship. Since then, nothing had made sense.
🌀 Flashback: The Touch of the Core
Two hours earlier...
Zen was scavenging ruins for scrap, just another broke merc in a city run by mechs, mobsters, and memes.
But when he touched the Paradox Core...
FLASH!
Visions.
Of a thousand versions of himself — dead, alive, mutated, old, evil, even one with a beard made of spaghetti.The device latched to his wrist. And something inside it whispered:
"RUN. VORLUX KNOWS NOW."
🤖 The First Encounter
Present moment.
The noodle shop door burst open.
Zen turned—ready to fight—but what stood there made him freeze.
Not a bot. Not a man.
It was a ghost made of glitching code, hovering like smoke. A skeletal smile flickered on its face.
"Zen Drake," it hissed. "Vorlux sends greetings."
"Tell Vorlux he can send a fruit basket next time."
Too late.
The figure shot forward, slamming Zen through walls, pinning him to rubble. His mind screamed — this thing wasn't just here to kill him.
It was here to copy him.
He watched in horror as it began mirroring his voice, his face, his thoughts.
"I am… Zen Drake…"
"No," Zen growled. "You're discount me. And I don't do discounts."
He slammed the Paradox Core against the entity's chest.
BOOM.
Reality ripped open.
🌪️ Welcome to Chaos Zone 1: Clown Hell Carnival
Zen fell.
Tumbling through colors and lightning, soundless and deafening all at once, until he landed face-first into cotton candy.
He staggered up.
The sky was green.
Rollercoasters looped endlessly in the clouds. Demon clowns danced on blood-soaked popcorn. The speakers blared:
"WELCOME TO VORLUX WORLD — HAVE A DYING DAY!"
A monster clown lunged. Zen didn't hesitate.
KRAK!
One punch. Head popped like a balloon.
"Okay. Guess I'm in hell. Again."
Zen grabbed a rusted shovel. A thousand twisted clowns surrounded him.
He cracked his knuckles.
"Come on, nightmares. I've been dying for a fight."
🧨 Ending Panel (Cinematic Cliffhanger)
As the clown army charged…
Zen's Paradox Core began pulsing again.
A ghostly voice spoke:
"World 1: Chaos Initiated.Survive the fear. Win the laugh.Or be rewritten."
Zen smirked.
"I never liked comedy anyway."
He screamed and leapt into the horde.
Fists flying.
Blood and balloons everywhere.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Next: Chapter 2 – "The Haunting in Sector 13" (Horror + Mystery + Sci-Fi!) 👻💀🧪