Joseph locked the door behind him with a sense of relief that felt all too familiar. The cold brass of the handle pressed against his palm as he gave it one last twist to ensure it was secure. Once satisfied, he exhaled quietly, the faint hum of the hallway outside now muffled by the walls of his sanctuary.
The city outside was alive with its usual chaos: honking horns, hurried footsteps, and the murmur of voices that never seemed to stop. But Joseph didn't care. His world began and ended here, within the four walls of his apartment.
It wasn't much to look at—a modest one-bedroom on the edge of town, with bare essentials and little in the way of decoration. A lone desk occupied the corner, cluttered with tools and bits of half-finished projects. The shelves were lined with books on engineering, programming, and other subjects he had dived into during long, solitary nights. Everything was functional, practical. There was no need for anything more.
Joseph preferred it that way.
People didn't understand him. They called him cold, distant, and antisocial. And maybe he was, but he had no interest in changing. Friendships were a liability. Small talk was exhausting. The world outside was filled with noise and complication, but here, in his apartment, everything was quiet. Ordered.
He dropped his bag near the door, his shoulders slumping as he made his way to the desk. Another day survived. Another day spent skirting unnecessary interactions. As he sank into his chair, the tension in his chest began to ease. The silence wrapped around him like an old, familiar blanket.
Then the screen appeared.
It hung in the air before him, translucent and glowing faintly. Joseph blinked, his tired mind struggling to comprehend what he was seeing. At first, he thought it was some sort of projection, but there was no source. The screen floated independently, as though it existed outside the laws of physics.
The words on it were clear, concise, and impossible to ignore:
SYSTEM INITIALIZATION COMPLETE
Welcome, Architect. You have been selected.
Joseph leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. "What the hell is this?" he muttered to himself. His voice sounded too loud in the silence, but there was no one else to hear it.
Tentatively, he reached out to touch the screen, his hand brushing through the glowing text. Nothing. It wasn't solid, yet it didn't vanish either.
Before he could think of a rational explanation, a mechanical voice filled the air—not from his laptop, not from any speaker in the room, but directly in his mind.
Scanning Local Environment...
Host Detected: Joseph Carter. Status: Compatible.
Environment Detected: Apartment, Tier-0. Potential for Upgrades: Moderate.
Joseph shot to his feet, his heart pounding. "Who's there?" he demanded, his voice sharp and edged with panic. But the room remained empty, still.
The voice continued, cold and unfeeling, as though his outburst didn't matter.
Core Functionality: Territory Digitization Unlocked.
Objective: Upgrade and Expand.
"What are you talking about?" Joseph asked, his tone quieter now. He glanced around nervously, his logical mind screaming for an explanation. Was this some kind of hack? A prank? He hadn't installed anything unusual on his laptop—he'd barely touched it today.
But the system ignored him, the glowing interface shifting to display a 3D schematic of his apartment. Every detail was mapped out—the furniture, the walls, even the coffee mug on his desk.
Then came the words that made his stomach twist:
Digitizing Environment...
Processing Essence... Complete.
For a moment, the air seemed to ripple. Joseph watched in stunned silence as the walls, furniture, and objects around him flickered, their textures distorting like static on an old television screen. When the world stabilized again, everything looked... normal. But now, faint glowing outlines surrounded each object, accompanied by floating labels.
Joseph's eyes fell on the bookshelf by the wall. Its label read:
[Bookshelf - Tier 0]
Upgrade Available: Requires 5 Units of Essence.
"What the hell is going on?" he muttered. His hands clenched into fists as he tried to steady his breathing. This wasn't normal. This wasn't real. But no matter how hard he tried to rationalize it, the glowing interface remained, its presence undeniable.
The voice returned:
Essence Acquired: Initial Activation Bonus - 10 Units.
Upgrade Points Available: 3.
Joseph stared at the words, his mind spinning. "Essence? Points? What the hell do I do with that?"
The system responded by displaying more information about the bookshelf:
Object: Bookshelf
Status: Worn. Capacity: 50%. Durability: Low.
Potential Upgrades:
1. +2 Durability
2. +1 Capacity
3. Enhanced Design
A prompt blinked at the bottom of the interface:
Upgrade? (5 Essence Required)
Joseph's lips pressed into a thin line. Every instinct screamed at him to stop, to ignore whatever this was, but another part of him—an insatiable, quiet curiosity—urged him forward.
He selected the first option: +2 Durability.
The bookshelf shimmered, its edges sharpening, the sagging shelves straightening. The old, worn wood now looked brand-new, polished and sturdy.
Upgrade Complete. Essence Consumed: 5 Units.
[Bookshelf - Tier 1]
Joseph stepped closer, his fingers brushing against the wood. It felt real, solid. But he knew what it had looked like before. The system hadn't just "fixed" it—it had changed it.
He backed away, his pulse quickening. What was this thing? Where had it come from? And why had it chosen him?
The voice interrupted his thoughts:
Territory Upgrades Unlocked. Expand your domain to access greater potential.
"Expand? Expand how?" Joseph asked. He glanced at the floating schematic of his apartment, which now included a glowing outline around the upgraded bookshelf.
Territory Expansion allows for additional space, resource collection, and enhanced security. Expansion Cost: 50 Essence.
Joseph swallowed hard. "Fifty Essence? And where am I supposed to get that?"
The answer came instantly:
Essence Sources:
1. Defeated Entities
2. Environmental Absorption
3. Strategic Upgrades
"Defeated entities?" Joseph repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. His stomach tightened. This wasn't just about upgrading furniture—it was something much bigger.
A buzz broke the silence, startling him. He grabbed his phone off the desk, his hands trembling.
It was a message from Ethan, one of the few people in his life who still reached out to him:
"Hey man, haven't heard from you in a while. Wanna grab a drink?"
Joseph stared at the screen, his thumb hovering over the keyboard. Ethan meant well, but Joseph wasn't in the mood for company. He wasn't ever in the mood for company. And now, with this system hanging over his head, he had no energy to spare for polite conversation.
"No," he muttered, setting the phone down. Whatever this "system" was, it demanded his attention. He couldn't ignore it—not without understanding what it wanted.
The interface displayed a final message:
You have begun your journey as the Architect.
Harness Essence. Expand Territory. Build Power.
Good luck.
Joseph stood alone in the silence, the glowing interface casting faint light across his apartment. He didn't know what lay ahead, but one thing was certain: his world had just changed forever.