Absolute instinct

Chapter 1: The Vital Force The universe stretched infinitely, its stars dancing in the void—some burning bright, others fading into the darkness. Among them, two stars, one ancient and withering, the other young and full of energy, collided in an event that would echo throughout time. This was not just a cosmic accident; it was a cataclysmic birth of something new, a force that would reshape the world. The collision began with a brilliant flash—a burst of raw, untamed energy, reverberating across the fabric of existence. It was not an explosion in the traditional sense, but a pulse of life itself. A shockwave of vitality spread outward, expanding across the galaxy, carrying with it a life force unlike any that had ever existed. This force was primal, ancient, and pure—a force of life, not magic, not divinity, but a fundamental energy that had existed since the dawn of time, waiting to be unleashed. The energy reached Earth, breaking through the atmosphere in a radiant cascade. It settled upon the planet like a seed planted in fertile soil, and in its wake, everything began to change. The animals—those once-bound creatures of instinct—were no longer confined by the limitations of their species. The Vital Force fed into their cells, altering their DNA, pushing them to evolve in ways that were unimaginable. Creatures grew larger, stronger, and more dangerous. The forests thickened and stretched, towering over the land, while rivers and oceans swelled, their waters surging with newfound power. Some animals evolved strange, almost mythical traits—creatures with three tails, massive claws, glowing eyes, and the kind of physical prowess once reserved for legends. Others gained abilities that should have been impossible—speed, strength, reflexes, and even elemental control. The landscape shifted, and the Earth itself seemed to grow, swelling in size as though the planet were awakening from a long slumber. The entire world, 1.5 times its original size, became unrecognizable. But with this expansion came chaos. The beasts, their numbers swelling, roamed unchecked. Their once-limited instincts were now augmented by intelligence, and many learned to navigate their new environment with cunning. At first, they were savage and mindless, but with each passing day, they grew more aware. Some, with their newfound intellect, began to see humanity not as prey, but as a threat—an obstacle to their dominance. And so began the brutal conflict. In the cities, humanity fought back, but the creatures were relentless. Governments and forces around the world scrambled to contain the chaos, building shelters, organizing defenses, and preparing for the inevitable clash. It was a fight for survival—not just against the beasts, but against the very world itself. The Vital Force had reshaped Earth into a place where the strong would thrive, and the weak would be cast aside. In this new world, power no longer came from luck, magic, or talent. It came from determination. The Vital Force did not care for who you were or where you came from—it only cared for who could endure, who could survive, who could harness the raw energy of life and mold it to their will. In the midst of this chaos, the planet trembled, and the age of survival had begun. Those who had once lived in comfort were now faced with the reality of a world that demanded strength. There was no room for weakness here—only the relentless will to fight, to adapt, and to survive. The new world was one of primal forces, and only the strongest would claim their place within it.