The Lycan King

The year was 2012, a day foretold by the Mayan prophecy as the end of the world. Natural disasters swept across the globe鈥攙olcanic eruptions, tsunamis, tornadoes, and lightning storms鈥攁ll dismantling human governments. Strangely, UFOs were seen fleeing from mysterious locations like the Bermuda Triangle and China鈥檚 Shennongjia, their erratic formations ridiculed by skeptics and believers alike.

By 2013, survivors banded together, calling themselves New Humans, marking the first year of a new era. Over two centuries later, in 2220, humanity had formed two dominant forces: the Northern Union and the Southern Alliance. But peace remained fragile.

"Neural injection commencing in four... three... two... one. Injection successful!" The announcement echoed through the sterile research lab. Dr. Harold Walker, a veteran scientist with a shock of white hair, issued commands to his team of scientists encased in protective suits. His face, creased with years of stress, reflected on the glass panel of the experiment chambers.

"Check the synchronization rates of Pods Zero through One Hundred. If all is stable, prepare for the second injection in five minutes," he ordered, his voice steady despite mounting anxiety.

Five minutes later, the lab descended into chaos. "Pod One鈥攕ubject deceased. Pod Two鈥攕ubject deceased. Pod Five..." The grim roll call continued, and Dr. Walkers hands trembled as the numbers climbed.

"All subjects confirmed deceased," intoned Luna, the labs AI system. "Remaining Adam Cells: 15%. Neural Matter: 10.7%. Insufficient for further experimentation."

The lab fell silent, save for the mechanical hum of the equipment shutting down. Lunas voice, devoid of emotion, initiated the power-down sequence. The chambers, built from the most resilient alloys, now stood empty鈥攅xcept one.

A resounding crash shattered the quiet. From Pod Zero emerged a man drenched in fluid, his piercing eyes scanning the lab in confusion. His movements were unsteady, but determination fueled each step.

"Material scan complete," a voice resonated鈥攈is voice, though his lips didn鈥檛 move. Moments later, he assessed the lab鈥檚 fortified exits and escaped through the ventilation system, bypassing security as alarms blared.

As Alex Drake sprinted into the wilderness, a strange specimen caught his eye in the lab鈥檚 display case鈥攁 shriveled mass of flesh. Without hesitation, he broke the glass, grabbing the lifeless form. Little did he know, this entity, Orion, would soon awaken.

Two hours later, Alex collapsed in an open field. His once-impenetrable body now bore wounds from mere grass blades. "Energy depleted. Transformation鈥攄isabled. Entering normal mode." The words trailed off as his consciousness faded.

In the Northern Unions bustling streets, Alex鈥檚 silver hair made him a spectacle, but the oversized dog on his shoulders drew even more attention.

"Orion," he muttered, "if I sold you, I might finally have enough money to survive."

The canine responded telepathically, its tone regal. "Alex, I鈥檝e told you a thousand times鈥攄on鈥檛 call me Orion. I am Prince Orion of Namek!"

Alex smirked, shushing him. "You don鈥檛 want people finding out a dog can talk, do you? Trust me, it鈥檇 be worse than ending up in a hot pot."

As their banter continued, they faced an uncertain future鈥攐ne marked by looming danger and unimaginable discoveries.