by Word Potions
What does a boxer do when his hands are shattered? Not injured. Splintered to the point where even a handshake fills him with dread. Dante’s career is over before it really even began. But the Prospero System doesn’t care about endings, just about potential. It rips him from everything he knows and drops him into a new world of enclosed spaces, artificial light, dirt and grime, where the very statues come alive to kill. Is this place living? A bygone remnant of ages past? One thing is constant. Adapt. Or die. Everyone inside is changing. Evolving. Becoming something stronger. Dante can’t even make a fist. So he does the only thing left to him, he learns to fight without hands. Learns to survive in a system where power is earned, bought and weaponized. Where every decision has a cost, and every mistake compounds. Because somewhere beyond the tutorial, his family is still out there And if he wants to reach them, He’ll have to become something far more dangerous than a boxer.
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