I tore the IV from my arm and painted the glass wall with my own blood just to watch it run.
The speaker crackled again, but this time the voice wasn't Anastasia's.
It was mine.
"Loop 49 initiated. Enjoy the show, Jax."
Every time you break, we learn."
The mirrors dropped away like theater curtains.
I wasn't in a basement.
I was standing in the exact center of the Meatpacking Plant 17 cage, naked under the floodlights, with eight thousand people screaming my name.
Saturday night. Fight time.
The clock on the scoreboard read 00:59 seconds.
Ivan Volkov was already walking toward me, grinning like Christmas came early.
I looked down. My body was unmarked. No scars from the darts, no bruises from the chase. Fresh as the first loop.
But my stats were still there, glowing in the corner of my eye, higher than ever:
Strength: 211
Speed: 247
Durability: 289
Deaths: 48
Death Points: 87,300 unspent
And a brand-new red notification pulsing like a heartbeat:
[True Loop Objective Revealed]
[The Eternal Cage System is not your ally.
It is a weapon.
Owner: Dr. Evelyn Voss – Lead Designer, Project Lazarus
Current Goal: Create an unkillable super-soldier by farming your pain.
Every death feeds her data. Every resurrection improves the next clone batch.
You are Subject Zero.
There is no "underground champion" title.
There is only the experiment.]
The crowd noise warped, became laughter inside my skull.
Anastasia's voice came over the arena speakers, sweet and poisonous.
"Sixty seconds, Mr. Harrow. Try not to disappoint the investors."
Ivan cracked his neck and charged.
I didn't move.
Because I finally I understood.
This entire time I thought I was leveling up to win.
I was just the rat getting smarter in the maze.
Ivan's first punch came like a freight train. I let it land clean on my jaw.
Bone shattered. Blood exploded.
The crowd roared.
But I smiled through the red.
Because now I knew the real rules.
I spent the next fifty-eight seconds letting Ivan beat me to death in the most creative ways possible.
He broke both my arms.
Caved my ribcage.
Stamped my throat until it collapsed.
At 00:02 left on the clock, he lifted me overhead like a trophy and roared for the cameras.
At 00:01, he slammed me spine-first across his knee.
I died smiling.
Loop 50 began exactly where every loop now began: strapped naked to the steel chair under surgical lights.
But this time the mirrors were already gone.
This time Dr. Evelyn Voss was waiting for me.
Late thirties. Auburn hair in a severe bun. White lab coat over a black tactical suit. Eyes the color of glacier melt.
She held a tablet that showed my brain activity in real time.
"Welcome back, Zero," she said softly. "Forty-nine deaths. You're exceeding every projection."
I tested pain tolerance on twelve continents to find you. Do you know why?"
I spat blood. "Because I don't stay dead."
"Wrong." She tapped the tablet and the wall behind her turned transparent.
Rows and rows of glass tanks.
Hundreds of them.
Inside each tank: a copy of me. Some missing limbs. Some with extra arms grafted on. Some with metal skulls. All unconscious, tubes running in and out like umbilical cords.
My stomach flipped.
"Every time you die," she continued, "your consciousness is uploaded, compressed, and re-injected into the next clone body. The System you love so much? It's just the training wheels we put on your brain to keep you obedient."
She walked closer, heels clicking.
"We needed a soldier who could adapt infinitely. Who would learn from every death faster than any enemy could kill him. You've given us forty-nine perfect data sets."
I tested the restraints. Adamantium this time. No give.
Evelyn smiled. "Tonight was supposed to be your graduation fight. If you killed Ivan in under sixty seconds, we would have extracted your neural pattern, wiped the original you, and mass-produced an army of Gravediggers. Billions of dollars on the table from every government that wants immortality."
She leaned in until I could smell her perfume.
"But you let him kill you on purpose. Why?"
I met her eyes.
"Because I just found the off switch."
I triggered the one skill I'd been saving 87,300 Death Points for, the skill that only unlocked after the 48th death:
[Singularity Protocol – One-time use. Collapse the entire loop into a single point. Destroy the System core. Free every captured consciousness. Cost: Your final life.]
I activated it.
The world screamed.
Blue code rained from the ceiling like burning snow.
Every tank behind Evelyn exploded at once. Glass, hundreds of me, waking up, ripping tubes out, roaring in unison.
Alarms howled.
Evelyn's tablet shattered in her hand.
"No—no—you can't—"
I tore the restraints apart with raw strength this time, no skill needed.
Grabbed her by the throat and lifted her until her feet kicked air.
"Tell me where the core is."
She choked out a laugh. "You'll never—"
I squeezed until her eyes bulged.
"Sub-level nine," she rasped. "But the second you destroy it, every clone dies. Including you. Permanently."
I dropped her.
Looked at the army of myself, naked, bleeding, furious, ready.
"Then we die free."
We moved like a tidal wave.
Security teams in exosuits tried to stop us. We tore them apart with bare hands.
Elevators were locked down, so we took the stairs, eight abreast, shoulder to shoulder, a living battering ram.
Every floor was a war zone.
Floor 7: flamethrower squad. We walked through the fire and kept coming.
Floor 5: nerve gas. We held our breath for five minutes straight and kept coming.
Floor 3: railgun turrets. We used the dead as shields and kept coming.
By the time we reached sub-level nine, only thirty-seven of us were left.
The core room was a cathedral of black glass and blue light.
A single sphere the size of a house pulsed in the center, cables thicker than my torso feeding it.
Evelyn waited there, a pistol to the head of the only clone still in a tank, an exact copy of me, but younger. Eighteen maybe. The original Jax Harrow, before the circuit, before the graves, before everything.
She pressed the barrel harder against his temple.
"One more step and the source dies. The System reboots from his blank brain. You lose everything you learned."
The thirty-six clones behind me growled.
I stepped forward alone.
"Let him go."
"Or what?" She cocked the hammer.
I looked at the kid in the tank. Scared. Confused. Innocent.
I looked at the army of scarred monsters I'd become.
Then I looked at Evelyn.
And I smiled the same smile I died with in the cage.
"Or I make you pull that trigger."
I lunged.
She fired.
The bullet punched through the tank glass and into the kid's forehead.
Time slowed.
I watched the original me die.
And something inside me finally snapped free.
The System screamed one last time:
[Singularity Protocol complete.
All constraints removed.
Goodbye, Zero.]
The core exploded in white fire.
Every clone, including me, dropped to our knees as forty-nine lifetimes of pain flooded in at once.
Memories of every death. Every betrayal. Every second of agony.
We burned together.
And when the light faded, only one man stood in the ruins.
Me.
Not a clone.
Not a copy.
The original consciousness, somehow pulled back into the only body that survived the blast.
I walked out of the burning facility into Chicago sunrise.
Naked. Bleeding. Free.
Behind me, the entire underground circuit collapsed, no System, no loop, no more resurrections.
Just a man who had died forty-nine times and finally earned the right to live once.
I looked at the sky and laughed until my ribs creaked.
Then I stole a coat off a dead guard, found a diner, and ordered the biggest b
reakfast they had.
Because tomorrow I wasn't fighting for anyone else's entertainment.
Tomorrow I was hunting the people who paid to watch.
Starting with whoever was left of the Volkov family.
The war wasn't over.
It had just gone aboveground.