Mark left Alex to his grotesque feast, the wet sounds of tearing flesh following him as he stepped away. The others kept their distance, their faces pale, their eyes flickering between the flickering holoscreens of their newfound **Mutagenic Systems** and the half-madman devouring the Goblin King's corpse.
Maya stood near the ruined kitchen counter, her fingers trembling as she swiped through her translucent blue interface. When Mark approached, she didn't look up—just whispered, *"We all have it."*
Mark frowned. *"The system?"*
She nodded. *"But not like yours. Not like... his."* She glanced at Alex, then back at her screen. *"Ours different we all got a random skill, mine allow me to see stats of all living organism under level 10.
Mark pulled up his own status screen, the glowing text searing into his vision:
**[STATUS]**
**Race:** Human 98% / Blood Demon 2%
**Level:** 5
**Strength:** 10
**Agility:** 9
**Magic:** 25
**Health (HP):** 15/15
**Mana (MP):** 30/30
**Stamina:** 2/10
**Unallocated Points:** 12
He didn't hesitate. With a thought, he dumped every point into **Health**, watching the number climb to **27**.
A wave of warmth surged through him. The lingering aches from cryo-sleep vanished. The bruises on his knuckles from fighting knitted together. Even the gnawing hunger in his gut dulled, as if his body had learned to endure.
Maya's eyes widened. *"Your HP just... spiked."*
Mark flexed his fingers. *"Good. We're going to need it."*
A sudden **crash** echoed from the far corner of the chamber.
They turned just in time to see **Alex**—covered in blackened goblin blood—stomping down on a colonist's face. The man, a wiry engineer named **Danns**, groaned as Alex leaned in, his voice a guttural snarl.
*"From now on, I am your **king**."*
The survivors nearby flinched. No one moved. No one *dared*.
Then Mark stepped forward.
*"You're not *anyone's* king."*
The room went silent. Alex's head snapped up, his pupils dilated, his lips curling back in something between a grin and a snarl. For a heartbeat, Mark thought he'd lunge—that the **Double Personality** would take over again, and this would end in blood.
But then... Alex **laughed**.
A sharp, broken sound. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing gore across his cheek. *"We'll see, farmer boy."*
With that, he shoved past, disappearing into the shadows of the corridor.
The colonists exhaled, some trembling, others staring at Mark with something new in their eyes—**hope**, maybe. Or fear.
Maya gripped her pendant. *"He's getting worse."*
****Every defeated enemy Alex eat he gains 10% of all the enemy stats****