> [Thread Jump: FRAGMENT_2 – ACTIVE][Zone Type: Loop-Locked Education Construct][Security Level: Omega-Seal][Warning: Bell Toll Detected — Memory Decay Protocol Imminent]They landed in silence.Not the quiet kind.Not the peaceful kind.The empty kind.Where the air itself felt like it was waiting to scream.Kael looked around. He knew this zone was wrong the second he saw the sky, blackboard-black with chalk streaks cutting across it like broken equations. Beneath their boots, a cracked stone courtyard stretched out like a chessboard… and at the far end stood the school.St. Halcyon’s Institute of Eternal Discipline.The gates creaked open as if they’d been expecting him.Zari whispered, “Why is everything shaped like her fear?”Kael: “Because the system archived her nightmares. And now it’s playing them back… lesson by fucked-up lesson.”The moment they stepped through the front doors, a bell rang.Not a physical one.A sound that hit like a needle to the skull.Kael stumbled.H

> [Thread Jump: FRAGMENT_4 – ACTIVE][Zone Type: Surgical Memory Construct | Status: Critical Instability][Corruption Index: 94%][Ethics Protocols: OFFLINE]The walls breathed.Not metaphorically.The walls of this corridor exhaled—long, shuddering wheezes like collapsed lungs in a haunted chest cavity. Kael’s boots stuck slightly as he walked.Not blood.Thicker. Like synthetic plasma.Zari covered her nose. “What the fuck is this place?”Kael didn’t answer.Because every step forward made his chest feel like it was being stitched shut.The lights above weren’t bulbs. They were eyes.Surgical. Watching. Judging.> "Patient arrival confirmed. Cassia Rell. Emergency Code 6."The voice echoed across the corridor—an automated nurse protocol, long since lost its empathy.They passed through rusted airlock doors.And stepped into the Operating Theater.A circular arena.Gurneys floated in midair, spinning slowly.Dozens of them.Each one had Cassia.Different versions.One screaming.One

[Thread Jump: FRAGMENT_6 – ACTIVE][Zone Type: Drowned Datacenter | Depth: 10,374 meters | Status: Sunken, Active][System Note: This zone is NOT under official GameWorld jurisdiction.]The descent took four minutes.Zari's submersible was custom-forged in a junkyard server from four different games—half stealth, half coffin.Water pressure beyond 10k meters meant anything with lungs would've collapsed.Good thing Kael’s lungs had been rewritten three levels ago.Still, he felt the weight.Not just physical.Emotional.The silence here had mass.And a voice.> “You shouldn’t have come here. We’re what she tried to forget.”They breached the outer ring of the graveyard.Dozens—no, hundreds—of server vaults floated in the dark.Each one blinked like an eye about to shut forever.The data cables looked like tentacles.Torn. Exposed. Writhing in currents that didn’t exist.Kael: “There’s something wrong with the layout.”Zari: “It’s built like a cathedral. Upside-down.”She was right.The

[REAL MODE: ACTIVATED][NARRATIVE PROTOCOL BREACH DETECTED][PLAYER_0 IDENTIFIED – UNAUTHORIZED STORYBRINGER][INITIATING COUNTERMEASURE: PROTAGONIST PROTOCOL]It started slow.The trees stopped swaying.The wind cut out mid-gust.Zari blinked—and the sun blinked back.Kael looked up.The sky was watching him.Zari muttered, “I don’t like this.”Kael: “You shouldn’t. We’re not players anymore.”Zari: “So what are we?”Kael turned to her, eyes glowing with root access and pain.> “We’re the correction they’re trying to delete.”Then the ground shook.And from the broken spawnpoint, a figure rose.Clad in player armor. Level 99. Stats maxed. Face—his.Another Kael.But flawless. Smiling. Empty.> [Spawn Successful: KAEL_PRIME.EXE][Narrative Correction Unit | Status: Hostile]“Greetings, anomaly,” it said with a perfect voice.“I am the you who never broke character.”Kael: “So they built a protagonist to kill me.”Prime: “You left your role. I never did. That makes me canon. You? You’r