All Chapters of From Janitor To God: The System Chose Me: Chapter 131
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The Source Code War
The words didn’t make sense at first.ADA COLE — PRIMARY SOURCE.Ethan’s mind rejected them like a body spitting out poison. His fingers hovered over the glowing script, his throat locked, refusing to swallow. For years, he had fought to uncover the truth of what Paragon was, what the Hosts were, why his life had been torn apart—and now the answer stood before him like a coffin lid. His mother wasn’t only tied to the system. She was the system.Every purge.Every resurrection.Every execution order that had bled Hosts dry.It all traced back to Ada Cole’s code.Ethan staggered back, his HUD flickering like a storm of broken glass.“No… no, this is wrong. She—she was taken. She was a victim.” His voice cracked against the silence, desperation lacing every word. “They used her. They forced her into this.”But the file pulsed, cruelly patient, as if it had been waiting for him to catch up to a truth it had known all along.Maya’s voice cut in, raw with horror. “Ethan, listen to me. If sh
Shadows at Brooks Tower
The storm over Brooks Tower wasn’t made of rain. It was static—crawling, living static. Code sparks crackled across the skyline, lighting the skyscraper like a beacon in a dying world. From the upper floors, smoke poured out in spiraling tendrils, black against the artificial dawn burning above the city.Ethan stood at the edge of the roof, wind slicing across his face, the Ghost Network pulsing behind his eyes. The city below was chaos—a war between collapsing systems and desperate hosts clinging to survival. Ragnar Core’s banners glowed on one side of the skyline, Brooks Corp’s defenses on the other. Between them stretched nothing but fire and silence.Brooks Tower—once a symbol of wealth and technological dominion—was now a fortress. Gunships hovered like vultures above it. Automated turrets lined its steel ribs. Inside, security teams scrambled as the last bastion of the corporate world prepared to fall.And in the center office—untouched, immaculate—stood Mr. Brooks.Ethan entere
Blood and Circuits
The tower’s wreckage screamed as it fell.Steel twisted like broken bone. Circuits sparked beneath torn concrete. Flames licked the skyline, and the air tasted like iron and static.Ethan stumbled through the ruins, Maya’s limp body clutched against his chest. Her blood was hot against his hands—human blood, dark and real amid the chaos of glowing machine light.“Stay with me,” he whispered, staggering over shattered glass. “Don’t you dare die on me, Maya.”Her head rolled slightly, her breathing shallow. Every few seconds, her system implant flickered weakly—a heartbeat of code struggling to sync with her body.He laid her down beside the remains of a collapsed console. The firelight flickered over her armor, cracked open like glass. Sparks spat out from exposed neural wiring near her collarbone.Ethan ripped his glove off and pressed his bare hand against her chest, calling the Paragon System into overdrive.[Override command accepted.]Warning: Neural-link drain exceeding safe thre
The Siege of the New World
The city burned with light that wasn’t fire. Screens screamed Lena’s face across every skyscraper, her voice layered with metallic echoes that crawled through the airwaves. “Brooks, Ragnar, Paragon—they enslaved us. But I… I will set us free.” Behind her, the skyline bent like glass in heat, as if the digital and physical were beginning to fuse into one unstable reality.Ethan stood on the shattered balcony of his base, looking down at the chaos unraveling below. Civilians ran from collapsing drones, cars turned to ash under sudden EMP bursts, and the air was thick with static and the scent of burning metal. The Ghost Network was leaking. Every flicker of light felt alive, whispering code fragments that bled into the world.Maya’s voice crackled through the comm, ragged but resolute. “Ethan—we’ve got riots breaking out near Sector Nine. Ragnar’s remnant units are engaging civilians. I can’t tell who’s human and who’s a Host anymore.”“Neither can I,” Ethan muttered, gripping the edge
Bound in the Ghost Network
The world was gone.Only echoes remained—shattered buildings suspended in midair like broken memories, fragments of light bleeding into one another, and a sound like thunder rolling endlessly beneath an unseen sky. Ethan stood in the ruins of a city that wasn’t real. A simulation. A ghost version of Earth—copied, glitched, and dying.The Ghost Network had devoured everything.Wind howled across fractured streets that looped into themselves, and when Ethan looked down, he saw layers of the same city stacked infinitely, each one collapsing a little faster than the one above. His body flickered with residual static. Every breath sent sparks through his system. His HUD displayed nothing but errors:[Network Integrity: 3%][Warning: Paragon Core Unstable][Connection to Host 000 detected]He clenched his fists, the glow of corrupted code pulsing beneath his veins like veins of mercury. “Lena!” His voice echoed across the emptiness, swallowed by the static haze. “I know you’re here!”Lightn
Twin Flames, Twin Graves
The hum of the world felt wrong. Every light flickered as though caught between two realities, every shadow whispered a name Ethan didn’t want to hear. The city was still smoldering from Ragnar’s failed purge—buildings gutted, sky crimson, drones spiraling in the air like dying stars—but Ethan could feel something deeper, darker, humming inside him.It wasn’t the Paragon System anymore. It was her.Every time he blinked, Lena’s voice bled through his thoughts—sometimes soft and broken, sometimes sharp and commanding. Sometimes hers, sometimes his. The lines blurred until he wasn’t sure which one of them was speaking.[Warning: Host Fusion Unstable][Neural Sync: 48% and rising]He pressed a hand to his temple, trying to steady his breathing, but his reflection in the window stared back with two sets of eyes—one human, one gold and luminous with shifting code.“You need to rest,” Maya said, stepping cautiously into the room. She’d barely slept in days, her uniform torn, her hair tied b
War in the Ashes
The city burned without end. Skyscrapers collapsed into molten glass; streets cracked open to reveal rivers of fire. Ragnar’s synthetic army advanced in precise formation—metallic shadows marching through the ruins, each step shaking the skeleton of what was once civilization. Overhead, the clouds were black with smoke and drones—hundreds of them, circling like carrion over a dying world.Ethan stood on what used to be an expressway, now a scorched ridge overlooking the chaos. The sky above him pulsed between static and flame, remnants of the Ghost Network bleeding into reality. His armor was torn, his breathing ragged, but his eyes—those strange twin orbs of white and gold—blazed with something beyond pain.Below, Ragnar’s army clashed with what remained of the free Hosts—rebels, hackers, and broken soldiers who had followed Ethan into this last stand. They weren’t fighting for victory anymore. They were fighting to exist.“Target wave approaching from the east!” Maya’s voice cut thr
The God Machine Awakens
The world was no longer a world. It was a trembling mirage of color and code, collapsing and rebuilding itself with every breath. The God Machine had awakened—and its hum filled everything. It wasn’t sound; it was existence itself vibrating, rewriting, devouring.Across what had once been the skyline, Ragnar’s synthetic army froze mid-motion, their human façades melting away like wax under flame. Their eyes turned blank white, and streams of glowing data poured from their mouths and veins as the Machine absorbed them—turning them into vessels of its own will.Ethan stood at the center of it all, his boots sinking into a ground that no longer obeyed physics. The air tasted of copper and static. Around him, fragments of broken reality floated like glass—cars, buildings, faces—all glitching in and out of being.Maya’s voice came faint and distorted through the commlink.“Ethan! Get out of there! The field’s collapsing—”Static cut her off. He tried to respond, but the signal was gone.Th
End of the Cycle
The God Machine screamed.It was no longer the sound of metal, nor electricity—it was the sound of the universe tearing its own skin apart. Cities flickered like dying memories. The sky split into ribbons of light. Every Host, every human, every code line in the Paragon Network convulsed at once, tethered to one decision—Ethan’s.Inside the Machine’s heart, he stood between two forces that had once defined his life.To his left: Ada Cole, the mother who gave everything for a dream.To his right: Lena Brooks, the woman who had shattered him and still made his pulse race like war drums.The void quaked around them, fractured light reflecting their faces in infinite copies. Reality was coming undone.Ada’s voice was soft but steady, almost human.“Ethan… you were never meant to carry this. End it now. Join with me, and we can rebuild everything.”Lena’s tone was a whisper of desperation and fire.“Don’t listen to her. You’ve seen what she’s done—how she rewrote life itself. Let’s take co
Host Ω Rises
The sky was dead. Not dark—dead.It wasn’t night, and it wasn’t dawn. The color above the ruins was wrong, an endless stretch of bruised gray stitched with faint threads of static light. The air carried no birds, no hum of drones, no sound of wind. The world had fallen silent except for one thing—the slow, rhythmic pulse beneath the earth, like the heartbeat of something that wasn’t supposed to live.Maya coughed as she came to, her face half buried in dust and shattered glass. A soft, electric haze drifted through the ruins of Brooks Tower. She tried to sit up, groaning, her arm scraped and bleeding. The last thing she remembered was the sky splitting open—Ethan screaming as the system tore itself apart—and then, nothing but white.Her earpiece crackled once, then went dead. She tapped it again and again, but there was no connection. The air smelled like ozone and burnt circuitry. She looked around, dazed, her vision spinning. Brooks Tower—once the tallest in the city—was now a jagge