The transition out of the Blank Zone was not a step, nor a motion, nor even a thought. It was a discontinuity — the sensation of a dream snapping into waking reality without the act of waking. One moment, Ethan stood in the center of nothingness, surrounded by the unborn silence. The next, the nothingness folded away like a sheet of thin paper, revealing a realm that made infinity look primitive.No gently shifting colors.No cosmic currents.No floating geometric constructs or star-sized sigils.Instead, an immaculate plane of radiant glass stretched in every direction, so flawless that it reflected nothing. There were no scratches, no air, no particles, no life.It was a kingdom without blemish.A dimension without entropy.A reality without the possibility of error.Ethan knew its name the instant he arrived.THE REALM OF PERFECTION.Not because something told him.But because in this place, naming a thing was redundant — it was already what it was meant to be.The System fragment

1 — THE WALK INTO INEVITABILITYEthan had been dragged before enemies, gods, monsters, systems, even paradoxes — but never before anything like this.The hallway leading to the Chamber of Omniscience was made entirely of perception. Not stone. Not light. It was crafted from awareness itself. As he walked, his footsteps echoed not in sound, but in observations.Each step triggered a whisper.“You failed when you let the Anti-Failure be born.”“You failed when your presence cracked Stable Realms.”“You failed when you let the FailCore wake.”“You failed when you saved worlds that should have ended…”The voices were toneless — absolute. Like someone reading mathematical truths.Ethan forced himself forward.Behind him, dozens of the Perfect Ones floated silently, their porcelain-white bodies gleaming in sterile illumination. Their faces had no features, yet he felt their hatred, cold and righteous.They didn’t fear him.They didn’t admire him.They saw him as a disease.At the end of the