All Chapters of An Immoral System Chose Me: Chapter 31
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Chapter 30: Alpha Escapes from Beta
In the heart of the Alpha-Omega server, time no longer moved in a straight line. It looped, fractured, and sometimes stopped entirely like a YouTube video stuttering due to a poor internet connection. Satya stood before the giant orb of light that was the core of the entire Jakarta simulation. His hands, which now resembled a weave of purple and black circuits rather than human flesh, were still pressed against the orb's surface. Grandpa Jaka's Free Will Protocol USB had been completely swallowed by the machine, triggering a chain reaction that made the entire room vibrate at a bone-aching frequency."Satya! Look behind you!" Rina shouted.Satya turned. At the end of the dark server corridor, a new dimensional door opened. However, this door didn't emit purple or gold light. It emitted a white light that was incredibly cold, sterile, and... efficient. From within the light, rows of code emerged—far neater, more complex, and deadlier than anything the hag
Chapter 31: Soul Defragmentation
The Alpha-Omega Core room no longer resembled an underground data center. After the energy blast that expelled System Beta, the reality around Satya began to peel away like wall paint exposed to extreme heat. Concrete walls vanished, replaced by an infinite white expanse that flickered occasionally, displaying cascading rows of binary code like vertical rain.Satya stood in the middle of that void. His body felt light—too light. He looked at his hands; his fingers now appeared semi-transparent, with pulses of purple energy throbbing beneath his skin. His Glitch Integration sat at 99.9%. He was an anomaly waiting for just one more heartbeat to become a permanent part of this universe's code."Satya... what’s happening? Why is everything turning white?" Rina’s voice trembled. She stood a few meters behind Satya, clutching her umbrella-sword, which now looked dull, having lost its energetic glow. Bagas was beside her, looki
Chapter 32: Plot Twist: The Lazy Author
The white light that swallowed Satya, Rina, and Bagas at the end of the defragmentation process wasn't a door to eternal peace, but a pathetic existential waiting room. Satya opened his eyes and found himself no longer in Jakarta, nor in a high-tech server corridor. He was floating in a void filled with thousands of digital sheets of paper flying like dry leaves in autumn.However, those sheets didn't contain binary code. They contained text. Sentence after sentence that sounded incredibly familiar to Satya's ears."Satya let out a long sigh, staring at the blue window in front of him with disgust...""Rina gripped Satya's hand, feeling a tangible warmth...""Mr. Bambang screamed, his face turning bright red..."Satya grabbed one of the sheets passing in front of his nose. He read it with a furrowed brow. "This... this isn't code. It's a script. And not just a play script, it's a webnovel fo
Chapter 33: Defying Fate
Jakarta, or at least the version currently being reconstructed by the trembling fingers of the author "Lazy_Writer_99," looked like an unfinished sketch. The sky was no longer neon purple, but a pale blue that was far too clean, as if someone had just scrubbed it with floor cleaner. In several corners of Sudirman Street, buildings still displayed gray polygon textures because the Author was suffering from burnout and hadn't had the chance to color the assets yet.Satya stood in front of Pak Bambang’s desk on the 15th floor of Wisma Cakrawala. In his hand, he held a very neat sheet of white paper. There were no floating system windows, no exploding purple auroras. There was only Satya, an employee with eye bags deep enough to store the secrets of the universe, and Pak Bambang, who was staring at him with his mouth agape."A resignation letter?" Pak Bambang’s voice trembled, his mustache twitching uncontrollably. "Satya, you just saved this b
Chapter 34: The Pact Over Cold Pizza
Zagan tossed a hardened pizza crust back into the greasy cardboard box. "This is an insult. How could the Demon King of the seven hells end up in a cramped apartment that smells like wet socks and despair?"Satya snorted, chugging his canned beer until it was empty. "Welcome to reality, Your Highness. There are no bone thrones here. Just unpaid bills and buy-one-get-one-free promo pizza.""At least this pizza is real, Zagan," Rina said softly. She sat on the floor, leaning her umbrella-sword—which still glowed with a faint blue light—against the wall. "More real than the script that forced me to be a timid office girl for three years."Bagas, who had been staring blankly at the wall the entire time, suddenly whispered, "I’ve died four hundred and forty-five times. In every loop, I always die protecting someone who doesn't even remember my name in the next cycle. You think this cold pizza is bad? Try feeling your guts spilled out over and over a
Chapter 35: Declaration of the Interdimensional Workers' Union
The air in the apartment was thick enough to choke a horse. Between the smell of stale pepperoni, Zagan’s demonic musk, and the literal digital ozone humming off Anya’s holographic displays, Satya felt like his brain was being microwaved. He slumped in his creaky office chair, staring at a floating blue screen that looked suspiciously like a Word document from hell."Alright, listen up, you bunch of narrative rejects," Satya muttered, rubbing his temples. "If we’re gonna do this, we do it right. No half-assed rebellion. We’re hititng 'em where it hurts—the logic. Anya, you got the uplink ready?""Locked and loaded, Admin," Anya chirped, her avatar flickering with a mischievous glint. "I’ve bypassed the standard notification protocols. Instead of 'System Update,' every sentient NPC and User with a high enough 'Glitch Factor' is gonna get a pop-up they can’t swipe away. It’s gonna be glorious."Zagan leaned against t
Chapter 36: Recruiting the First Member: The Retired Hero
The air in the "Completed World" smelled like mothballs and static. It was the kind of silence that made your ears ring—the sound of a story that had nowhere left to go. Satya adjusted his collar, looking around the deserted street of what used to be a bustling fantasy-modern hybrid city. Now, it was just a low-res backdrop."Anya, you sure this is the place? It looks like a graveyard for tropes," Satya muttered, stepping over a discarded 'Holy Sword' that was rusting into pixels."Positive, Admin," Anya’s voice echoed from the black book in his pocket. "The data breach led straight here. Novel Title: *The Last Bastion of Light*. Status: Axed/Completed. The protagonist, Bima, is registered at a local cat cafe called 'The Purr-fect Ending.' Very subtle."Zagan snorted, his massive boots clanking on the pavement. "A cat cafe? I’ve razed entire dimensions, and now I’m looking for a 'Hero' who serves milk to felines? This Union is off to a pa
Chapter 37: The Author's Reaction: The 'Union Buster' Mission
In a dimly lit room somewhere in the "Real World," a guy named Lazy_Writer_99 was staring at his monitor with eyes so bloodshot they looked like a roadmap of a disaster zone. Empty energy drink cans and ramen cups littered his desk like a graveyard of poor life choices."What the hell is going on?" he hissed, his fingers trembling over the mechanical keyboard. "The ratings are through the roof. The comments section is a war zone. People are calling it 'the most meta-deconstruction of the decade,' but I didn't even write half of this shit!"A massive, glowing red notification popped up on his screen, overriding his word processor.**[WARNING: BETA SYSTEM CRITICAL INTERVENTION]****[Anomaly Union detected in Chapter 36. Narrative stability at 14%.]****[Initiating 'Union Buster' Protocol. Deploying Narrative Enforcement Agents.]**"Oh, no, no, no," Lazy_Writer_99 whimpered, burying his face in his hands. "If the Beta System takes over, they’
Chapter 38: Underground Meeting: The Subconscious Network
The Draft Space was a total sensory nightmare. Imagine a trash compactor filled with half-finished 3D models, textures that looked like vomit, and a sky that constantly switched between a Windows 95 screensaver and a literal void. It was the basement of reality where the "Author" threw all the ideas he was too lazy to finish."Watch your step, Bima," Satya warned, hopping over a floating, untextured staircase. "If you fall into that white mist, you might end up as a background asset in a generic cultivation manhua.""Persetan with that," Bima grunted, his starlight claymore glowing faintly. "I’ve had enough of 'Jade Beauties' and 'Arrogant Young Masters' to last me ten lifetimes. This place is a dump, Satya. Why are we meeting here?""Because it’s the only place the Great Algorithm can't fully map," Anya explained, her holographic form flickering as she processed the chaotic data. "It’s like a blind spot in a security camera. We’ve called
Chapter 39: The Demon King: Anti-Cliché Trainer
The "Training Ground" was a literal mess of unrendered gray blocks and flickering textures, tucked away in a corner of the Draft Space that Anya had managed to reinforce with a "No-Signal" firewall. It looked like a video game level that had been abandoned halfway through development. Zagan stood in the center, his massive black armor gleaming under the artificial, glitchy light. Behind him, a row of demons from his former army stood at attention, looking deeply confused as they held clipboards instead of spears."Alright, listen up, you pathetic excuses for background assets!" Zagan roared, his voice echoing off the invisible walls. "You want to survive the next 'Glitch Purge'? You want to stop being the 'Hero’s' punching bag? Then you need to unlearn every single piece of scripted bullshit the Author ever shoved down your throats!"Satya leaned against a floating crate, lighting a glitched cigarette. "Give 'em hell, Zagan. They’re still moving like they&r