Sector 88. The Otome Kingdom. The Royal Gala.The grand ballroom of the Royal Palace was silent. The enchanting waltz had abruptly stopped. Hundreds of gasping nobles stared at the center of the dance floor.Lady Isabella, the legendary 'Villainess' of the kingdom, stood defiantly in her blood-red gown. She was originally a modern girl who had reincarnated into this cursed Otome game. She knew the plot: if she stayed engaged to the Crown Prince, she would be executed at the guillotine in exactly two years.To survive the 'Death Flag', she had to break the script."I, Isabella von Rose, formally request the immediate annulment of our engagement!" Isabella declared, her voice echoing through the silent hall.Crown Prince Cedric, a handsome but incredibly arrogant young man, sneered down at her."You dare cancel our engagement, you wicked woman?" Cedric laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "Fine! Be gone! But remember this: your family’s Northern Fiefdom is a barren, frozen wasteland. Withou

The Absolute Reality. Apex Corporation Headquarters. The Penthouse.The panoramic windows of the Penthouse did not show the city skyline today. They displayed a blinding, transcendent expanse of pure white light. The fabric of reality warped, and a colossal, faceless entity composed of scrolling binary code and starlight materialized inside the office.This was The Creator, the overarching intelligence behind the 'Main Space' and the omnipotent supplier of all 'Cheat Systems' across the Multiverse.“LUCAS KING!” The Creator’s voice echoed like a billion synthesized choirs, vibrating the void-espresso right out of Lucas’s cup. “YOU HAVE DISRUPTED THE SACRED ECOSYSTEM OF ENTERTAINMENT! YOU ACQUIRED MY GACHA REALM! YOU PATENTED MY DEVOURING SLIME! MY SYSTEM HOSTS ARE GOING BANKRUPT AND WORKING IN YOUR WAREHOUSES!”Lucas King did not flinch. He casually wiped a drop of spilled espresso from his crystalline desk with a silk handkerchief."I haven't disrupted anything, Creator. I merely opt

Sector 1. The Mortal Earth. A Dimly Lit Hotel Room.The glow of three high-end holographic monitors illuminated the determined face of a tiny, five-year-old boy. His little fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard at superhuman speeds.This was Leo, but on the dark web, he was known by his terrifying, untraceable hacker alias: X1N-Y4N.Five years ago, his mother had fled the city broken-hearted after a misunderstanding with the ultimate billionaire, Lucas King. Now, Leo had returned to exact his tiny, five-year-old vengeance."Take that, you bad, bad daddy!" Leo whispered fiercely, pushing his oversized glasses up his small nose. "I've bypassed the King Corp absolute firewalls! I'm going to drain exactly one hundred billion Absolute Credits from your personal offshore accounts and give it to Mommy! That will teach you to make her cry!"The progress bar on his screen glowed ominously red. Downloading Funds... 97%... 98%... 99%...CLICK.The lights in the hotel room suddenly turned o

Sector 6. The Midnight City. A Darkened Alleyway.The rain poured down, soaking the thin dress of Chloe, a seemingly ordinary human girl. She backed away in terror until her back hit the cold, damp brick wall of the alley.Looming over her was Damon, the Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack. He was a terrifyingly handsome, aggressively muscular man who exuded pure, untamed, animalistic danger. His eyes glowed a vibrant, predatory crimson."You cannot escape me, little human," Damon growled, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through Chloe’s bones. He slammed both hands against the wall, trapping her in a classic, inescapable kabedon."Please! Let me go! I don't even know you!" Chloe pleaded, her heart racing."You are my Fated Mate! The Moon Goddess has destined us to be together!" Damon roared, his canine teeth elongating into terrifying fangs. He lowered his face toward her trembling neck. "I will claim you tonight! I will leave my Mark upon your flesh, and you will belong to the Bloodmoon

Sector 1. Metropolis Center. The Central Park Ruin.The city was in chaos. The once-manicured Central Park had transformed into a terrifying, pre-historic jungle in a matter of hours. Giant ferns crushed city buses, and sentient vines had strangled the skyscrapers surrounding the park.At the epicenter stood The Elder Root, a thousand-year-old oak tree that had awakened its consciousness during the Global Mana Surge. Its trunk was now as wide as a stadium, and its glowing, emerald eyes stared down from the canopy with ancient fury.“HUMANS!” The Elder Root’s voice was a tectonic rumble that shattered the glass of every building within five blocks. “YOUR CONCRETE JUNGLES ARE A CANCER UPON THE EARTH! I HAVE RECLAIMED THIS LAND! NATURE SHALL RISE, AND YOUR WEAK CIVILIZATION SHALL BE BURIED BENEATH MY ROOTS!”The terrified citizens fled, as the tree’s massive roots began to buckle the foundations of the nearby Financial District.CLANK. CLANK. CLANK.The sound of heavy, industrial machine