Falling across the boundary between dimensions had never felt like flying.It felt more like being chewed apart by a colossal grinder made of shattered glass and static noise.Oliver plunged downward, tearing through layer after layer of fractured reality.Cosmic colors, neon violet, corrupted green, and blood red, exploded across his vision, slashing against his skin at the speed of light. He couldn't scream. The Berserk Mode that had consumed his mind atop Nox-Machina still controlled his vocal cords, locking his jaw into a distorted digital growl.The Joker Virus in his chest raged wildly, searching for something to devour, but inside this Void tunnel, there was nothing except empty space.Then gravity seized him.Not the artificial gravity of a planet, but the pull of an absolute center of mass, as though it were the universe's final drain.Oliver looked down.The colors of the dimensional corridor suddenly faded, washed away by a single color that swallowed his entire vision.Gra

The colossal steel doors slammed shut behind Oliver.BLAM!The impact shook the floor beneath his feet. The echo of colliding metal lingered for a moment before being swallowed by absolute silence.Oliver stood at the entrance, breathing heavily.He dragged his crude bone legs across the floor while planting the Glitch Blade in his golden right hand against the ground, using it as a makeshift cane.He had already prepared himself for every kind of physical trap imaginable.A divine guardian monster.Reality-burning laser cannons.An inverted gravity chamber.He was ready to die again, reboot again, and keep moving.But the chamber before him...Contained none of those things.The temple's inner sanctum wasn't another server labyrinth like the exterior.It was an enormous octagonal hall.There was no ceiling.Yet there was no sky either.Only a soft white radiance that seemed to come from everywhere at once.And the walls...Every wall, the floor, and the ceiling were made entirely of

The gray sky above Necro-Prime wasn't merely torn apart.It was suffering a cosmic hemorrhage.From the colossal dimensional rift that had opened above the roofless ruins of the server temple, the Grand Deleter descended in eerie silence. The porcelain prism satellite was impossibly massive, large enough to blot out the entire horizon. Crimson rings revolved around its body, releasing a low-frequency hum that made every rib vibrate.WUUUUUM... WUUUUUM...Gravity around the temple went berserk.Fragments of divine bone dust that had been scattered across the ground slowly rose into the air, as if drawn upward by an invisible magnetic force.Floating directly beneath the muzzle of the apocalypse-bearing satellite was the faceless Vantablack figure known as the Eraser. It stared at Oliver with pure murderous intent. Its right arm remained intact, gripping the white staff, but its left arm ended at the shoulder, severed after being infected by the Joker Virus back in Nox-Machina."YOU ARE

Gravity had become nothing more than an obsolete concept to Oliver Warner.He shot upward, piercing the gray skies of Necro-Prime not by flying with wings, but by tearing through the coordinates of space itself. His body, now an entity of white-gold energy threaded with purple-black glitches, left behind a blazing trail of light that set the static atmosphere of this dimension ablaze.His speed could no longer be measured in kilometers per hour.He moved as fast as thought.High above, The Eraser, now reduced to a single arm, floated beneath the ruined satellite known as The Grand Deleter. For the first time, the Vantablack creature looked like prey cornered with nowhere left to run.The Eraser's cosmic sensors detected the approaching anomaly.It raised its white staff.SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!Three beams of absolute erasure shot straight toward Oliver.The same beams that had erased cities, melted glaciers, and taken Oliver's leg.But the Oliver that existed now was no longer flesh

Gravity delivered the first and cruelest lesson to an entity that had only just learned what it meant to be mortal.CRAAASH! KRAAAK!The impact sent a sickening jolt through the air.The Eraser's body slammed into the solid ribs of the colossal god lying at the bottom of Necro-Prime.No cosmic shield softened the collision.No wings slowed his descent.The body that had only moments ago been forced into a biological form shattered on impact.His femur splintered.His ribs pierced his newly formed lungs.His left arm, already severed, sprayed blood in every direction.The blood was dark crimson, but its texture was filthy, mixed with neon-blue fluid left behind by fragments of unresolved Vantablack code."HAAACK... KHUUUKK!"The Eraser coughed violently.Every cough sent thick clumps of blood pouring from his mangled mouth.He writhed across the gray dust.Pain, a sensation that had never existed in his database throughout millions of years, assaulted every nerve in his body at once.I