Hey, wake up! Don't you dare die on my server floor, filing the death report would be a total nightmare!"Freza choked, his lungs feeling as if they had just been forcibly pumped with air that smelled like burnt cables. He opened his eyes to find the face of the man in the 'I HATE MONDAYS' t-shirt right in front of his nose. The room was no longer Jakarta, but a cramped space filled with ancient CRT monitors, stacks of stale pizza boxes, and cables dangling like mechanical intestines."Cough! You... Who were you again? The Dev? What is this place? Why is it so suffocating?!""Welcome to the Back-end, the place where all your digital sins are processed before becoming reality. And I suggest you don't touch that red cable unless you want your entire childhood memory formatted into cat videos."Freza tried to sit up, his head throbbing violently. "I heard you talking about my father earlier. Don't cut it off, keep going! Who is my father, really? If you say he's some galactic ruler in di

Now, this is our chance! Qoriski, destroy the machine's control panel! Citra, hold off those robots!" I ordered quickly.Qoriski wasted no time. He ran toward the control panel filled with glowing cables. With one hammer blow full of rage, the panel exploded, emitting static sparks that killed the giant grinding machine."SUCKS TO BE YOU, EVIL MACHINE!" Qoriski shouted with satisfaction."Hey! You destroyed company property?!" X-Ray was furious, he raised his hand and suddenly all the emotion orbs in the room began to vibrate violently. "If you turn off the machine, these emotions will explode because they have no container! Do you want to be responsible if all of hell gets hit by an explosion of happiness?!""What?! Explode?!" Qoriski immediately turned pale. "Mas Freza, what do we do?! Are we gonna die from laughing too much?!""I... I have to channel the emotions somewhere!" I panicked, searching for a container on my system screen. "Damn, my st