All Chapters of System Error: The Wrong Survivor
: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
10 chapters
The Invisible Man
I dragged the heavy crate of enchanted ammunition across the dusty staging yard, my shoulders burning under the straps. The metal edges dug into my palms, already raw from hours of hauling gear for people who barely glanced my way."Move it faster, porter!" a voice barked from somewhere behind me. I didn't even turn to see who it was, just kept dragging.A group of elite hunters clustered near the gate's massive arch, their armor gleaming under the harsh floodlights. They laughed loud, voices carrying easy over the chaos."Did you hear? Once we clear this Abyss Gate, the rewards alone will set us up for life," one said, a tall woman with a scar across her cheek. "Headlines in every guild feed. 'Veridian Team Conquers the Unconquerable.'"Her buddy, a burly guy loading his own pack, snorted. "Forget the money. The Association will throw S-Rank promotions at us. Imagine the contracts rolling in after this. No more scraping by on C-Rank trash.""Yeah, and the girls," another chimed in, g
The Gate That Breathes
The gate pulsed ahead of us like an open wound cut straight into the sky, edges rippling with that sick purple-black energy. My crate dug into my back as I followed the team, every step heavier than the last."Formation tight," Kain called out, voice steady but tighter than before. He glanced back once. "Porter, keep up or get left. We don't babysit."I nodded quick, sweat already stinging the blisters on my palms. "Yes, sir. Right behind you."The other hunters lined up, their laughs from the yard gone quiet now. The woman with the scar, Lira, I think someone called her, shifted her rifle. "This thing feels off. Air's too thick. Like it's pushing back.""Gate always does that on S-Ranks," the burly guy, Marcus, muttered. He stepped forward first, shoulders squared. "See you on the other side, legends."He vanished through the shimmer. Just like that. No flash, no drama. One second there, next gone.Kain went next, waving the rest forward. "Move. Stay sharp."One by one they disappear
The Wrong Silence
The whisper still rang in my skull as we pushed forward, six hours deep now with no monsters, no traps, nothing but that heavy, breathing quiet.Kain raised a hand at the front. "Hold up. This silence is wrong. Should’ve hit something by now."Lira shifted her rifle, eyes darting to the pulsing walls. "Yeah. No ambushes. No screams from the dark. It’s like the dungeon forgot how to fight."Marcus wiped sweat from his neck. "Or it’s saving it all for one big punch. My system’s still glitching. Gravity keeps flipping every few minutes. Feels like it’s herding us."I stayed in the middle, legs burning from the endless march. The fleshy corridors had given way to sharper crystal veins that glowed faint blue, lighting our path just enough to see the next twist. Every step echoed too loud in the stillness."You think it’s broken?" Lira asked Kain, voice low but carrying back to me. "Some gates go haywire after too many failed runs."Kain shook his head, boots squelching on the soft floor. "
The First Death
The letters burned into my eyes, ELIAS VERNE, carved deep and perfect in the ancient stone like they had waited for me all this time.Kain stepped closer, voice sharp. “Porter? What the hell are you staring at? Talk.”I pointed with a shaking finger, my throat dry. “My name. It’s… it’s got my name right there.”Lira moved in fast, rifle still up. “What are you talking about, kid? Let me see.”Marcus shoved past me, eyes narrowing at the seal. “Impossible. That’s not possible. None of us have been here before. How does it know your damn name?”Kain’s face hardened. He leaned in, reading the symbols around it. “Explain yourself, Elias. You holding out on us? Some black market info you didn’t share?”I shook my head hard, stepping back. “I swear I don’t know. I’ve never been inside any gate like this. I’m just a porter. I haul stuff. That’s it.”Lira’s voice rose. “Then why is it written there like you’re the main event? This seal was supposed to be the core. Not a damn tombstone with yo
The Last Man Standing
The chamber shrank around us like a closing fist.Another hunter screamed as the walls pulsed and gravity folded in on him from every side. His body twisted, bones snapping like dry twigs. Blood sprayed hot across my face before the dungeon seemed to swallow the mist.“Fall back!” Kain roared, his gravity field flaring brighter around the group. “Stay inside my bubble!”Lira grabbed my arm, dragging me closer. “Kid, don’t move! It’s picking us off one by one!”Marcus fired wildly at the ceiling, trying to break the crystal ribs. “My shots are slowing down mid-air! The dungeon’s reading every move!”I tried to help. I really did. I grabbed one of the fallen charges from the floor and hurled it toward the seal, hoping to crack it. The charge flew true… then stopped dead six feet away, hovering in the air before dropping harmlessly.“Why isn’t it attacking me?” I shouted, voice cracking. “I’m right here!”Lira spun toward me, eyes wild. “Shut up and stay close! Maybe it hasn’t noticed yo
Chosen
The silence felt heavier than every scream combined.I stood frozen among the broken bodies, boots glued to the floor that kept sucking the blood down like it was hungry. Kain lay closest, his strong frame twisted into something small and wrong. His eyes stared empty. The same man who had laughed at me back in the staging yard now looked finished. Lira’s hand still clutched her rifle even in death. Marcus was bent at angles no body should make. The rest were just red shapes scattered around me. No groans. No last words. Just the low, steady pulse of the walls, like the dungeon was breathing slow and satisfied.My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. “Why me?” I whispered, the words breaking apart in the quiet. “Why kill all of them and leave only me standing here?”The chamber gave no answer. It had gone completely still, like it had checked off its list and was now waiting for what came next.Then the seal at the center began to glow.Soft blue light traced the ancient symbols first. My name
The Pain of Becoming
The white light swallowed everything.It poured into me like liquid fire, flooding straight through my skin, my veins, my bones. My nerves ignited all at once, burning white-hot from the inside out. Every inch of me lit up with pain so pure it felt like my body was being rewritten line by line.I screamed, but the sound came out choked, raw. “It hurts… make it stop!”The energy didn’t listen. It kept rushing in, thick and endless, pressing against the inside of my skull until I thought my head would split. My bones vibrated, humming like they were tuning to a frequency they were never built for. I could feel them shifting, cracking, trying to grow stronger and failing at the same time.“Stop… please…” I gasped, curling tighter on the cold floor. “I can’t… I’m not strong enough for this.”Memories that weren’t mine slammed into my mind next. Not gentle. Not slow. They crashed through like a flood.I saw cities made of crystal and light collapsing into dust. Towers taller than mountains
Three Days Later
The beeping pulled me out first.Steady. Mechanical. Like a heart that wasn’t mine. My eyes cracked open to bright white lights and clean walls that smelled of antiseptic and metal. A hospital bed. Soft sheets. Tubes in my arm. I tried to sit up and my body felt… wrong. Too heavy in some places, too light in others. My skin tingled like it had been stretched and stitched back together while I slept.“Where…?” My voice came out raspy, throat raw like I had been screaming for days.A nurse in a white coat hurried over, eyes wide. “He’s awake! Doctor Ashcroft, he’s awake!”Footsteps rushed in. I blinked hard, trying to focus. Machines beeped faster now, matching the sudden spike in my chest. My hands looked the same, same scars from hauling crates, but they felt different. Stronger. Like something inside them was waiting.“Easy, Elias,” a calm male voice said from the doorway. “You’ve been out for three days. Don’t push it.”I turned my head slowly. A man in a crisp lab coat stood there,
The Countdown
The doctors whispered right outside my door, their voices low and urgent like they thought the walls couldn’t hear.I caught pieces anyway. “...only survivor... Abyss Gate... name on the core seal...” One of them sounded nervous. “We need to keep him isolated. Director Ashcroft is on his way.”Two security guards stood inside the room now, rifles ready, eyes locked on me like I was a bomb that might go off. No more kind nurses checking my vitals. No gentle smiles. I wasn’t a patient anymore.I was a risk.I lay there in the hospital bed, tubes still taped to my arm, machines beeping steadily beside me. My body felt off. Too sensitive. Every breath pulled at muscles that didn’t quite feel like mine anymore. The sheets scratched against skin that tingled like it had been remade while I slept.One guard shifted his weight, muttering to the other. “You believe the reports? Whole S-Rank team wiped out and this kid walks out untouched. Something’s not right with him.”The second guard kept
The Man Who Planned It
The hospital door clicked open with a soft, deliberate sound.I looked up from the bed, heart already hammering against my ribs. The two security guards straightened instantly, stepping aside like they had been waiting for this exact moment.A man walked in calmly, no rush, no hesitation. Sharp black suit that looked expensive, silver streaks running through his otherwise dark hair, features cut clean and precise like someone who calculated every move before making it. His eyes were the color of storm clouds, gray, heavy, the kind that seemed to see straight through skin and bone.He stopped at the foot of my bed and studied me. Not with fear. Not even with simple curiosity. It was recognition. Like he had been waiting years to stand in this exact spot and look at me.The blue screen still hovered in my vision, the timer ticking silently in the corner. 847 days.I pushed myself up higher against the pillows, tubes tugging at my arm. My voice came out rough. “Who are you?”The man didn