An Immoral System Chose Me

Chapter 10: Building Security Logic Defeats the Boss

Jakarta never truly sleeps; it only blinks in a polluted, drowsy haze. Satya and Rina stood in the middle of a narrow alley flanked by two skyscrapers that looked like concrete giants watching over them. Satya’s breath was still heavy, his lungs feeling as if they were filled with the digital dust of the fake 'Maintenance' he had just triggered.

"Sat, are you sure we’re safe here?" Rina asked, wringing the hem of her wet cardigan. Her face still showed traces of shock, but her eyes—which now held a sharp glint of awareness—continued to scan their surroundings.

"Safe is a relative concept in a world where the script is written by a madman, Rin," Satya replied. He checked his system window, which now appeared slightly blurred at the edges—an effect of overusing Glitch energy.

[System: Warning! System Points: 0. Glitch Energy: Stable at 12.5%. Additional Warning: The Critic has tracked your energy signature. He is no longer using 'Moderator' protocols. He has activated the 'Script Enforcer'—a Boss-Level Antagonist specifically designed to delete non-compliant characters.]

"Script Enforcer?" Satya snorted. "The names are starting to sound more and more like job titles at a nearly bankrupt startup."

Suddenly, the loud chime of an elevator echoed through the narrow alley. However, there was no elevator there. The asphalt in front of them cracked, and a gold-plated elevator door emerged from underground, sliding open with a hiss of cold steam.

From inside the elevator stepped a figure that looked like a medieval knight, yet wore a cloak made of rows of constantly moving script paper. In his hand, he held a giant axe shaped like the 'Delete' symbol on a keyboard. Above his head, a dark red health bar floated with the text: [BOSS: The Plot Enforcer - Level 40].

[Event: Final Judgment Begins!] [Description: The Plot Enforcer will not stop until the target is deleted from the draft. No negotiation options. No escape options.]

"Level 40?" Rina’s eyes widened. "Sat, we aren't even Level 10!"

"Level is just a number, Rin. In this world, what matters is who has access to the control panel," Satya grabbed Rina’s hand. "Follow me. Don't run to the main road; we’re going back into the side building!"

"What? We’re going into a building again? Won't that just trap us?"

"Trust me. This is a Grade A office building with international security certification. And that paper knight? He’s an anomaly who doesn't have a building permit or even magnetic card access."

They ran toward the back door of 'Wisma Cakrawala.' Satya used his [Fast Hands] skill to touch the emergency door access panel. Instead of hacking it with magic, he simply sent an overload signal to the door’s magnet, forcing it to open in 'Emergency Fail-Safe' mode.

They rushed inside, sprinting through quiet corridors toward the mechanical floor and the security control room on the second floor.

The Plot Enforcer was not slow. He walked through concrete walls as if they were nothing more than a pile of unrendered pixels. The sound of his heavy footsteps caused the lights in the hallway to explode one by one.

"Alpha," Satya called out while still running. "Give me access to this building's BMS (Building Management System). I know you can hack human systems in seconds."

[System: Hacking building security system... Success. But Satya, what use are CCTV cameras and light controls against an axe that can delete your soul?]

"You’ll see," Satya stopped in front of a large panel filled with red pipes and giant valves. This was the heart of the automated fire suppression system—the Halon Gas and Sprinkler System.

At the end of the hallway, the Plot Enforcer appeared. He raised his giant axe. The world around the knight began to distort; colors faded into black and white.

"Satya... User 001... You are an error that must be corrected," the Enforcer’s voice sounded like the tearing of paper.

"Correct this, you failed script!" Satya shouted. He didn't attack the boss. Instead, he slammed his elbow into the emergency glass box labeled: [FIRE ALARM - BREAK GLASS].

KRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!

A deafening fire alarm filled the entire building. Emergency strobe lights began to flash a brilliant red—not the system's red, but the genuine red of security lights.

[System: What are you doing?! That alarm deals no damage to the Boss!]

"It’s not about damage, Alpha. It’s about 'Environmental Logic,'" Satya smirked. "Rina, cover your ears!"

Satya quickly typed something into the building's digital control panel, which was now floating in front of him thanks to Alpha’s help.

"This building has an automated security protocol if a fire occurs in the server and mechanical rooms. That protocol is called 'Atmospheric Isolation.' To extinguish a fire without damaging cables, the system will spray Halon gas or CO2, which will deplete the oxygen in this room within ten seconds."

"But Sat, we need oxygen too!" Rina panicked.

"We have these," Satya pulled two emergency oxygen masks from his Inventory—items he had 'borrowed' from an airplane’s first aid kit during a previous, untold mission. "Put them on!"

The Plot Enforcer looked confused. He tried to swing his axe, but a thick steel wall—an automatic fire door—suddenly slid down from the ceiling, separating him from Satya and Rina.

THUD!

"That’s stage one of the isolation protocol," Satya muttered.

Then, on the Enforcer's side, the pipes in the ceiling burst. It wasn't water that came out, but a very dense, cold gas. Halon gas began to fill the room.

In a fantasy narrative, monsters don't need oxygen. But the Plot Enforcer was an entity 'hitching a ride' on this building's reality to manifest. For his axe to cut concrete, he had to follow the building's laws of physics. As the oxygen vanished and the air pressure changed drastically, the knight's 'physical' manifestation began to suffer rendering glitches.

[Warning: Environmental Conditions Do Not Support Entity Manifestation!] [Boss Status: Suffocating (Logic Error) - HP Dropping Drastically!]

"He’s... he’s suffocating?" Rina asked behind her mask, her voice muffled.

"Not suffocating in a biological sense," Satya explained while monitoring the CCTV screen. "He’s suffocating because the 'Script' needs air to carry sound and movement. In a vacuum-like room filled with fire suppression gas, the script cannot be 'read' by reality. He is being treated as a 'fire' by the building's system, and the building is trying to put him out."

The Plot Enforcer tried to slash through the steel door, but each swing of his axe became slower. The axe began to look transparent, then turned into a pile of wet, sticky paper soaked by the gas condensation.

"Not finished yet," Satya pressed another button on the control panel. "Now, for my favorite part: the Anti-Terror Security Protocol."

Satya triggered a fake alarm indicating an armed intruder on the mechanical floor. In the real world, this would call the police. But in this smart building, the system activated the 'High-Frequency Sonic Deterrent'—a high-pitched sound designed to incapacitate humans without harming them.

WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII—

An incredibly high-pitched sound, nearly inaudible yet causing violent vibrations in the air molecules, exploded in the boss's room.

For the Plot Enforcer, who was made of 'Narrative' (which is essentially information waves), this high-frequency sound was pure poison. The lines of code on his cloak began to unravel. The letters on his axe scattered onto the floor like spilled alphabet soup.

[BOSS HP: 15%... 10%... 5%...]

"He’s falling apart..." Rina whispered in awe.

"He’s not falling apart because I’m strong," Satya stood tall, staring at the Enforcer who was now kneeling behind the reinforced glass, his body fading into digital ash. "He’s falling apart because he tried to be 'Extraordinary' in a place designed to stay 'Ordinary.' This building doesn't care if you’re a plot knight or a demon king; if you trigger the fire alarm and the sound sensors, you will be extinguished."

With one final chime, the Plot Enforcer exploded into thousands of light particles, which were then absorbed by the building's alarm system.

[BOSS DEFEATED!] [Victory Method: Bureaucratic Logic & Civil Security.] [Rewards: Experience Points +5000 (Level Up!), Skill: 'Building Admin Authority', Item: 'Severed Draft Axe'.]

[System: ... I don't know what to say. You just defeated a Level 40 Boss using fire extinguishers and a building alarm. The reader rating... Wow, it’s exploding!]

[Reader Rating: 4.8/5.0 - "Insane! Now that’s what I call smart! Using the building system to fight the game system! Satya is truly anti-mainstream!"]

Satya felt his body enveloped in a warm light.

[Level Up! Level 1 -> Level 10] [Glitch Integration Increased: 15.0%]

Satya took off his oxygen mask and inhaled the air, which was returning to normal after he deactivated the Halon system. He turned to Rina, who had also leveled up.

"You okay, Rin?"

Rina nodded, her breath still hitching. "I’m okay. But Sat... The Critic must be furious. We just humiliated his messenger."

"Let him be angry. The angrier he gets, the more mistakes he’ll make in his script," Satya picked up an object that had fallen on the floor: a small fragment of the axe that was now his item. "And now, we have enough levels to meet Grandpa Jaka."

They walked out of Wisma Cakrawala just as real fire trucks began to arrive in front of the building. Satya and Rina slipped through the crowd, looking like ordinary employees being evacuated.

In a grimy corner on the outskirts of Jakarta, beneath a noisy flyover, stood a simple coffee stall made of scrap wood and blue tarps. There, an old man in a yellowed white undershirt was busy stirring coffee in a thick glass.

His name was Grandpa Jaka. Above his head, there was no 'User' or 'Level' tag. There was only one transparent label, nearly invisible: [NPC: The Archivist of Deleted Scenes].

Satya and Rina arrived at the stall. Grandpa Jaka didn't look up; he continued stirring his coffee with a strange rhythm.

"Two black coffees, Grandpa," Satya said, sitting on a rickety wooden bench.

Grandpa Jaka stopped stirring. He looked up, his wrinkled eyes staring at Satya with a gaze that seemed to have seen the end of the world many times over.

"The black coffee here is bitter, kid. Bitterer than the fact that you are just a collection of letters in the eyes of someone hungry for entertainment," Grandpa Jaka’s voice was hoarse yet authoritative.

Rina gasped. "Grandpa... you know?"

"I’ve been here since the Beta version, young lady," Grandpa Jaka placed two glasses of coffee in front of them. "I am a character who was supposed to die in Chapter 1 to provide 'Past Tragedy' for the previous protagonist. But I refused to die. I hid inside a glitch and became a coffee seller."

Satya sipped his coffee. It was indeed bitter, but it brought incredible clarity to his mind. "We need a way to stop the Author, Grandpa. He’s trying to delete us because we’re ruining his story."

Grandpa Jaka chuckled, revealing his incomplete teeth. "Stop the Author? That’s impossible. But making the Author lose the copyright to his own world? That is possible."

Grandpa Jaka reached for something under the stall's table. It wasn't a sword or a potion, but a dull roll of paper that looked like an ancient land certificate.

"This is the 'Source Code' of a chapter that hasn't been written yet. If you can write your own name there as a 'Co-Author,' then the System can no longer delete you without deleting itself."

[System: (Alpha’s voice trembles) Satya... that... that is a high-level forbidden item! If we touch it, The Critic will send an entire army of demons here!]

"Let them come," Satya stared at the scroll with eyes flashing purple. "I’m tired of being an actor. Now, I want to be the editor."

Suddenly, the sky above Jakarta split open. Black clouds swirled into a giant vortex, and a grand yet terrifying trumpet blast echoed from the heavens.

[Global Event Detected: The Author's Wrath!] [Description: The Author has decided to perform a 'Hard Reset' on the Central Jakarta area. Deletion time: 60 Minutes.]

Satya stood up, clutching the scroll from Grandpa Jaka. He looked at Rina, who also stood with firm determination.

"Alpha," Satya called.

[System: ... Yes, User?]

"Open all Inventory slots. We’re going to put this entire coffee stall inside. We’re taking 'The Archivist' to the server core."

[System: What?! Putting an NPC and his stall inside?! That will cause a severe system crash!]

"That’s exactly the point," Satya smirked. "If the system crashes, the Author has to reboot. And when he reboots, we’ll be there to change the default settings."

Satya touched the pillar of Grandpa Jaka’s coffee stall.

[Skill: 'Building Admin Authority' & 'Fast Hands' Combined!] [Processing Asset Storage: Grandpa Jaka’s Coffee Stall (Rank: Mythical Glitch)]

ZUUUUUUM!

The coffee stall vanished, leaving an empty hole under the flyover. Satya, Rina, and Grandpa Jaka now stood in the middle of a void as the world around them began to crumble into shards of black code.

"Let’s go," Satya said, looking toward the white light at the edge of the sky, which was the entrance to the Author’s server room. "Let’s tell them that this story has a different ending."

[Reader Rating: 4.9/5.0 - "Crazy! He stole the coffee stall into his inventory! Satya is truly unstoppable! Heading to the Season 1 Final!"]

Satya stepped forward into the light, ready to perform the greatest sabotage in the history of literature.

[DATA_PAST_USER_001.log - Updated]

STATUS: REVOLUTION IN PROGRESS.

GLITCH INTEGRATION: 15.0%

NOTE: USER HAS OBTAINED SUPPORT FROM AN ANCIENT NPC. 'CRASHING THE SYSTEM' STRATEGY INITIATED.

EVALUATION: AUTHOR IN THREATENED POSITION. INITIATING FINAL DEFENSE PROTOCOL: 'THE REDACTED ONE.'

Behind that white light, a giant figure that was merely a black silhouette with a pen dripping blood-ink was waiting. But Satya was not afraid. He had bitter coffee, a wise old man, and a loyal partner. And most importantly, he had logic that no script could ever understand.

The final act of Season 1 had just begun.