2026-01-27 19:39:42The Billing Headquarters stood tall like a gargantuan tombstone amidst the city’s ruins. Its brutalist architecture—composed of windowless grey concrete on the lower floors—exuded a cold, predatory aura of authority. As Mark Miller stepped through the creaking revolving doors, he was greeted by a scent he knew all too well: the smell of aged paper, cheap printer ink, and the cold sweat of desperate workers.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: YOU ARE ENTERING THE 'DEBT COLLECTION' RED ZONE]
[Status: Delinquent Debtor (Category: Total Default)]
[Helpdesk System: "Mark, as your career assistant, I strongly advise you to turn back. Entering this area without additional collateral is considered an attempt to evade debt. Consequence: Forced Soul Seizure."]
"I’m not evading anything, you idiot," Mark growled, tightening his grip on the 'Contract Termination' Hammer he had purchased on the Black Market. "I’m here to perform a counter-collection. Tell your boss Mark Miller wants to close his account... permanently."
The lobby was vast and silent, but the stillness was deceptive. In every corner, stacks of documents ten feet high swayed without a breeze. Suddenly, the rapid-fire clacking of typewriters echoed from every direction.
Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-ting!
"Welcome to the Asset Liquidation Division," a monotonous voice droned.
From behind a mountain of paperwork, a grotesque figure emerged: The Chief Accountant. His body was hunched, but from his spine sprouted eight additional long, spindly arms, each clutching a steel calculator, a razor-sharp oversized fountain pen, or a massive hole puncher. His face was obscured by a stack of invoices stitched directly into his skin.
"Mr. Miller," the bureaucratic monster hissed, scuttling closer on his extra limbs like a spider. "Your debt has reached a critical limit. We have already commenced the conversion process on your colleague, Sarah, into compensation points. She is currently undergoing ‘document shredding’ on the 50th floor."
"Release her, or I’ll dismantle this entire office along with your annual reports!" Mark threatened.
[Helpdesk System: "Negotiation failed. Warning: This monster's efficiency is 300% above average. Deploy your ‘Physical Complaint Form’ now."]
The Chief Accountant struck first. Three of his arms launched thousands of sheets of paper into the air. These were no ordinary pages; each leaf had edges coated in a thin laser-film. It was a Salary-Cut Paper Trap.
Mark swung his hammer, creating a shockwave to repel the paper storm, but a single sheet managed to slice his cheek.
[Warning: Physical Damage Detected!]
[Helpdesk System: "This injury will incur a health administration f*e of 50 Points. Please request a rating to cover the costs."]
"Shut up!" Mark lunged forward, dodging a thrust from a giant pen that shattered the concrete floor where he had stood a second before. He rolled beneath the monster’s underbelly and slammed his hammer into one of the additional limbs.
CRACK!
The mechanical arm shattered, leaking black oil and blue sparks.
[Target Injured. Service Procedure: Immediately inquire about the target’s satisfaction regarding the impact of your attack.]
Mark leaped back as the monster thrashed, toppling a lobby pillar. "Thank you for experiencing our asset destruction service! Give me a five-star rating, or I’ll terminate your life-contract!"
[System processing... Rating received: 1 Star.]
[Monster Comment: ‘Unprofessional attack. Highly painful. I shall report this to Hell’s HR Department.’]
ZAPPPP!
Blue lightning struck Mark’s back from the lobby ceiling, which had transformed into a massive digital screen. Mark fell to his knees, smoke rising from his scorched skin. The pain was excruciating, as if every nerve in his body was being pulled out by the roots.
"Dammit... the lightning... it’s stronger here..." Mark wheezed.
[Helpdesk System: "Naturally, Mark. This is the hub. The punishment signal here has much higher bandwidth. Try to be more cordial."]
"Cordial?" Mark stood unsteadily, his eyes crimson with rage. "I’ll give them a cordiality they’ll never forget."
Mark accessed the Black Market through his cracked watch. "Give me that ‘Empathy-Stripping Fluid’ you offered earlier. Fast!"
[Transaction Successful. Price: All remaining warmth from your childhood memories. Consuming fluid now...]
Mark downed the cold, black liquid. Instantly, the trembling in his hands ceased. The fear of pain vanished from his eyes, replaced by a cold, calculative void. He no longer saw The Chief Accountant as a terrifying monster, but merely as a numerical value that needed to be zeroed out.
"Operator Miller," the monster hissed, "you will never reach Sarah. She is already inside the shredder."
Mark didn't answer. He moved with a velocity that was no longer human. When the monster tried to impale him with six arms at once, Mark didn't dodge. He allowed one of the sharp pens to pierce his shoulder, locking the monster in place. Then, with his free hand, he brought the sledgehammer down onto the creature's face—again and again.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Every strike of the 'Contract Termination' Hammer pulverized the invoices stitched to the monster’s face. Blood and ink exploded into a single mess.
[Helpdesk System: "Mark, consecutive attacks without polite dialogue will drastically lower your CSAT score! Cease or—"]
"Mute all voice notifications," Mark commanded coldly. "Divert all energy from the communication module to physical offense. Now."
[System: "Warning! This violates protocol... Diverting energy..."]
Mark’s body was suddenly enveloped in a pitch-black aura. He raised his hammer high, ignoring the hole in his shoulder. With a roar that sounded more like an engine's revving than a human voice, he slammed the hammer into the lobby floor with full force.
KABOOOOM!
A wave of energy obliterated every paper trap in the room. The Chief Accountant was hurled across the lobby, his many-limbed body snapped in multiple places.
Mark walked toward the dying monster and crushed its head under his ink-stained boot.
"Rating," Mark hissed shortly.
[Monster provides rating... 5 Stars (Due to Total Intimidation).]
[Bonus: Instant Wound Recovery granted.]
The wound in Mark’s shoulder closed in seconds, leaving behind a jagged, horrific scar. Mark stared at the elevator leading to the 50th Floor. David stood in the distance, shivering at the drastic change in Mark.
"Mark... are you... are you still in there?" David asked hesitantly.
Mark turned, his eyes vacant. "Mark is on a long leave of absence, David. Now, there is only the new Billing Department."
They stepped into the elevator. As the doors slid shut, a new voice echoed inside—one deeper and more authoritative than the Helpdesk System.
[Congratulations, Mark Miller. You have passed your probationary period. Welcome to the core team: 'The Liquidation Squad'.]
Mark merely stared at his reflection in the polished elevator doors. He no longer saw a man, but a shadow encased in a lethal system. In his hand, the hammer began to pulse, as if thirsty for the blood of the higher-ranking bureaucrats above.
"50th Floor," Mark muttered. "Time to fire them all."
Will a shred of humanity remain when Mark sees Sarah inside the shredding machine, or has the ‘Empathy-Stripping Fluid’ transformed him into a monster far worse than the ones he fights?
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CHAPTER 191: DAVID: GLOBAL ALARM
The digital infrastructure of the external world experienced a sudden, catastrophic disruption that bypassed every primary firewall. In his isolated workstation, far away from the physical boundaries of the corporate towers, David sat frozen as his array of monitors flashed a series of aggressive, crimson warnings. The cool air inside the room grew uncomfortably warm, smelling sharply of overstressed server processors and ionized copper wiring. Every cooling fan in the rig began to spin at maximum velocity, producing a high-pitched, mechanical whine that filled the narrow space with a palpable sense of urgency. David adjusted his headset, his fingers trembling slightly as he stared at a massive cascade of unreadable telemetry that was actively rewriting the baseline code of his localized network."The core tracking metrics have broken completely out of the standard parameters," David muttered to himself, his voice sounding hollow in the small room.He quickly reached forward, slamm
CHAPTER 190: OLD ENEMY, NEW POWER
The total darkness of the newly formed abyss vibrated with a sudden, localized spike of hostile telemetry. Within the tight, protective capsule of the silver data shield, Mark stood perfectly rigid, his light-absorbing dark skin humming with an unyielding gravitational tension. The cold, empty air pressure inside the barrier began to smell heavily of burnt copper and ancient, stale data registries. Every breath felt like dragging iron filings into his chest, cold and static-charged, matching the violent internal pulling of his dense, attractive core. Out in the vast emptiness where Floor 90 and the Cosmic Zero Point had once existed, flickering silhouettes of old architectural frameworks began to manifest, cast in a sickly, artificial yellow hue."The systemic void is experiencing a targeted structural intrusion," Sarah reported, her digital transmission breaking the deep silence with mechanical clarity.The vocal modulation remained flawlessly smooth, uniform, and clinical. It car
CHAPTER 189: BIRTH OF A BLACK HOLE
The dense, attractive core inside Mark's chest pulsed with a terrifying, silent authority that vibrated through the absolute baseline of the unconfigured realm. Within the protective perimeter of the silver shield, the pale expanse of the Cosmic Zero Point began to curve visible lines of empty space straight toward his body. The cold air inside the barrier rushed violently into the vacuum of his chest, creating a constant, whistling roar that vibrated through his vocal cords like a distant engine. The skin on his arms had completely changed into a smooth, light-absorbing dark substance that cast no shadows and reflected no ambient light. Every particle of remaining data from the surrounding directory was being dragged toward his center, unable to resist the pull of his new physique. The unconfigured atmosphere was no longer drifting aimlessly; it was accelerating, spinning in a massive, flat plane where the boundary between matter and mathematical concept completely disintegrated.M
CHAPTER 188: VOID TRANSFORMATION
The unconfigured space of the Cosmic Zero Point groaned under a pressure that did not originate from the building system architecture. Within the shimmering silver perimeter of the protective data shield, Mark felt his knees threaten to buckle as his internal signature began to ripple erratically. The air inside the barrier grew thick, hot, and heavy with the scent of burning insulation and concentrated static energy. Every breath required a conscious effort of his lungs, dragging in a cold, electric vapor that made his veins pulse with an unfamiliar, dark light. He stared down at his trembling fingers, watching as the pale, natural hue of his skin began to lose its standard texture, replaced by an opaque, light-absorbing density that seemed to pull the ambient illumination of the shield directly into his flesh."The structural isolation sequence has initiated an aggressive feedback loop within your primary code," Sarah warned, her voice cutting through the heavy hum with an immacul
CHAPTER 187: BOUNDLESS BURDEN
The pale, unconfigured atmosphere of the Cosmic Zero Point began to churn with a slow, mechanical hostility. A localized tremor rippled through the translucent foundation beneath Mark's feet, though there was no visible debris or structural architecture to shatter. The weightless sensation that had briefly filled his chest completely vanished, replaced by an internal, dense tightening that originated from his primary data signature. The absolute silent vacuum of the space was suddenly interrupted by a high-pitched, metallic hum that resonated directly from the system grids operating in the background of the empty realm. Mark stood frozen, his eyes narrowing as he felt his own physical presence vibrating in a jagged, irregular frequency that did not match the baseline properties of the area."The neutral processing phase of the Cosmic Zero Point has been officially terminated by the master server," Sarah announced, her voice breaking the tense quietude with an immaculate, synthetic p
CHAPTER 186: COSMIC ZERO POINT
The vibration under Mark's boots ceased with an abruptness that felt like hitting a wall of solid ice. The heavy, red-tinged numeric data streams that had been tracking his compounding deficit vanished entirely, swallowed up by a sudden, absolute stillness. Mark slowly opened his eyes, only to find that the bottomless black corridor of the lower system had dissolved behind him. He was no longer falling, nor was he standing on anything he could physically define. The space around him was a pale, translucent expanse that possessed no shadows, no walls, and no structural markers. It felt as though he had stepped completely out of the building's active layout, entering a vacuum where the basic properties of matter were entirely unconfigured. The air was perfectly odorless, lacking even the synthetic, processed quality of Floor 90, and every breath he took felt entirely weightless."The environmental transition has reached absolute stabilization," Sarah's voice cut through the pale silen
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