The sky looked wrong.
Alex stood on a cliff overlooking the valley below, the dark clouds above swirling like smoke caught in a jar. Strange streaks of green light pulsed through the sky, flickering like cracks in glass.
“Was it always like this?” he asked.
Lyra, standing beside him, adjusted the strap on her dagger belt and shook her head.
“No. That started a few hours ago. Right after… whatever happened to you.”
Alex folded his arms, the black armor he wore groaning with the movement.
He still couldn’t get used to the way his new body felt—every breath deeper, heavier, more powerful. It was like wearing a suit of muscle over his real self. He hadn’t realized just how huge Lord Virex had been until he tried to walk through a doorway and knocked a torch off the wall with his shoulder.
He looked down at his gauntleted hands, flexing them slowly.
“Feels like I’ve been dropped into the final level of a game with no instructions.”
Lyra gave a small smirk. “Welcome to the Black Throne.”
The wind blew through the broken trees. The castle loomed behind them, jagged and massive, carved into the side of a mountain like a scar that refused to heal.
Alex’s eyes drifted toward the system prompt hovering in the air in front of him. Only he could see it, but the message hadn’t gone away since he woke up.
Warning: Endgame Protocol Active.
Final War Initiates In: 364 Days, 22 Hours, 37 Minutes.
“I’ve got one year,” he said, more to himself than her. “One year until the world comes for my head.”
“That’s being generous,” Lyra replied. “Most factions will start hunting you long before then.”
He turned to her. “Why?”
“Because this world remembers you. Whether you’re him or not, they don’t care. Virex brought this land to its knees once before. They won’t risk a second time.”
Alex exhaled, the metal of his chestplate humming softly with each breath. He hated how fast things were moving.
He’d died less than a day ago.
Now he was trapped in the body of the game’s final boss, being hunted by his own armies and staring down the barrel of an endgame apocalypse.
The irony wasn’t lost on him.
He’d spent five years mastering Kingdom War Online. He knew the game’s mechanics better than anyone. He knew every broken build, every secret exploit, every boss pattern—including Virex’s.
But being inside the game, as Virex?
That was a whole different beast.
“You said earlier that Virex made a deal,” Alex said, eyes narrowing. “With the system. What did that mean?”
Lyra hesitated, her expression unreadable.
“It’s just a rumor. Whispers from old soldiers who served him before he changed. They say he was trying to stop something… something even worse than him. He thought the system was corrupt. That it was using players and NPCs as pawns. So he made a pact to gain the power to fight it.”
“And it backfired.”
“Badly.”
Alex frowned. “That doesn’t make sense. The system’s just code, right? Algorithms. Numbers.”
“Maybe where you came from,” Lyra said. “But here? It’s more than that. It watches. It adapts. It punishes. And it never forgets.”
Alex looked up again at the sky. The green cracks widened slowly, almost imperceptibly.
He tapped the air with his finger, and a new system window opened.
Player Identity: INVALID
Role: NPC – Final Boss (Lord Virex)
Alignment: Chaotic Tyrant (Locked)Status: HuntedLocation: Virexian Stronghold, Darkfang MountainEndgame Trigger Progress: 1%System Notes: Unauthorized data detected – Player knowledge retained.There it was again.
Unauthorized data.
His memory of the real world, of his time as a player, must be some kind of glitch—or worse, something the system hadn’t planned for.
Alex scrolled to the bottom of the interface and saw a strange new tab blinking.
[Hidden Trait: The Outlier]
He opened it.
You are not supposed to exist. The system cannot classify you. You are both player and code. Both enemy and anomaly. Your actions will shape the end. Or destroy everything.
He stared at the message for a long time.
Both enemy and anomaly.
Lyra stepped closer, looking over his shoulder, though she clearly couldn’t see the screen. “You’re quiet.”
Alex shook his head. “I think the system’s scared of me. Or confused. Either way, I can use it.”
“You want to fight the system?”
“No,” Alex said. “I want to beat it.”
She looked at him with a spark of amusement. “You really are different.”
He tapped the window closed.
“Okay. Let’s say I survive the next year. Let’s say I find a way to avoid the final war. What then?”
“Then you become something this world has never seen.”
Alex looked at her sideways. “What’s that?”
She smirked. “A villain who lives.”
A silence stretched between them before a voice rang out from behind.
“Lord Virex!”
They turned. A soldier in dark crimson armor ran up the slope, panting. His helmet was crooked and one gauntlet was missing.
“What is it?” Alex asked, trying to sound like a warlord and not someone pretending to be one.
The soldier dropped to one knee.
“My lord, urgent news. A hero party has crossed the Fireroot Valley. They’re approaching the northern pass.”
Lyra’s eyes darkened. “Already?”
Alex frowned. “That’s fast. Hero parties aren’t supposed to show up until at least the third arc.”
“What’s an arc?” the soldier asked, confused.
“Nothing,” Alex said quickly. “Just… never mind.”
Lyra turned to him. “We need to fall back. The castle isn’t ready for a siege.”
Alex hesitated.
He had always wondered how the NPCs in the game had reacted to hero raids. He used to crush them with ease—storming this very fortress, looting its treasures, killing Lord Virex in dramatic cutscenes.
Now he was on the other side.
And he didn’t like it.
“How many?” he asked the soldier.
“Six,” the man said. “One healer, two mages, three sword users. All glowing with divine sigils.”
Players. No doubt about it.
Divine sigils meant they were Earth-side players who had been pulled into the game world—just like him.
But unlike him, they hadn’t spawned as villains.
“They’ll assume I’m just another boss,” Alex muttered. “An objective. A prize to farm.”
Lyra nodded. “Then we show them you’re not.”
Alex cracked his neck. “Do we have any soldiers left who don’t want to kill me?”
The messenger hesitated. “A few dozen, maybe. Most fled after the Black Tribunal defected.”
“Then gather who’s left,” Alex said. “Seal the gates. Prepare the traps. And tell the alchemist to make more of those flame bombs.”
The soldier blinked. “Flame bombs?”
“Just trust me.”
The man bowed and ran off.
Lyra raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know we had flame bombs.”
“We didn’t,” Alex said. “But I know a recipe that works.”
He turned back to the valley and squinted.
Far in the distance, six glowing figures moved steadily up the mountain path.
He could see their outlines already. The classic party formation.
They didn’t know who he was.
They just saw loot.
And in twenty minutes, they’d be knocking at his door.
“You’re really going to fight them?” Lyra asked.
“If I run now, I’ll be hunted forever,” he said. “I need to make a statement.”
“You’re going to kill real players.”
Alex paused.
That thought hadn’t fully sunk in yet.
Back when he played, dying in the game just meant a respawn. A penalty. Maybe some lost gear.
But here? This wasn’t just a server.
This was real.
“I’ll give them a chance to leave,” he said. “If they don’t take it… I won’t hold back.”
Lyra stared at him for a moment longer.
Then she nodded once.
“I’ll stand with you.”
Alex gave her a faint smile.
“Thanks.”
They turned and headed back toward the fortress, the wind whipping their cloaks behind them.
The countdown in the corner of his vision ticked lower.
One year.
One war.
One chance to change fate.
And as the first of many enemies crested the ridge, glowing weapons drawn and battle music echoing in the air, Alex gripped the hilt of Virex’s blade and said the one thing that felt right.
“Let’s show them the final boss fights back.”

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