2025-07-14 13:20:44Chapter 2
The wind screamed past Zarek Voss as he plummeted from the Citadel’s upper deck. Below, the world of Nysian Core opened like the mouth of a digital beast—towering skyscrapers wrapped in neon veins, gridlocked hovercraft traffic pulsing in the skies, and the omnipresent glow of surveillance drones scanning every inch of airspace. The city buzzed with artificial life and mechanical routine, oblivious to the anomaly descending into its heart. But for Zarek, this wasn’t freefall. It was a calculated dive—his first move as a glitch-born god in a world ruled by algorithms. His HUD pulsed red with altitude metrics. Concrete rose to meet him like a fist. /Command: Kinetic Absorption – Engage A shimmer rippled across his skin as data nodes embedded in his muscles rerouted potential impact into raw energy. He landed hard. Cracks webbed outward from his feet. Dust exploded around him. Screams echoed as civilians scattered from the epicenter. Zarek straightened, rolling his shoulders. The concrete beneath hissed from the absorbed force. Skill Acquired: Kinetic Rebalance (Level 1) Energy Stored: 24% He exhaled. Too loud. But worth it. He turned his gaze northeast. The tracker pulsed in his field of vision. Target: Patch Agent Ω Distance: 2.9 km Class: PURGE A direct response from the system. Zarek’s lips curled. “You found me faster than expected.” He moved through the lower blocks of the city like code through a corrupted network. Every streetlight dimmed as he passed. Surveillance eyes flickered and blinked out. His presence left trails of distorted static in every digital feed. Passive Trait Activated: Static Veil – Low-Level Surveillance Disabled He cut through alleyways and slipped past mech patrols. He didn’t run. He calculated every step. Every corner he turned was predicted three moves ahead. He wasn’t just evading. He was reading the city like a line of exploitable code. At the edge of the industrial zone, he halted before a gate sealed in bio-locks and fail-safe wards. Beyond it, Zone 7—Sector Black. A dead zone. A graveyard of corrupted tech, rogue experiments, and forgotten war relics. And the Patch Agent. Zarek placed his hand against the lock. /Command: Override Bio-Security Layer The gates hissed. Opened. Entering Restricted Zone: Sector 7 – Black Status System Laws: Unstable PvP: Active Surveillance: Suppressed “Perfect,” Zarek murmured. The environment changed instantly. Ash-flecked wind cut through twisted metal structures. Old battlefield scars marked the terrain—burnt-out mechs, collapsed memory cores, half-eaten data towers. The hum hit him like pressure in the chest. Then the static. Then the distortion. A figure materialized in the distance. Humanoid. Hovering three feet off the ground. Covered in reflective armor that distorted perception. Dozens of limb-like appendages extended from its back, spinning in calculated spirals. Zarek crouched behind a fractured terminal. Scanning... Entity: Patch Agent Ω Rank: System Purge-Class Skillset: Adaptive Erasure / Blink Slash / Memory Wipe / Recode Field Vulnerability: Null Win Probability: 3.8% Zarek smirked. “Not bad.” He swiped through his HUD, dragging “Void Spear” across “Combat Hijack.” Merging Skills... Complete. New Skill Unlocked: Riftpiercer (Level 1) He whispered, “Let’s test you.” A spear of black flame and electric static hurled toward the Agent. Ω vanished. Zarek spun. A blade of refracted light slashed toward him from behind. He ducked low, rolled, and activated Molecular Rewrite mid-motion. Scrap metal from the ground coalesced into a blade around his forearm. He parried. Sparks exploded. Weapon Acquired: Shardblade [Adaptive Material Class D+] The Agent shimmered—blinked again. Zarek anticipated it. He activated Voidstep, dashing sideways between timeline fragments. He reappeared behind the Agent and slashed low. The Agent twisted, but not fast enough. Data spilled from the gash. Glitch-pixels. Zarek’s HUD blinked. System Breakpoint Detected – Weakness Mapped Target Vulnerability: Rift Instability (0.7s Post-Blink) There it was. A gap. A mistake. Even perfect code had limitations. They battled through ruins, through time distortions, over fallen structures and burning relics of the old war. Zarek kept learning—every movement calculated, stored, repurposed. He absorbed kinetic data, hijacked small-scale environmental physics, and tricked the Agent’s targeting. But he was bleeding. Two slashes across his ribs. One across his thigh. His breathing was heavy. And the Agent was still adapting. Ω hovered above, charging a Recode Pulse. The air warped. Warning: Fatal Sequence Detected – 3 Seconds to Impact Zarek scanned. A collapsed memory relay tower nearby. Dangerous. Untouched for decades. Still powered by forgotten legacy code. He dove for it. /Command: Legacy Code Injection Linking to Memory Node... Success Skill Fragment Found: System Backlash v0.9 Charges: 1 Zarek rerouted the energy. Diverted the pulse. Amplified the feedback through the node’s corrupted matrix. He stood up and whispered, “Redirect.” The Agent’s own attack reversed course. Ω was mid-teleport. The energy hit. The world exploded. Zarek crawled from the crater, coughing blood. Static buzzed in his ear. The air reeked of ozone and corruption. In the center of the blast radius was the Agent’s broken core. Still pulsing. Still dangerous. He approached slowly. Admin Key Fragment – Retrieved System Alert: Patch Protocol Escalation New Threat Level: Alpha Class Response Authorized Zarek pocketed the shard and collapsed onto a piece of rubble. His interface pinged with updates. Skill levels rising. Abilities unlocked. System permissions shifting in real time. He had won. But the system was learning. And it was sending stronger agents next. Zarek looked up at the fractured sky. His hands trembled—not from fear, but from energy overload. “Next time,” he whispered, “I rewrite you.” Quest Updated: Escape Sector 7 – Avoid Class Alpha Detection Zarek stood, body aching, interface burning. He moved into the darkness. The System had made a mistake. It tried to delete a glitch. Instead, it created a god.
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