2026-04-22 21:12:00The greyed-out text didn't pulse like the standard blue notifications. It didn't glow with the artificial, game-like cheer that everyone else was celebrating. It sat in Ethan’s vision with the heavy, silent weight of a tombstone.
[Congratulations. You have been selected as the sole host of SYSTEM ZERO — the original System, classified and sealed for 1,000 years.]
Below it, the text flickered, struggling to render against the "F-Class" interface that was trying to suppress it.
Status: Level 0.01% Authority (Restricted)
Passive Ability: Inspect Source Code (Active)
Ethan’s heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs, a sharp contrast to the eerie stillness that had settled over his mind. He looked at the chaos of the street, but he wasn't seeing the panic anymore. He was seeing the structure.
Floating strings of white light—like the "N/A" errors in his spreadsheets—were woven into everything.
He looked at a nearby streetlamp that was flickering from the EMP-like pulse of the System.
[Object_ID: 9942 | Class: Environmental | Durability: 10/10 | Logic: If Power=0, State=Dark]
He turned his gaze toward a man sprinting past him, screaming for his wife.
[Entity: Human | Class: D-Class Scrapper | Status: Fear/Adrenaline | Trajectory: Terminal]
Terminal?
The man rounded the corner, and a second later, a wet, crunching sound echoed through the air. A scream followed, high-pitched and sudden, before being cut short by a sound like a wet towel hitting a wall.
Ethan didn't run. He couldn't. His feet felt rooted to the cracked pavement.
SCREECH—
A black SUV—the company car Director Holt used for VIPs—veered wildly off the road. It clipped a fire hydrant, sending a geyser of water into the air before slamming into a storefront.
The door was kicked open with a force that suggested superhuman strength. Marcus stepped out. He looked different. His suit was torn, but his chest was puffed out, and a faint, shimmering orange aura coated his skin like a second layer of armor.
"Get back!" Marcus roared at the gathering crowd, his voice booming with a physical weight. "There’s... there’s something in the fog!"
He sounded brave, but Ethan could see the code.
[Marcus Hale | Status: B-Class Warrior | Condition: Panic (High) | Combat Power: 450]
Then, the fog rippled.
It looked like a wolf, but it was the size of a transit van. Its fur wasn't hair; it was a matted, shifting substance that looked like liquid shadow, constantly dripping and reforming. Its eyes weren't pupils, but two burning slits of crimson light.
[Anomaly Detected: Shadow Stalker (Grade: E)]
[Targeting: Highest Mana Signature in Radius... Target: Marcus Hale]
"Marcus, do something!"
Mara scrambled out of the backseat of the SUV. Her dark hair was a mess, and her palms were glowing with that soft, rhythmic light Ethan had seen in the office. "I'm—I'm trying to buff you!" she cried, her voice trembling.
Marcus roared, a desperate, primal sound. He lunged forward, his orange-glowing fist cocked back. He swung with enough force to shatter a brick wall.
CRACK.
The wolf didn't even move. It didn't need to. The liquid shadow on its shoulder simply densified, absorbing Marcus’s fist like it was a pebble thrown into a pond.
The beast swiped a single clawed paw.
Marcus didn't stand a chance. He was sent flying through the air, his "B-Class" aura flickering and dying before he hit the side of a parked car with a sickening thud. He slumped to the ground, his face pale, his breath coming in ragged, bloody gasps.
The wolf turned. Its crimson eyes locked onto the SUV. Locked onto Mara.
Mara dropped to her knees, her healing light fading into nothing. She looked at Marcus, then at the wolf, then—in a moment of pure, desperate instinct—her eyes found Ethan standing on the sidewalk.
"Ethan! Run!" she screamed. "It’s coming for us! You're just a Civilian, you can't—"
Ethan didn't hear the rest.
He was looking at the wolf. But he wasn't seeing a monster. He was seeing a sequence of flawed commands. The creature’s HP bar was 150/150, but right beneath the surface of its "Grade E" skin, there was a flickering line of red code.
[Logic Gate: Vulnerable to 'Delete' command at 0.01% Authority]
Ethan took a step forward.
His fingers twitched, a muscle memory from four years of untangling broken formulas. He reached out his hand, palm open, as if he were resting it on an invisible keyboard.
"Ethan, no!" Mara shrieked, covering her eyes.
He ignored her. He focused every ounce of his will on that flickering red line. He didn't think about fire or swords or warriors. He thought about the "N/A" error in row 47. He thought about things that shouldn't be there. He thought about the Delete key.
[Authority usage detected... 0.001% consumed...]
A tiny, pixelated spark jumped from his fingertip. It wasn't loud. It wasn't flashy. It was a silent, white flicker—a glitch in the reality of the street.
It touched the wolf’s shadow-fur.
The beast didn't howl. It didn't have time.
A perfect, cubic section of the creature’s chest—including its heart and spine—simply vanished. It wasn't cut; it was erased. The rest of its body remained for a fraction of a second, a hollow shell of liquid shadow, before the logic of the world caught up.
The wolf collapsed inward, dissolving into a cloud of black pixels that hissed and evaporated into the grey air.
[Experience Gained: 500]
[Authority Level: 0.02%] [New Skill Unlocked: Passive Absorption]
The silence that followed was absolute. Even the car alarms seemed to mute themselves.
Marcus was clutching his ribs, staring at the empty space where the monster had been. Mara’s hands were still over her face, her fingers parted just enough to see Ethan standing there, his hand still extended.
Ethan slowly pulled his hand back into his jacket pocket. The blue "F-Class" screen returned to his vision, hiding the ancient, dark font of the Administrator.
"What..." Marcus coughed, a spray of red hitting the pavement. "What did you... use? A grenade? Some kind of... item?"
Ethan looked down at him. He saw the "B-Class Warrior" who had told him to take the stairs. He saw the man who had laughed at his "Civilian" status.
"Nothing," Ethan said, his voice as cold and flat as the spreadsheet he’d been working on an hour ago. "It must have been a glitch in the System. You're the B-Class, Marcus. You're the expert. You should probably figure it out before the next one comes."
He didn't wait for a thank you. He didn't look at Mara’s stunned expression.
He turned his back on them and walked into the thickening fog, his eyes already scanning the air for the next line of code he could break.
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Six months after the determination, the Chief Administrator finally came to the surface, arriving at the North District tower entrance on an ordinary afternoon, Ethan the only one who knew to expect him.He looked exactly like Ethan, the same face aged by a thousand years of watching failure rather than by time itself, standing in daylight for the first time in longer than anyone could properly measure."It's brighter than I remembered," the Chief Administrator said, squinting slightly against the sun."You remember daylight?" Ethan said."Vaguely," the Chief Administrator said. "I stood in a street once, in the Eastern Settlement. It was raining. I told you that once, I believe.""You did," Ethan said. "You said you should have brought a coat."The Chief Administrator almost smiled at that, something Ethan had rarely seen from him across three years of careful conversation. "I did not bring one today either," he said. "Old habits."They walked through the North District together, Eth
Chapter 159: What the Network Becomes
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Chapter 158: Eleven Sectors, Permanent
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Chapter 157: The Determination
Four months passed without word from the representative, the network settling into an uneasy readiness that Ethan had learned, slowly, not to mistake for false security.He kept the coordination framework active throughout, weekly check-ins with every sector, Vale's relay signal tested and refined until the response time across all eleven locations had improved considerably from the earliest clumsy attempts."Three seconds," Vale reported, after the latest coordinated test. "From the moment the Root Directory would theoretically detect execution, to the moment every sector receives the trigger signal. That's faster than I thought possible across this distance.""Is it fast enough?" Ethan asked."I don't know," Vale said. "We've never tested against an actual global reset. I'm working from projections, the same way I worked from projections before the original Protocol disruption."[Source Code View: active.][Target: Ethan Cole.][Authority: 25.9%.][Passive Absorption: active. Rate —
Chapter 156: Preparing for Something Unknown
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Chapter 155: What Comes Next
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