The Glitch Auditor: Overthrowing The Sky

MASS FAN MERGER

The High Directorate Room above the clouds was experiencing a severe quarterly crisis. On the primary holographic display, the soul energy supply graph from the Jakarta District was taking a sharp nosedive straight into the red zone.

Because of the legal broadcasting license Jessica had signed, the Central System could not issue a mass ban without triggering a massive legal backlash from the lower bureaucracy.

"If the law stands in our way, utilize off the books channels," a deep voice commanded from behind the CEO's massive high backed chair.

"Liquidate the manager. Erase his assets. Perform a physical restructuring."

The assignment fell to the Cyber Occult Division an elite squad of bionic assassins used to illegally clean up glitches and corporate competitors.

Their skin was plated with black carbon fiber, their eyes replaced with soul scanning lenses, and high frequency plasma katanas hung at their waists, capable of slicing through iron server racks in a single strike.

Meanwhile, in an old warehouse on the outskirts of Jakarta that had been converted into the Nirvana Entertainment studio, Arka had absolutely no intention of keeping a low profile.

"Time remaining thirty eight days," Arka said, staring at the monitor displaying the viewership metrics.

"We need to accelerate our market penetration. Tonight, we initiate a mass consciousness merger through our first digital concert."

"The studio is already surrounded, Boss," the silver-haired angel remarked calmly, his eyes shifting toward the ventilation shafts where optical distortions were beginning to ripple.

"We've got bionic rats trying to cut our feeds."

"Let them in. The show must go on," Arka replied coldly.

Precisely at 9:00 PM, the GLORIA Live Streaming Concert went live across the city's private networks.

Using Jessica’s legal permit as a bypass security protocol, the concert link spread like a virus to the devices of millions of employees pulling overtime in their cramped office cubicles.

[Notification: GLORIA Live Stream Has Begun!]

[Current Viewership: 5 Million... 12 Million... 35 Million... Numbers Are Skyrocketing!]

On the makeshift holographic stage, the five Fallen Angels began performing their second track, "Corporate Liquidation."

The heavy thumping of bionic music immediately locked in the focus of tens of millions of people starving for an escape.

Along with the explosion in viewership surpassing any annual corporate KPI in history a sudden, burning sensation flared in Arka’s throat.

[Notice: Fan Scale Has Reached Critical Mass!]

[Your [DARK MANAGER] Class Level Has Risen to Rank E!]

[Unlocked New Skill: ABSOLUTE PERSUASION (Level 1)]

Your words become absolute commands that must be obeyed if the target possesses low loyalty toward their superior.

CRASH!

The warehouse's iron doors shattered into pieces. Two dozen assassins from the Cyber Occult Division landed silently inside the room. Their katanas hummed, glowing with a crimson plasma energy ready to execute Arka on the spot.

"Target locked. Summary execution initiated," the division captain stated, his voice heavily distorted by a mechanical modulator.

Arka didn't move an inch from his manager's chair. On the stage below, the Fallen Angels kept singing casually, treating the assassins as nothing more than cheap background extras. Combining his data audit with his newly unlocked skill, Arka scanned the psychological status profiles of the executioners before him.

[Subject: Cyber-Occult Assassin (Outsourced Contract Employee)]

[Stress Level: 94%]

[Loyalty to Sky Corporation: 5% (Payroll delayed for 3 months, bonuses docked to fund the artificial sun budget).]

A faint smirk appeared on Arka's face. He grabbed the studio intercom microphone, channeling the energy of absolute Persuasion directly into the audio frequencies of the assassins' bionic masks.

"You risk your lives working in a hazardous department like this," Arka's voice whispered.

It sounded deep, authoritative, and crept directly into their subconscious minds like an absolute directive from their creator.

"Yet your paystub last month was docked 40% just to fund the executive bonuses above the clouds. You are severely underpaid, my friends."

The assassins froze mid motion. Their katanas, poised to sever Arka's neck, trembled in mid air. The indicators in their bionic eyes flickered wildly between mission red and hesitation yellow.

"Why should you die for a company that doesn't even pay your overtime?" Arka whispered again, his tone demanding absolute compliance.

"Fire your boss. Liquidate your own management."

"Ugh order confirmed..." an assassin in the back row groaned.

His brain, thoroughly pushed to the brink by corporate exploitation, instantly succumbed to Arka’s persuasive magic.

SLASH!

Without warning, the assassin in the back row swung his katana, clean decapitating his own division captain.

The head exploded into a shower of sparking bionic circuits.

"What the hell are you doing, idiot?!" another assassin screamed.

But within seconds, the remaining contract soldiers turned on each other, their bionic eyes flashing with absolute, furious red. Arka's spell had detonated the ticking time bomb of corporate hatred inside their chests.

"Destroy management!"

"File a grievance with violence!"

The old warehouse instantly transformed into a brutal, internal slaughterhouse. The assassins hacked, stabbed, and mutilated one another hysterisically, while Arka simply watched calmly from behind his desk. Within three minutes, the two dozen elite troops had reduced themselves to a lifeless pile of scrap metal.

"Good job, everyone," Arka muttered coldly, turning off the intercom.

Cough!

Suddenly, Arka dropped to his knees. He clutched his chest as a sudden, agonizing pain ripped through him, feeling as though his insides were being torched by bionic fire. Beneath his torn shirt, bright blue bionic fractures were spreading across his skin, pulsing with unstable digital data streams.

[Critical Warning! NARA 091 Chip Synchronization Is Overclocking!]

[Your human body is beginning to erode under the data load of the bionic consciousness!]

[Remaining Operational Lifespan of Your Body 38 Days, 10 Hours.]

Arka was gasping for breath, his chest rising and falling erratically as he wiped away the thick, bionic blue blood gushing from his nostrils. The pain was so excruciating, it felt as if his very soul were being forced into a data grinding machine. Yet, even in the midst of that physical torment, Arka forced himself to look up at the main monitor screen.

Time was running out; his human body was slowly being eroded by his younger brother’s data chip, yet the war over shares, influence, and bureaucracy against the ruler of the skies had just entered a far more massive and deadly phase.