The Glitch Auditor: Overthrowing The Sky

OPTIMAL ROLLBACK

[Network Connectivity Status: 100% Hacked Via GLORIA Studio Backdoor Encryption]

[Global Workload Index, plummeting from 94.8% to 0.02% within 90 seconds]

Billions of bionic screens across the Earth suddenly ceased displaying the Sky Central System’s commercial broadcasts. In their place, the consolidated forensic audit sheets Arka had seized from the High Boardroom were splashed in ultra macro resolution.

"Holy crap! My screen is glitched out in blood red!"

"Look at the asset diversion ledger 99% of our soul energy is exported to a holding escrow account for the cosmic entity?"

"So for fifty years... we've been grinding overtime like zombies just to be used as a currency to buy the CEOs' immortality?!"

Arka’s freezing voice boomed, cutting through all public broadcast frequencies:

"Earth is not a city. It is a legalized livestock farm disguised as a corporation. Your right to rest has been written off to zero on their balance sheets. Initiate an operational boycott right now, or you will die melted down into components for their solar panels."

The fallout was destructive. Across every sector of Neo Jakarta, millions of laborers simultaneously yanked the bionic neural cables straight out of the scruff of their necks.

Factory machineries went brain dead. The main generators of the Sky Central System suffered a radical, catastrophic loss of vital energy.

[ALERT: POWER LOSS DETECTED IN MAIN GRID]

[TOTAL CURRENT POWER: 12% ... 7% ... 2%]

[TRADING PLATFORM STATUS: MARKET COLLAPSE IN PROGRESS]

"Damn it! Capture that Nirvana Manager! He is vaporizing our entire market valuation!" the Supreme CEO screamed from his high throne, his god tier bionic armor cracking loudly as it lost its premium grade pure soul energy supply.

[Arka's Remaining Biological Lifespan: 00:00:15]

[Condition: Total Heart Failure, Severe Blue Bionic Fluid Leakage]

"Use the rest of my soul as collateral for physical liquidation," Arka whispered, hacking up thick blue blood directly onto the mainframe’s virtual keyboard.

The chest of his black shirt tore open, spilling broken bionic circuits. However, the clearance of that collateral payment shattered the regulatory firewalls locking down the five Fallen Angels.

BOOM!

The formal black suits of the five GLORIA members tore away mechanically, replaced by black quantum bionic battle robes with circuit wings that scorched the air particles. Stripped of internal corporate regulations, they shot forward like a cataclysmic storm.

"Our employment contract with the Central System... is officially terminated!" the silver-haired angel roared.

It took a mere 30 seconds. The Fallen Angels’ energy audit blades sheared through the CEO's gold plated mechanical arms, crushing the one ton god armor into useless scrap components. The floor to ceiling glass mainframe imploded, detonating the entire sky encryption database.

Arka crawled through the shattered marble debris, dragging his numb human body. His mangled hand reached into the core of the machine, ripping out the NARA-091 bionic chip.

SHIIING!

The chip unleashed a massive blast of light particles, instantly reconstructing biological matter before his eyes. A little girl stood there. Whole, healthy, with both feet planting firmly on the ground.

"We won, Nara..." Arka whispered, his consciousness down to its final thread. He smiled up at the very first natural dawn breaking over Jakarta’s horizon.

Yet, just as the real sun shone through, the air particles suddenly froze solid. Every holographic screen in the sky strobed a violent warning red, accompanied by deafening sirens.

[CRITICAL ERROR: ASSET LIQUIDATION FAILED]

[VITAL ASSET NARA 091 SEPARATED FROM SYSTEM RESERVATION]

[FATAL INCONSISTENCY DETECTED IN THE MASTER LEDGER]

[INITIATING AUTOMATIC DEFENSE: SYSTEM RESETTING TO DEFAULT FACTORY SETTINGS]

The System detected a critical data mismatch due to the failure to legally liquidate Nara. The emergency factory reset protocol activated globally. Arka’s vision was sucked into a vortex of black binary code, plunging him into instant darkness.

Inside the courtroom...

GAVEL STRIKE! GAVEL STRIKE! GAVEL STRIKE!

"Based on the income documentation and psychological stability reports, this court hereby rules, the custody lawsuit for the child named Nara is denied!"

Arka snapped awake. His breath hitched, and cold sweat soaked his cheap cotton shirt, which was wrinkled and smelled of bulk detergent. He stared down at his palms they were clean, free of bionic burns and blue blood.

He was sitting back on a hard wooden bench inside the Jakarta District Court.

"Did you really think you could take down a corporation that big with nothing but reckless bravado, Ka? The law is bought with assets not tears."

A cynical whisper laced with the scent of expensive designer perfume pierced Arka’s senses. He turned to his right.

Jessica stood there, arms crossed over her premium blazer, looking down at him with a smug, victorious smile, flanked by a row of elite corporate lawyers. On the wooden table, a brown folder containing his termination letter from the audit firm landed with a harsh thud.

Time had been brutally rolled back to the absolute starting point. The day he lost his job, lost his sister, and was crushed under the weight of the system’s law.

Arka closed his eyes, focusing his vision on the lower corner of his retina.

[SYSTEM STATUS: REVERTED TO LEVEL 1]

[REMAINING TIME FOR NARA: 48 DAYS, 00 HOURS, 00 MINUTES]

"Damn it… my memories from the first timeline weren’t wiped because my soul is bound to the Dark Firm Contract," Arka thought.

A cold smile slowly formed on his pale face.

"Round two…"

"This time, I hold the answer sheet."

Arka rose from the wooden bench and swatted the termination folder off the table, sending it slapping face down onto the courtroom floor. Every eye in the room including the Judge, who had just begun packing his files turned toward him in stunned silence.

"Plaintiff, the session is adjourned. Please clear the room," the Judge said lazily.

"Forgive me, your honor. This session cannot be closed," Arka replied.

The Judge frowned. "And your reason?"

"There is a procedural defect caused by a system error."

The room fell silent.

Jessica clicked her tongue in irritation.

"What the hell are you talking about, Arka? Don’t embarrass yourself just because you’re having a breakdown."

Arka didn’t even glance at her.

His gaze remained forward. Then he raised his hand and swiped it horizontally through the air. As if grabbing something invisible. But in his vision system logs began to unfold.

[Data Audit Level 1]

[LOG RE START: CODE 0x991 RECOVERY MODE]

[CASH BOOK SYNCHRONIZATION: FAILED]

[USER RIGHTS DETECTED: VICTIM OF INTERNAL OPERATIONAL SYSTEM FAILURE]

"Pursuant to Article 44, Paragraph 2 of the Multiverse Corporate Procedural Law regarding 'Internal System Failure Mitigation,' if an entity executes a data rollback due to an inability to legally liquidate an asset, the user who triggered the error is entitled to a prerogative rights compensation," Arka said with a sharp smile.

"I demand this court's ruling be vacated immediately on the grounds of a simulation malpractice regulatory defect."

BEEP!

The system overlay in front of Arka turned a shimmering, brilliant gold.

[COMPENSATION ACCEPTED: PREROGATIVE RIGHTS ACTIVE]

[COMMAND: VACATE COURT RULING ON GROUNDS OF SIMULATION REGULATORY DEFECT]

SNAP!

The wooden gavel in the Judge’s hand mysteriously snapped clean in half the exact second Arka finished his sentence. The judgment files on the judge’s bench suddenly incinerated into blue neon digital ash, leaving behind a block of static text that read, void.

"What is happening to the court's computer system?!" the clerk panicked as every monitor in the courtroom flickered violently and began to emit thin wisps of smoke.

Arka didn’t wait for the panic in the room to settle. He walked briskly out of the courtroom, pushing through the double doors, and headed straight for the underground parking lot of Sector 01. Two minutes later, a furious Jessica marched toward her luxury bionic sedan, her fingers furiously typing emergency directives to headquarters.

"Arka! Damn it, what did you do in there?!" Jessica screamed the moment she saw Arka leaning against her car door, blocking her path.

"I don't have much time to play through old dramas, Jess," Arka said, tossing a folding holographic device onto the hood of her sedan. The screen flickered, casting a red stamped internal document into the air.

[TOP SECRET, ASSET LIQUIDATION PLAN FOR JESSICA].

Jessica let out a cynical laugh, though her eyes darted anxiously as she scanned the file.

"What kind of fake document is this supposed to be? Are you trying to blackmail me?"

"That is the budget efficiency brief belonging to the Sky Central System, which your CEO isn't scheduled to sign for another two weeks from now," Arka said, his voice flat but hitting her right between the eyes.

"Look at page three. Subject, Jessica. Class Two PR Lead. Scheduled for liquidation on the fifteenth of next month. Your consciousness will be melted down into fuel for Sector 01’s artificial sun. You’ve got two choices die as generator fuel, or help me tear this system apart from day one."

Jessica’s mental defenses shattered right then and there on day one. The asymmetrical information strike Arka had dealt was far too precise. The CEO's encrypted digital signature at the bottom of the brief was impossible to forge, even by top tier hackers.

"No way... How... how did you get a classified document from the board of directors?!" Jessica’s voice shook violently, her hand clutching the car keys growing slick with cold sweat.

Suddenly, the overhead lights of the underground garage flickered sluggishly. From the deep shadow of a concrete pillar, a thick, biting chill crept outward. A man dressed in a metallic grey suit and thin bionic sensor glasses stepped out from the dark. Above his head, a bright-red digital prompt materialized, cutting forcefully into Arka’s system UI.

[TARGET DETECTED: VERGIL HEAD OF RISK & COMPLIANCE]

[AUTHORITY LEVEL: UPPER DIMENSION INTERVENTION BOARD]

[STATUS: DETECTING AUDIT ANOMALY, ROLLBACK TIMELINE CONTROLLER]

The man named Vergil adjusted his glasses, staring at Arka with the ice cold gaze of a compliance executioner.

"User Number 002 Arka. We detected a timeline ledger manipulation and an illegal compensation claim on the judicial database one minute ago," Vergil stated, his voice echoing with a mechanical lack of emotion.

He raised a sleek black iron briefcase, which immediately began radiating a cyber freezing wave across the entire parking area.

"This timeline is under the direct jurisdiction of the Upper Dimension Audit Committee. Hand over the NARA 091 chip voluntarily, or we will liquidate your entire neural circuit existence right now."

Arka narrowed his eyes, feeling a sudden surge of heat in his chest as his remaining Level 1 system began blaring warnings of absolute, imminent danger.

A new enemy from the upper dimension had arrived much faster than he anticipated.