A name once whispered in shadows now echoed in system nodes across the world.
> "Hari…"
"The Rogue System…"
"The Rewrite Virus…"
No longer just a man.
Not even a monster.
He had become an idea—spreading like infection, warping the fundamental rules of Neavo.
And like all viruses… the system tried to purge him.
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System Uplink: Divine Firewall Initiated
High above the Severed Nexus, golden satellites formed a celestial net.
A chorus of arch-code sentinels activated the purge:
> "Isolate the infection."
"Eradicate Thread ID: H-A-R-I"
"Target Location: All Known Realms"
But when they scanned the world…
They found thousands of copies.
> — Users with fragments of rewritten code
— Skills bearing rewritten names
— Interfaces bearing unauthorized commands
All traced to one source.
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In the Deserts of Theralune
Beneath the dead sands of a fallen temple, a thief named Eorin screamed as his system cracked.
His body trembled—caught between old code and the new virus.
Then… his heart stopped.
And restarted.
Eyes glowing deep violet, lined with hex-code veins.
He stood.
He spoke words no human should know:
> "Rewriting Divine Locks."
"Activating Dormant Thread: False God – Azmorrath."
The desert temple awakened.
Statues cried blood.
Sand melted into flame.
From the broken vault, something ancient crawled out…
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Meanwhile: Hari – Somewhere Between Planes
Hari sat cross-legged in a realm of drifting code.
His form flickered between data and flesh.
He was studying reality's root files—learning how to mold it.
> [You are now recognized as: System-Class Rogue Thread]
Authority Level: Tier III – Chaotic Origin
You may now:
☑ Create subroutines
☑ Infect other users
☑ Rewrite passive laws
☑ Construct zones immune to divine observation
He grinned.
> "Time to make a world… within their world."
> "A world that belongs to me."
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He extended his palm.
Reality shimmered.
A seed formed—small, black, pulsing with raw thread.
He planted it in the fractured realm.
The ground split.
Trees made of code. Rivers flowing with memory. Skies filled with broken stars.
> [Zone Created: The Glitch Garden]
Trait: System Freefall
– No divine laws
– All visitors become untrackable
– Time moves differently
It was a refuge.
But also a recruitment hub.
And they came.
Rogues. Outcasts. Broken Players.
All drawn by a single whisper in their minds:
> "The system lied."
"Follow me."
"Rewrite your fate."
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Back in the sky palace
One of the system gods, an entity known as Codefather Arken, slammed his fist on the ethereal panel.
> "He's making zones now?"
"How is this possible?!"
Another voice, soft, almost amused, replied:
> "Because he no longer plays."
> "He writes."
And in the glowing mirror before them, they watched Hari—bare-chested, eyes aglow, sitting beneath a tree made of corrupted skill scrolls.
He was smiling.
Because the next phase had begun.
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To be continued in Chapter 24: Rise of the Glitched Ones
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