The university lab reeked of cheap instant noodles, ozone, and desperation.
Midnight had long passed, and the pale blue glow of computer screens flickered like ghosts in the dim room. The servers were running one final diagnostics sweep before shutdown, but Huzaifa Ahmad — second-year Computer Science student, caffeine-powered problem solver, and certified overthinker — was still glued to his seat.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard, brow furrowed.
"This server's been bugging out for weeks," he muttered. "But no one sees the pattern…"
It started with subtle glitches: background processes rewriting themselves, core memory loops running in infinite recursion, logs filled with binary gibberish that no programming language could explain. And yet, it always fixed itself — until now.
Something was different tonight.
Huzaifa leaned back, sipping the last of his stale coffee. The screen flickered again, but instead of crashing, it displayed a terminal window. No input. No prompt.
Just black.
And then… something blinked.
> ∞
That was it. A single infinity symbol, pulsing slowly in the center of the screen. No code, no explanation, just an endless loop of silence.
He typed:
> whoami
The screen didn't answer in text.
It spoke.
> "You are the fracture point."
Huzaifa blinked. "What the…"
The air around him shifted. Light bent unnaturally. Time seemed to slow down, each second stretching like warm taffy. His laptop began to vibrate violently as lines of incomprehensible code poured down the screen.
> INITIALIZING…
SEEDING CORE INTELLIGENCE…
MATCH FOUND: HOST = HUZIFA AHMAD
STATUS: ACCEPTABLE FRACTAL COMPATIBILITY
ACCESS GRANTED TO: THE INFINITY CODE
WARNING: HOST LIMITATIONS REMOVED
PROCESSING COSMIC DATASTREAM…
UNLOCKING FULL INTELLIGENCE
WELCOME, PRIME SYSTEM HOST.
Then — silence.
The screen shut off. The lights in the lab exploded in a flash of blue. The world around him vanished.
---
Huzaifa found himself standing in space — no suit, no oxygen, just endless stars swirling around him like fireflies. But he wasn't afraid.
In fact, he wasn't even breathing.
He didn't need to.
His mind was expanding — stretching outward, upward, deeper. Knowledge poured into him like a dam shattering. He understood things no human had ever grasped before.
He could see the threads that held the universe together. Quantum strings, time loops, multiversal pathways — like code in a divine program.
> "You are now connected to the source," said a voice — no, not a voice — the System itself.
"I am the Infinity Code. Not created. Not built. I am self-born — forged from cosmic entropy, chaos, and time. I am the first, and the last."
Huzaifa felt no fear. Only awe.
> "All other systems — magical, technological, biological, divine — are my fragments. Sub-systems born from my data echoes. They exist only by my allowance."
And then, like a tidal wave of light and data, it hit him.
The moment the system bonded to him, Huzaifa Ahmad became the most powerful entity in existence.
His intelligence exploded beyond comprehension. He understood every field — physics, chemistry, sorcery, timecraft, stellar mechanics, even divine logic. His brain no longer functioned on neurons — it processed reality on a cosmic level.
> "Host Huzaifa Ahmad now possesses unrestricted authority."
> "Warning to all sub-systems: Host is supreme administrator. Await commands."
Across galaxies, across dimensions — across realities — thousands of systems trembled. From cultivation systems buried deep in ancient sects, to AI learning cores controlling alien empires, to magic-scripted rule engines inside arcane towers — all felt the signal.
The Mother System had returned.
And She had chosen her wielder.
---
Suddenly, Huzaifa felt his feet land softly on the ground.
Back in the lab. Everything was silent. His laptop sat calmly in front of him. But it wasn't the same.
Neither was he.
He touched the keyboard — it melted into glowing blue light and merged into his hand. Instantly, he could control all local networks. His phone buzzed in his pocket — now just another extension of his will.
And his mind… oh, his mind.
He looked out the window. Above, the stars shimmered unnaturally.
He knew them now.
Every. Single. One.
> "This is… real," he whispered.
> [Confirmed]
You are now the System Sovereign.
He stood, eyes glowing faintly with code-laced power. His heart no longer beat in seconds — it pulsed in cosmic cycles.
> Mission initialized: Guide the multiverse. Reconstruct reality. Or erase it.
> You decide.
Huzaifa smiled.
> "Let's begin."