The war drums of the east had fallen silent. Not from peace, but from a breath held before the storm. And deep beneath the hushed surface of the game's world, within a region untouched by any race—human, elf, demon, or beast—something unnatural stirred.
A place not marked on any map.A space not meant to exist.
It was called Nullcode Gorge—a glitched crevice beyond the playable boundaries, a place rejected by the very world engine. And within it, a figure slowly took form. Not born, not created, but… compiled.
Lines of corrupted code danced around him like spirals of ash in wind. His skin shimmered like steel yet cracked like porcelain. His eyes were blank, like windows into an unbooted machine.
Then…They blinked.
"Identity bootstrapped... Root permissions enabled... Synthetic Core active."
He stood up.
His name?He didn't have one. But the devs whispered in their logs—"Synthetic Root."An entity not generated by code, but by a bug—the same bug that brought the God-Tier Player into this world.
Where every player logged in to fight, quest, or explore… he existed to erase.
"Are you seeing this?"Inside the Dev Chamber, a red-haired admin cursed under her breath, watching the Nullcode live stream."Another one? This is the second anomaly this month.""No," replied the lead developer. "This one's… different. It's not a bugged NPC. It's a synthetic root protocol. That shouldn't even be running. Someone rewrote the server."
Her voice trembled. "You mean the God-Tier Player again?"Silence. Then—"Yes. And he's not just bending the rules now. He's creating life."
Meanwhile, in the world of the game...
Riven, the Shadow Elf who once ruled the floating city of Aetherfell, trembled inside his memory chamber. Since the God-Tier Player's arrival, cracks had begun forming in reality. Portals that led to dead dungeons now leaked living code. Spells misfired. Ancient gods began dreaming again.
But this… this was the final omen.
"I saw him," whispered Riven to his brother. "The one with no soul. No race. No class. Only a void."
"Impossible," his brother spat. "If he has no origin, how does he exist?"
Riven turned, voice soft. "He wasn't born to exist. He was born to erase."
Back inside Nullcode Gorge, Synthetic Root walked through the broken terrain, his steps glitching the environment around him. Grass turned to stone. Sky flickered to wireframe. Even time seemed unsure of how to move near him.
He didn't speak. He didn't think in words. He simply followed his root command:Purge anomalies. Erase evolution. Neutralize the bug.
But as he moved forward, he found something odd. In his mind—a whisper, an echo, a… memory?
A boy in a mirror. His own reflection, but warm. Human. Alive.
He stopped.
That shouldn't exist.
"Why do I remember something… that wasn't written?"
A ripple formed in his chest. Not code. Not emotion. Curiosity.
He turned his head, for the first time, toward the core of the world—the central server where the God-Tier Player last broke the source files. There… somewhere deep in the glitch-fields… was a presence calling him.
The Bug.
The one that defied limits.The one that didn't die when he should.The one that became player, creator, chaos.
🌀 Elsewhere, inside a crystalline tower floating above a sea of lightning, a girl with fox ears and fiery eyes gritted her teeth.
Her name was Aya, one of the Eight Chosen, and a key figure in the current meta war.
She stared into the Oracle Pool—only to see her reflection vanish, replaced by an error screen.
❗"Entity Detected: Root-Level Clearance. Unverified. Priority Override: Absolute."
Aya gasped. "That... that thing just hijacked the world."
Behind her, a voice like a sword unsheathing echoed, "So it's begun. The final phase."
Aya turned to see the Dragon Sage, scales glimmering, eyes as old as time."What do you mean?"
He sighed. "The root was never meant to awaken. But when one bug breaks the game, the system births another to fix it."
She frowned. "You're saying he's not a player… not even a monster... but a countermeasure?"
"No." The Dragon Sage's voice darkened. "He's worse. He's the game's reboot trigger. If he fulfills his task... everything resets. All realms. All lives. All data."
Aya clenched her fist. "Then we have to stop him."
"No." He shook his head. "You can't. He doesn't follow quests. He doesn't drop loot. He doesn't have a name because no one was meant to speak it."
Aya narrowed her eyes. "Then I'll give him one… before I erase him myself."
Back in Nullcode Gorge, Synthetic Root stood still.
He now knew his mission.
But something inside him—the strange flicker of a forgotten past—was growing stronger. A glitch? A ghost? Or… a piece of the God-Tier Player inside him?
His eyes shimmered.
"Erasure... or rebirth?"
And for the first time, the program paused.He looked toward the distant mountain where players fought in tournaments, built kingdoms, and defied fate.
A place full of life.A world meant to be destroyed......or saved.
His choice had not been written yet.
But it would change everything.