Two days later.
The sky was clear, but Jiwoon sat beneath it like a storm barely contained.
The new system interface floated in front of him — not a voice, not a command. Just… a mirror.
[System Host: Jiwoon]
Purge Protocol: Disabled
Avatar Threshold: Removed
Moral Parameters: Undefined
Awaiting directive…
He could now reshape it all.
But he hadn't moved a single setting.
Not yet.
Vera approached from behind, handing him a mug of black tea.
"You've been staring at that screen for hours."
Jiwoon: "It's not a screen. It's a weapon."
Kaelya joined, tossing a fruit up and down.
"So what are you waiting for? You're the god now."
Jiwoon didn't answer right away.
Then finally:
"I'm not here to sit on a throne."
"I'm here to make sure no one else builds one."
Scene Cut – Across the City
Word of the system's collapse — and Jiwoon's dominance — had spread like wildfire. The Underworld factions panicked. The Holy Sects called emergency councils.
And from the digital void… a new ripple echoed.
[Unauthorized Echo Detected]
Origin: Dead Zone 9
Signal: UNKNOWN AVATAR ACTIVITY
Back with Jiwoon, the system chimed again.
[New Sinless Threat Emerged]
Name: ???
Classification: Paradox Entity
Codebase: Not found
Directive: Observe or Eliminate
Jiwoon stood, the wind catching his coat.
"Even after I break the rules… something always tries to rebuild them."
Kaelya smirked. "Then break it harder."
Vera: "We're with you. Even if the world resets again."
Final Panel:
Jiwoon steps forward, system code folding around his fingers like silk.
"I'm done playing god."
"I'm going to rewrite what it means to be human."