Yuto Kurogane was just another lonely gamer, forgotten by the world and buried under junk food and game updates—until one fatal night logged him out of life… and into a world that shouldn’t exist.

Waking up in a fantasy MMO-like realm, Yuto is offered a choice of powerful systems to guide his new life. But being the chaotic soul he is, he picks the Glitched System—a broken, unstable mess of random buffs, weird skills, and unpredictable power surges.

Everyone else is a player with polished builds, balanced stats, and shiny gear. Yuto? He’s an error in the code. A bug the system can’t control.
And that makes him dangerous.

Armed with glitchy abilities like time skips, reality distortions, and enemies hearing attacks after they hit, Yuto stumbles his way through bosses, PvP tournaments, and dark secrets buried in the world's source code. The deeper he dives, the more he realizes:
He’s not just in the game. He might be the game’s final patch.

If anyone tells you flying is cool, don't believe them.


Flying because your system bugged and decided "gravity.exe has stopped working"?


"HOW DO I TURN THIS OFF?!" I screamed, flailing my arms as my body awkwardly floated above the trees.


"One minute and a half?!" I shouted. "That's not flying, that's an expiration date!"


Bugsalot cupped his hands and yelled, "TRY FLAPPING HARDER!"


Rina, of course, tried to stay calm. "Just… steer yourself toward that clearing!"


"Steer?!" I spun mid-air, nearly colliding with a tree. "Lady, this isn't a car—it's a panic simulator!"


I drifted lower and lower, my legs kicking like I was swimming in digital soup.


Zell sighed, already climbing down the cliff after me. "This is embarrassing to watch."


"Oh, I'm so sorry that my death-defying glitch isn't entertaining enough!" I yelled back.


I winced. "Uh… thanks for breaking my fall?"


He growled. "Next time, I'm letting you splatter."


We regrouped in the clearing. For once, no Debug Hunters, no javelins, no system errors trying to kill me. Just peace and quiet.


Naturally, that lasted about ten seconds.


Rina checked the corrupted compass. "The Architect's last trace is still south. If we move now, we can reach the abandoned outpost before dawn."


I raised my hand. "Question. What if instead, we… didn't?"


"Yuto," she said sternly. "Every time we delay, the system adapts. Those hunters won't stop."


"Yeah, but every time we don't delay, I nearly die in a hilarious new way!"


Bugsalot chimed in, "I vote we rest! My circuits need a nap."


As we debated, the clearing shimmered. Glitches rippled across the grass, like the code itself was unraveling.


A figure appeared—hooded, face hidden, body flickering between real and digital static.


"Finally…" the voice rasped. "The anomaly."


"Uh, hi?" I waved awkwardly. "Can we… not fight for five minutes? I just learned how to balloon-fly."


The figure tilted their head. "No. I'm not here to delete you. I'm here to warn you."


Rina stepped closer, eyes narrowing. "Who are you?"


The hooded figure glitched again, voice distorting.


"I… was like him," they said, pointing at me. "A player who broke the system. And I survived."


My jaw dropped. "Wait—you're saying… there are more like me?!"


The figure nodded. "Yes. But those who glitched too far were… erased."


Then, before we could ask anything else, the figure dissolved into static, leaving only a single line of code burned into the dirt:


"…Okay," I said, rubbing my temples. "What the heck does that mean?"


Zell crossed his arms. "It means this world isn't just broken. It's… preparing for something worse."


And just like that, my anxiety got a new best friend.


Chapter 21 - The Balloon Hero