Night fell over the village. The beast's corpse had long since been dragged away, the people whispering prayers of gratitude to gods that never answered.
I sat alone in the shadows of my room, eyes half-closed, as glowing text still lingered before me.
[Quest Active: Survive. Observe. Integrate.
Warning: Anomaly detected. Monitoring in progress.]
The System had tried to cage me.
I pressed my palm against the wooden floorboards, whispering a thought.
Disintegrate.
The wood dissolved into dust, vanishing into the void. Another whisper.
Integrate.
The wood returned, perfectly restored, as if nothing had happened.
The System responded instantly.
[Action Detected: Reality Override
Error: Operation Undefined
Warning! World Stability at Risk]
I chuckled softly. World stability at risk? From a single plank of wood? How fragile you are.
Curiosity burned in me. What else could I erase?
I closed my eyes and focused inward—not on objects, but on concepts. On sensations.
Disintegrate… fear.
A cold shiver rippled through my chest. My heartbeat steadied. Every trace of instinctive dread—gone.
[Warning! Tampering with Abstract Variables Detected
Restriction Protocol: Initiated]
A sharp pain pierced my skull, like needles driving into my brain. The System's attempt at punishment.
I smiled through it. "So, you can hurt me. How interesting."
The pain faded quickly. Too quickly. It couldn't hold me.
A knock at my door interrupted my amusement.
"Hey, you in there?"
It was a boy. My age—or rather, this body's age. Untidy hair, dirt on his cheeks, the wide-eyed seriousness of an innocent fool.
I opened the door slightly, letting my gaze fall on him.
"I saw you earlier," he said, voice trembling with awe. "When the monster was chained… I think it was you, wasn't it?"
So someone had noticed.
I tilted my head, forcing a small, hesitant smile. "That's… impossible. I'm just a child."
His eyes lit up. "No, I know it was you! You saved us! Please—teach me! I want to be strong like you!"
Pathetic. So easily deceived.
But useful. Very useful.
"I'll… think about it," I murmured, letting my voice waver just enough to sound unsure.
The boy's expression brightened with hope. He bowed his head and ran off, no doubt fantasizing about his future greatness.
I closed the door and laughed. Low, sharp, twisted.
The System flared again.
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Titles? Alignment? How unusual. It thought it was shaping me, defining me.
But all it had done was reveal another truth: the System wasn't my cage.
It was my toy.
I lay back on the floor, eyes glinting in the dark.
"Even gods can be rewritten," I whispered. "And I will rewrite them all."