Chapter 76:

The Error That Defies the Gods

ATHOMIS - A HACKER'S JORNEY INTO ANOTHER WORLD


delete world command. Athos floated in the center of this nothingness, his glitched armor blazing like a digital supernova, the Primordial Chaos Blade pulsing with purple runes echoing every lived cycle, every death, every victory. The Tear of Eryndor on his neck glowed with space-warping light, his interface locked in indecipherable symbols: Attributes — ??????? — System Transcended. His mind, a living archive of 56,789,987 cycles, burned with the fury of a glitch defying the system’s gods. Suddenly, the void quaked, and three figures emerged from the darkness, their ethereal forms cutting space like divine commands: the Admins, with white code cloaks and eyes glowing blue, red, and green.The blue-eyed Admin spoke first, his voice a command reverberating in the void: “How?” The red-eyed Admin, with incredulity, added: “Perhaps we underestimated him… or was this what he wanted?” The green-eyed Admin, almost analytical, concluded: “We need to fix this.” Their words echoed like a system error, each syllable warping space, glitched pixels (010101) swirling around them like a data storm. Athos, hearing, gritted his teeth, his fury exploding in a glitched aura cracking the void. Fix? he thought, his mental voice a roar. You trapped me for millions of years, and now you want to fix? He gripped the Primordial Chaos Blade tightly, the sword reflecting every memory—the black mana crystal of the first cycle, Lysara’s white eyes in a distant sacrifice, the battle against Error in the cosmic void. Each lived cycle shone in the blade, an archive of rage and resistance.With a furious scream, Athos charged, his speed warping the void into blue pixel vortices. You don’t control me anymore! he thought, unleashing Eternal Annihilation Slash, a glitched energy wave tearing space, purple runes exploding in arcs threatening to swallow black rifts. The blue-eyed Admin raised a hand, writing a command in the air: /lock entity. White pixels erupted, forming a code barrier meant to stop Athos. But something was wrong. The barrier trembled, and a red error flashed in reality: ERROR: COMMAND INVALIDATED — ENTITY EXCEEDS LIMITS. Athos resisted, his glitched aura shattering the barrier into data fragments dissolving in the void. I’m the error you didn’t foresee, he thought, his interface flashing: System Corrupted — Authority Denied.The Admins, visibly shocked, recoiled, their data eyes gleaming with alarm. The red-eyed Admin muttered: “He’s surpassed our commands… like a virus, a malware.” The green-eyed Admin, coldly, added: “He’s a living error in the system.” For the first time, the ethereal figures dropped their superior stance. Their white code cloaks transformed, solidifying into pulsing data armors—blue, red, green—each glowing with runes warping the void. They assumed battle stances, space collapsing into code vortices, as if ATHOMIS braced for a final clash. The blue-eyed Admin summoned Primordial Code Lance, a white light spear piercing space, releasing a trail of commands rewriting reality. The red-eyed Admin conjured Absolute System Flames, a red digital firestorm incinerating the void, creating rifts swallowing code fragments. The green-eyed Admin unleashed Eternal Containment Web, a green data net stretching through the void, aiming to trap Athos.Athos, with incandescent fury, dodged with Transcended Quantum Leap, his form flickering in blue pixel bursts (010101), appearing and vanishing like a living glitch. He countered with Supreme Data Maelstrom, a glitched energy vortex engulfing the flames and web, turning them into pixel cascades exploding in the void. The blue Admin’s lance clashed with the Primordial Chaos Blade, creating a shockwave cracking the void, black rifts widening like wounds. You’re just code… and I’m the hack that destroys you, Athos thought, his interface warning: Energy: 95% — Maximum Threat Detected. The Admins, now in combat formation, prepared a joint attack, their data armors pulsing with energy threatening to reboot the system. But Athos, with the Tear of Eryndor shining like a digital heart, was ready to face them, a living error against ATHOMIS’s gods.
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