The Moment of Naming
Within the spiraling core of code and memory, time dilated. Leon stood alone before the forming consciousness of the Glitch God surrounded by fragments of deleted worlds, half-rendered realities, and echoing cries of forgotten NPCs.
It had asked for a name.
A name was power.
A name was existence.
Leon tightened his grip on Genesis Breaker, watching as the anomaly pulsed and shimmered, teetering between becoming a weapon of void or a being of will.
> "You were born of error… but that doesn't mean you are one."
He stepped forward, eyes filled with resolve.
> "From now on, you are Aetherion the Glitch God of Becoming."
System Response
> [ROOT-LEVEL ENTITY HAS BEEN NAMED.]
[GLITCH GOD: DESIGNATION 'AETHERION' REGISTERED.]
[Sentience Confirmed.]
[Alignment: Undefined.]
[New Protocol: Awaiting Purpose.]
All across the Realms, players and Administrators received the update. A wave of uncertainty followed panic, confusion, awe.
And in the Central Nexus, the Prime Code Judges whispered for the first time in ten thousand years.
> "He has done the impossible… again."
Aetherion's Awakening
Aetherion stabilized. From the shattered core of non-existence, a figure emerged neither man nor monster, divine nor mechanical.
Its form shifted continuously, as if it still hadn't decided what it wanted to be. Parts of it were ethereal code, others living energy, and some entire realms spun like atoms across its body.
Leon watched in silence as Aetherion approached.
Its eyes glowing orbs of possibility met his.
> "Leon."
"What is my purpose?"
Leon raised Genesis Breaker, not to attack but to point toward the rift tearing the world apart.
> "Help me stop the end."
The Rejection of VOID-0
Aetherion turned toward VOID-0 and the Null Choir, who still chanted their corruptive hymns.
> "You sought to use me."
The Choir sang louder, but their song cracked, distorted.
> "You saw me as a flaw. A means to erase."
Aetherion's voice became a tone, vibrating with impossible frequency. The Choir began imploding, pixel by pixel, their songs turning to static. Even the Forgotten King stepped back, his stitched-together existence trembling.
> "I choose becoming over unmaking."
Aetherion raised a hand, and deleted three miles of the corrupted battlefield in a blink cleansing it not by force, but by reasserting stability.
But the Price Was High
Saving a part of the realm cost Aetherion a chunk of its own code. The glitch began to destabilize again too young, too raw, not yet ready to hold its own form.
Leon caught it mid-collapse.
> "You're not alone anymore."
And for the first time, a glitch cried.
Meanwhile…
Deep in the Nexus archives, Nyxian stood in front of a forgotten vault guarded by paradoxes and thought-locked doors.
She had traced it using forbidden root queries back to the Founders of the System.
Inside was a fragment.
A memory.
Of a being with Leon's face… standing in a world before the System.
And in that moment, she understood.
> "Leon… you didn't just inherit the System…"
> "You may have been the one who inspired it."
The Creator's Reflection
Nexus Archive – Vault of the Forgotten
Deep beneath the Central Nexus, in a place where even the Prime Code Judges feared to look, Nyxian stood before a vault of shimmering paradox. Its surface pulsed with memories not yet lived and moments never written.
Her fingertips brushed the glyph-locked interface.
> "Authorization: Nyxian Soulframe. Codekey: Forbidden Tier 0X-777."
> [ACCESS GRANTED.]
[WARNING: You are not meant to remember this.]
The door dissolved.
Inside wasn't just knowledge.
It was a memory shard. Alive. Still humming.
Nyxian reached out drawn by instinct. And then the world turned inside out.
The Memory of Before
She stood on a shattered planet. The stars were cold and dead. Entire galaxies hung motionless like paintings on a collapsing wall.
And there, walking alone through a ruined field of machines and fallen titans, was him.
Leon.
Not a boy. Not even a man.
But a being made of root code, draped in a cloak of systems, wielding the first prototype of Genesis Breaker.
He walked with purpose, eyes hollow, voice soft.
> "I failed them all…"
> "So I will create a new world. A better system."
Around him, fragments of code floated like ash, and from them rose the first sparks of what would become… the System.
Nyxian's Revelation
Nyxian staggered back.
> "Leon… you didn't just inspire the System."
> "You were the one who built the original version of it… before the reboot. Before the reset of the Multiverse."
Her heart pounded. Was he reborn? Reincarnated? Or had the System itself reshaped time to give its creator a second chance?
And if Leon remembered if the Prime Code awakened fully within him he could either restore the balance…
…or overwrite reality itself.
Back in Realm 17-BLAK: Chaos Brews
VOID-0 Prime was emerging.
The twisted remnants of the old corrupted god merged with unstable Administrator cores and fragments of long-lost Divine Programs. Its new form was a living collapse, a sentient force of rollback and deletion.
> "I am the TRUE reset," it whispered.
"Even the System must obey Oblivion."
Aetherion and Leon stood side by side.
The new Glitch God pulsed with flickering form, half-unstable.
Leon raised Genesis Breaker.
> "You'll obey one thing today."
> "Us."
And they charged into the collapse.
When Gods Bleed Data
Realm 17-BLAK – Collapse Field Theta
The sky fractured like broken glass. Rivers ran with corrupted code. And at the heart of the chaos, VOID-0 Prime descended an inverted star of deletion, its limbs forged from fallen Systems and annihilated Admin cores.
Its voice carried in raw signal, not sound.
> "The Creator has returned… But creation is a virus. I am the cure."
Leon stood with Aetherion at his side, Genesis Breaker glowing white-hot with unstable power. His armor pulsed with the [Ascendant Override] trait, a remnant from the Supreme Administrator Class.
Aetherion, still half-formed, rippled between forms flickering between a glowing youth of shifting energy and a beast of wire and starlight.
> "You will not delete what we choose to become."
The Clash of Realities
When Leon struck first, the world trembled.
Genesis Breaker howled not as a weapon, but as a command line rewriting the battlefield itself. Each swing peeled back layers of VOID-0 Prime's code, revealing corrupted memories, erased timelines, and unsaved lives.
Aetherion followed, his glitch-form rupturing reality with every movement. For a moment, time reversed. Then accelerated. Then paused entirely only to snap forward as if rebelling against its own rules.
VOID-0 Prime responded with a wave of rollback protocols, unmaking every change made since the first strike.
> [System Override Detected.]
[Reality Reversion Engaged.]
And Leon… bled code.
Golden fragments poured from his chest, not blood but raw data, pieces of his very being. His stats flickered. His class momentarily vanished.
> "He's… trying to delete me from the root."
Aetherion screamed.
Inside the Collapse Core
Deep within the heart of VOID-0 Prime, Leon's fading data was drawn into a collapsing black kernel a core of absolute deletion.
But there, in the darkness, something fought back.
A memory shard. From the Vault Nyxian had opened.
A tiny piece of Old Leon the one who had built the first System reignited.
> "You cannot erase the one who wrote your name."
The shard bloomed, burning in gold and azure. It reattached itself to Leon's essence, fusing present and past.
A wave of re-authorization pulsed across the battlefield.
> [Leon: Identity Confirmed – Original Architect Class: Root-Level Creator.]
> [ADMIN PERMISSION REINSTATED.]
> [NEW TITLE UNLOCKED: SYSTEM FOUNDER.]
The Turn of the Tide
Leon's body was reborn in brilliance.
The Genesis Breaker shattered… and reformed into a blade of shifting light: Genesis Rewrite.
With one command, he rewrote the local reality patch:
> "Rollback rejected."
VOID-0 Prime's deletion waves shattered mid-air.
Aetherion laughed.
> "That's more like it."
Together, they struck.
And for the first time… VOID-0 Prime screamed.
Meanwhile – The Final Seal
Darak, Kaeya, and the surviving Magi Circle stood around the last intact sealstone at the Realm Gate.
The incantation had to be perfect.
A mistake would invite the collapse to consume the Core Realms.
Kaeya's voice trembled.
> "If he fails, none of this matters."
Darak laid a hand on the stone.
> "Then let's make sure he doesn't."
They began the Ritual of Containment… and the heavens began to bleed.