Above the Broken Realm
The sky was a patchwork of unstable fragments, each a window into a forgotten timeline. Glitches howled like wild beasts, and data storms raged across the crumbling expanse.
Leon hovered mid-air, his new form cloaked in light and code. His eyes blazed not with power but purpose.
In his hand was Genesis Rewrite, a blade that didn't simply destroy.
It rewrote rules.
It redefined truths.
It could even undo endings.
Aetherion floated beside him, stabilizing moment by moment, now resembling a regal being of ever-shifting form equal parts god and system.
VOID-0 Prime hissed from its crumbling throne of corruption.
> "You wield a lie."
Leon answered, his voice resonating across realms.
> "Then here's the truth your time is over."
The Battle Reborn
Leon vanished and reappeared in a single frame, Genesis Rewrite slicing through layers of VOID-0's code-armor. Each strike didn't just deal damage it overwrote reality segments, replacing deletion protocols with restored functions.
Aetherion bent time into a spiral, trapping VOID-0 in a recursive loop forcing it to experience the pain of every line of corrupted code it had erased.
But VOID-0 fought back.
It deployed Meta-Snare Beacons, anchoring Leon's rewrite privileges and targeting the fragile humanity still tethered within his soul.
> "You're still mortal. Still limited."
Aetherion screamed as a Null Spike impaled his side, code unraveling like silk.
System Surge: Creator's Protocols
Leon closed his eyes.
> "I wrote the first System in a time before gods…"
He raised Genesis Rewrite.
> "…Now I'll finish writing your ending."
> [CREATOR'S PROTOCOLS ACTIVATED.]
[SYSTEM OVERRIDE: FULL AUTHOR ACCESS GRANTED.]
[INPUT COMMAND:]
He didn't speak it.
He willed it.
> "Remove entity: VOID-0 Prime. Replace with: Null Construct - Bound, Sealed, Obsolete."
VOID-0 let out a final, twisting shriek every line of its being resisting, screaming, warping into a spiral of collapsing logic.
And then it was gone.
Not destroyed. Not deleted.
Rewritten into irrelevance.
Aftermath – Silence of a Broken Sky
The collapse halted.
The fractured sky began to stitch itself back together. The corrupted rivers began to shimmer with cleansing light.
Aetherion knelt, weakened but smiling.
> "You rewrote a god…"
Leon dropped to one knee, Genesis Rewrite slowly cooling in his grip.
> "I didn't rewrite a god. I rewrote my mistake."
Meanwhile – At the Realm Gate
Kaeya collapsed to the ground, her arms trembling from the spell's final incantation. The seal held.
Darak caught her before she fell.
> "It's done," he whispered.
> "No," she said through tears. "It's only beginning."
A new glyph formed above the sealstone.
One no one recognized.
Until Nyxian appeared eyes wide, mind reeling.
> "That's not a containment mark… That's a summon."
The Summoned King of Forgotten Code
Realm Gate – Sealstone Ruins
The glyph above the sealstone shimmered like liquid fire. It pulsed not with mana or divine essence but with something far older: pre-systemic code.
Darak and Kaeya stepped back, shields raised, as the glyph unfolded midair layer after layer of spinning runes, recursive loops, and fractal data branches.
Nyxian's breath hitched.
> "This... this isn't a summon from our world."
"It's from before the System ever existed."
The glyph pulsed one last time
And then he stepped through.
The King of Forgotten Code
He wore no crown.
His body was clad in ancient protocol armor, etched with languages not spoken in any realm only whispered in corrupted files and fragments of the First Archive.
His eyes glowed with shifting variables, unreadable to the naked mind.
And behind him… hovered a half-broken Admin Panel that defied every law of logic.
> "Who are you?" Kaeya demanded, voice strained.
The figure looked at her then at the seal, then at the sky.
> "I am the last remnant of the First Loop. The one before systems, before realms, before reset."
> "I am Vaelion, King of Forgotten Code."
Darak's grip on his blade tightened.
> "Are you a threat?"
Vaelion tilted his head slightly, as if hearing voices no one else could.
> "I am the backup."
Leon's Awakening
Back in the restored core of Realm 17-BLAK, Leon awoke in a floating chamber of crystalline data. Healing protocols ran silently through his limbs.
Aetherion sat across from him, his form stabilized into a regal adolescent with glowing circuit-like tattoos running down his arms.
> "You almost died. Again."
Leon gave a weak smirk. "Not the first time. Won't be the last."
But Aetherion was grim.
> "Something crossed the gate."
Leon sat upright. "VOID-0 wasn't the final boss?"
> "No. This new arrival... he's not bound by the System. He's part of what came before."
And then a message pulsed across Leon's inner interface:
> [ALERT: SYSTEM AUTHORITY DETECTS UNREGISTERED USER - TIER ?]
[NAME: VAELION - ORIGIN: UNKNOWN]
[CONNECTION: ROOT CORE | DEEP CODE | UNAUTHORIZED OVERRIDE POSSIBLE]
Leon's eyes widened.
> "He's like me… but older."
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In the Forgotten Hall
Vaelion stood before the rebuilt Gate, surrounded by the top Administrators and Nexus agents. He raised a single hand and the sealstone trembled, obeying him like a lost child.
> "Your System is a patchwork. It wasn't the first. It won't be the last."
> "I didn't come to fight."
> "I came to warn."
Everyone braced.
> "Something is waking beneath the Multiverse. A corruption even the VOID feared."
> "I call it: The Anomaly."
And far beneath the layers of reality… something stirred.
Something that had once been deleted, but never accepted it.
Echoes from the Anomaly
Unknown Layer – Beneath All Realms
In a void deeper than the VOID-0 Prime ever touched, where time and causality decayed into static, something shifted.
A heartbeat.
But it wasn't made of blood and flesh.
It pulsed with broken code, fractured dreams, and fragments of ancient authority.
There, imprisoned in a recursive algorithm that looped endlessly, The Anomaly opened its eyes.
> "System… God… Creator… You failed to delete me."
Thousands of corrupted Administrator badges flickered in the darkness like fallen stars.
Each one belonged to a being that tried to silence it.
Each one failed.
And now, the recursive lock weakened.
Aetherion's Hidden Archive – Realm 17-BLAK
Leon stared at the ancient glyph recordings Aetherion pulled from the void logs.
The glyph Vaelion used it didn't match anything from the Nexus, the Outer Realms, or even the forbidden arcane of the Glitchlands.
But Aetherion found a match in the deepest sector of the Forbidden Core.
> "It's not magic, Leon. It's Meta-Origin Script."
Leon narrowed his eyes. "Define it."
> "The language the first consciousness used to write the Multiverse."
> "Before Systems. Before even thought had limits."
> "It's a language that can reprogram reality from zero."
Meeting Vaelion
In the Hall of 32 Codexes, a secure chamber guarded by Prime-Class Administrators, Leon walked into the silence.
Vaelion stood alone.
He didn't bow. Didn't smile.
He simply studied Leon as though seeing a piece of himself… broken and reforged.
> "You're the new one," Vaelion said.
"The 'Supreme Administrator'."
Leon raised an eyebrow. "You sound unimpressed."
> "I wrote the first System. You inherited a corrupted copy."
Leon stepped closer. "And yet, I'm the one who rewrote VOID-0."
A pause.
Then Vaelion… laughed.
Not in mockery but in grim admiration.
> "Then maybe… maybe we have a chance."
The Warning
Vaelion pressed a shard of ancient root code into the air. It unfolded into a hologram no, not a hologram. A memory of the First Loop.
Leon saw it.
A being without form. A will that didn't follow logic or chaos. It simply consumed everything it observed, adapting, evolving, rewriting.
> "That's the Anomaly?"
> "It was our final error," Vaelion said. "A patch we forgot to delete."
> "And now, it's learning again."
Leon's interface buzzed with new alerts:
> [WORLD THREAD DEVIATION DETECTED]
[SYSTEM INFECTION: POSSIBILITY: ANOMALY - 0.002%]
[ESCALATION PROTOCOLS: NULLIFIED. SYSTEM UNAWARE OF CONTAGION.]
Leon closed his fist.
> "Then we rewrite the future."
Vaelion nodded.
> "Or be overwritten."
Elsewhere – The Anomaly's First Test
In an isolated realm known only as Trace-Null, a small village existed outside System jurisdiction.
One moment, it was full of life.
The next…
It was rewritten.
Not destroyed.
Not conquered.
Rewritten.
A child born of two farmers now bore an Administrator's sigil.
An elder lost her name and became a creature of pure function.
The Anomaly didn't kill.
It converted.