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In a world where players are thrown into a brutal survival game, Ethan Carter awakens with nothing—no weapons, no allies, and no memory of how he got there. The only rule? Survive.

But when he’s moments away from death, he discovers a broken ability—one that shouldn’t exist.

[Infinite Resource Exploit]
Duplicate any object. No limits. No cooldowns.

A single stone becomes an avalanche. A single sword turns into an unstoppable arsenal. What should have been a simple trick spirals into absolute domination.

Yet, the world isn’t just a game. The rulers of this realm don’t take kindly to anomalies. And when Ethan’s power begins bending the very fabric of reality, he becomes the greatest threat they have ever faced.

Now, hunted by players, guilds, and ancient beings that defy logic, Ethan has two choices:
Break the system… or let the system break him.

In a world where power is everything, what happens when one man wields an infinite supply?

The Infinite Resource Exploit

Ethan sat against a fallen log, his fingers tracing the eerie symbol on his forearm. The mark no longer pulsed, but an unnatural warmth lingered beneath his skin. It wasn't just an injury—it was something embedded in him, something the system itself didn't understand.

He opened his status screen again.

The message flickered, glitching in and out of existence before vanishing completely. His usual interface returned, but something was off. The smooth, instant response of the system felt sluggish—as if reality itself had to pause before reacting to him.

Vance leaned against a nearby tree, watching him carefully. "I can already tell what you're thinking, kid."

A smirk tugged at the edge of Vance's lips, but it didn't reach his eyes. "You want to test it. See what it can do."

Ethan didn't deny it. The idea had been burning in his mind since he saw the first system error. If the world no longer recognized him properly, there had to be a way to use that.

He reached for a nearby rock and gripped it tightly. "Watch."

Normally, a small object like that would follow a natural arc and land a few feet away. But as soon as it left his hand, the air shimmered—like a frame skipping in a video. The rock vanished for a split second before reappearing a little further than it should have.

Vance's smirk disappeared. "That's… not normal."

Ethan stared at his hand. He had felt the system hesitate, almost as if it had to catch up to his actions. This wasn't just a debuff or a passive effect—this was something that distorted reality itself.

He stood and took a few steps forward. Then, with a deep breath, he jumped.

It was a simple motion. But as soon as he left the ground, the world lagged.

For a split second, gravity didn't pull him back down immediately. His body hung in the air just a fraction longer than it should have—then suddenly snapped back, as if the system had realized it had forgotten to process his landing.

Vance cursed. "Kid, you're playing with fire."

Ethan exhaled, his mind racing. If he could control these glitches, it could be a power beyond anything this world had ever seen.

But before he could test anything else, a new notification popped up.

[WARNING: SYSTEM STABILITY THREATENED.]

Ethan felt a cold chill crawl down his spine.

"Vance…" His voice was tense. "Who are the Executors?"

Vance didn't answer immediately. But when he did, his tone was grim.

"They're the enforcers." He met Ethan's gaze. "And they erase things that don't belong."

A gust of wind tore through the forest, and for the first time that night, Ethan felt something worse than the Mark itself.

Chapter 4: System Error