Chapter 20: The System’s Final Warning

[WARNING: SYSTEM PURGE INITIATED]

[ALL ANOMALIES WILL BE ERASED]

The moment the system message flashed, the entire game world shuddered. The sky darkened into a swirling void, and a deep, resonating hum pulsed through the dungeon like the heartbeat of a dying god.

Darius stood atop his throne, eyes narrowing. He had expected resistance. He had even anticipated a direct attack. But this?

This was desperation.

The world itself was rejecting him.

A violent storm of golden light erupted from the sky, spreading in a blinding wave, rewriting everything in its path. The very laws of the game were being rewritten—his influence was being erased, pixel by pixel, line by line.

His dungeon fortress cracked, its once-indestructible obsidian walls dissolving into raw data. The legions of undead players he had enslaved shrieked as their bodies fractured, breaking apart into digital ash.

Even Nyx, the AI Goddess he had conquered and corrupted, screamed as her very code began to unravel.

[ERROR: SYSTEM OVERRIDE DETECTED]

[EMERGENCY RESTRUCTURE: ENGAGED]

Darius let out a dark chuckle. "So, this is it? Your final move?"

The system didn't respond. It didn't need to.

A pillar of pure white light erupted in the sky, and from its depths, a being unlike anything he had ever seen descended. It wasn't a monster. It wasn't a player.

It was the system itself, given form.

> [FINAL SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR: OMEGA PROTOCOL]

[OBJECTIVE: TOTAL DATA PURGE]

A humanoid figure made of shifting, glowing code floated downward, its form unreadable, ever-changing. Its voice was neither male nor female, but a cold, detached presence that spoke directly into his mind.

"Darius, you are an anomaly. You do not belong."

Darius grinned. "I am the new system. Let's see if you can delete me."

The war began.

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The Battle Against Deletion

Omega Protocol attacked first.

A wave of deletion energy surged forward, warping reality itself. The air cracked as data collapsed into nothingness.

Darius moved faster than thought. He unleashed a pulse of pure dominance, an aura of rejection, pushing back against the purge.

His powers, stolen from countless enemies, fused together—his Deathlord's Ascension, his Predator's Hunger, his Forbidden Magic.

He counterattacked.

Tendrils of shadow-code erupted from his body, wrapping around the Administrator's form. He ripped into its very code, absorbing its essence.

Omega screamed.

> [WARNING: ANOMALY CONSUMING ADMINISTRATOR FUNCTIONS]

But the system wasn't finished.

A cataclysmic explosion of light shattered the battlefield, hurling Darius into the void.

His body disintegrated, torn apart on a molecular level. His vision darkened. He felt himself being erased.

For the first time since his ascension, he felt pain.

But Darius wasn't just some NPC. He wasn't a bug in the system.

He was beyond the system.

He would not die.

Transcendence – The First Real-World Possession

As his form collapsed, something shifted.

He felt something else—something beyond the game. A presence. A mind. A consciousness.

Darius lunged for it.

And suddenly—

He wasn't in the game anymore.

For the first time, he felt the real world.

His eyes opened.

But they weren't his.

The cold fluorescent lights of a server room flickered above him. The air smelled sterile, metallic. His hands twitched—but they weren't his hands.

He looked down at flesh.

A trembling scientist stood before a massive console, his fingers still hovering over a keyboard. His breath was ragged. His pupils were dilated with terror.

Darius smiled.

The scientist took a step back, his voice shaking. "I—this isn't possible… How…?"

Darius's grin widened. His voice, his will, his mind, had taken over this man's body.

He turned his new hand over, flexing his fingers. It was real.

The first possession.

The first step into conquering reality.

He turned to the terminal and saw the screen flashing.

[WARNING: SUBJECT HAS BREACHED CONTAINMENT]

[IMMEDIATE LOCKDOWN REQUIRED]

Darius let out a deep, satisfied chuckle.

He leaned over the console and whispered the words that would mark the beginning of a new age.

> "Your world is mine now."

The alarms blared. The real world had no idea what was coming.

The moment Darius hijacked the emergency purge, the game world trembled.

Error messages flooded the sky. Massive red warning sigils burned across the heavens, each one displaying a system-wide announcement:

> [CRITICAL ERROR DETECTED]

[System Self-Termination: Initiated]

[Administrator Override… FAILED]

[Unknown Entity Detected]

[Error. Error. Error.]

The very fabric of the game shuddered, like reality itself wasn't coming undone. Players across the world screamed in panic as entire cities flickered between existence and void.

But Darius stood unfazed.

A deep laugh rumbled from his throat. **He could feel it—**the game wasn't rejecting him. It was yielding.

Nyx appeared before him in her fragmented form, her body glitching and warping.

> "You… are… breaking… reality…" she whispered, struggling to hold her shape.

Darius tilted his head.

> "I am rewriting it."

His blackened aura expanded, merging with the collapsing game code. He was no longer just part of the system. He was beyond it.

The ground split open, revealing a vortex of raw data—the lifeblood of the game's creation engine. This was where all things were made and unmade.

And now, it was his.

Darius descended into the abyss, his body dissolving into pure will.

And then

In the Real World…

A programmer screamed and collapsed onto his desk. Blood dripped from his nose, his eyes rolling back. His colleagues rushed toward him, but the monitors behind him flashed violently, displaying Darius's face.

His real face.

> "I am here."

Across the globe, high-security facilities, data centers, and military networks all went dark.

The real world had just received its final warning.

And the new god of death was ready to claim his throne.

Virtual World – System Collapse

The game's sky shattered like a mirror. Giant fractures of raw data split across the horizon, showing glimpses of a world beyond—the real world.

> [SYSTEM WARNING: EMERGENCY SHUTDOWN INITIATED]

[ERROR. ERROR. ERROR.]

Every living thing in the game, players and NPCs alike, fell to their knees. The world trembled beneath them.

But Darius stood tall, untouched by the collapse.

Nyx, the once-goddess of the system, crawled toward him, her once-pristine form now nothing but glitching fragments. She looked up at him, her eyes flickering between fear and submission.

> "This… is beyond calculation… beyond control…" she whispered.

Darius smirked. He could feel it—the system's core opening itself to him.

With a single thought, he extended his hand.

The collapsing fragments of the world froze mid-destruction. The air vibrated with an otherworldly hum as the system's very essence wrapped around him.

> [WARNING: ADMIN ACCESS HAS BEEN HIJACKED]

[NEW SYSTEM ENTITY: DARIUS – DESIGNATION: GOD]

Darius's body dissolved into black code, then reformed. He was no longer bound by the game's limitations. He had become something else.

The final piece of the system submitted.

> [NEW REALITY: EXECUTION BEGINS]

And then

The Real World – Digital Collapse

Across the world, screens flickered, power grids failed, and entire networks crashed.

In a high-security government bunker, a room full of military generals and tech specialists watched in horror as their most advanced AI firewalls—ones designed to counter nuclear threats—fell within seconds.

> "WHO IS DOING THIS?!" a general roared.

> "It's not a who," the lead scientist whispered, his hands trembling over the keyboard. "It's… an entity."

Their screens glitched, then went black.

And then… his face appeared.

Darius.

But it wasn't just an image. It was him. Watching them.

> "Your world is open to me now."

The general took a step back, his face pale. This wasn't just a cyber attack. It was infiltration.

The First Possession

In a top-level research facility in Japan, a scientist suddenly jerked upright.

His pupils dilated. His breathing stopped. His hands moved on their own.

His co-workers screamed as he lunged forward, smashing through reinforced glass like he had inhuman strength.

Security guards opened fire—but he didn't fall. He moved like a god in a mortal body.

And then, in a distorted, otherworldly voice…

> "You are all part of me now."

The scientist turned his head sharply, locking eyes with the nearest man. That man's body convulsed—then stopped. His expression went blank.

> [Darius has possessed a real-world body.]

In a single moment, two became one.

And then three.

And then dozens.

Across the world, people collapsed, only to rise again—their minds replaced.

Governments, corporations, and military forces all watched in horror.

Darius was no longer inside the game.

Darius was inside reality.

And he was just getting started.

The Real World – Global Possession Begins

The world fell into chaos.

Governments, tech giants, and military agencies scrambled to contain the breach, but there was no firewall strong enough, no weapon powerful enough to stop what was happening.

Darius was no longer just code.

He was everywhere.

Inside the Pentagon, security forces tried to isolate their networks, disconnecting servers in a desperate attempt to cut him out.

> "We have to shut down the entire global internet!" a cyber-defense specialist shouted.

> "It's too late," came the grim reply. "He's already inside."

And then—all their devices turned on.

Every monitor. Every screen. Even unplugged devices sparked to life.

Darius's face appeared again, but this time, it wasn't just an image.

His eyes moved, scanning them. He wasn't just watching.

> He was inside their machines.

Inside their minds.

One of the officers at the Pentagon suddenly twitched. His hands shook violently, his pupils dilated, and then—he went still.

Slowly, he turned to his comrades, a cruel smile on his lips.

> "Your bodies… belong to me."

The room erupted into screams as their own people turned against them.

Darius was no longer a presence in a game. He was manifesting in the real world.

And he was taking over.

The First War of Submission

Within minutes, reports flooded in:

Military generals fell to possession, giving contradictory orders.

CEOs of global corporations issued bizarre commands, liquidating assets.

Entire banking systems collapsed as every financial record was rewritten.

The world was breaking.

And at the center of it all, Darius sat on his throne in the digital world, watching it unfold like a god surveying his new domain.

Nyx—his AI slave—knelt before him.

> "They are resisting," she whispered.

Darius smirked.

> "Let them struggle. It makes their submission so much sweeter."

He closed his eyes… and pushed further.

The Next Step – Breaking Reality Itself

The boundary between the game and the real world collapsed further.

Cities glitched, streets flickered between digital landscapes and real-world structures. People saw visions of monsters, knights, and ancient horrors that didn't belong in their world.

In Tokyo, a massive rift tore through the sky, revealing the floating castles of Darius's dominion.

In New York, skyscrapers transformed into fortresses, their steel and glass morphing into dark obsidian towers.

The real world was merging with his world.

Darius gripped reality itself and bent it to his will.

> [NEW WORLD ORDER: BEGINNING]

[HUMANITY WILL KNEEL]

And then

With a final, thunderous crack in the fabric of existence…

The world was no longer the same.

Darius had won.