He wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t a villain. He wasn’t even supposed to exist.
A flaw in the system. A ghost between worlds. A being without fate, without limits—an anomaly.
When reality collapsed around him, he awoke in a world bound by rules he didn’t follow. Magic rejected him. Time ignored him. Death refused him. He could rewrite the impossible, break what should never break.
But in a world of order, something like him was a threat. Gods feared him. Kings hunted him. The system whispered: "Erase the Glitch."
But he had his own rules. His own path. Not good. Not evil. Just him.
A walking paradox. A living error. The one thing reality could never contain.