Palvinderkaur

In a near-future world a hyper immersive game platform called " QUESTCHAIN" is integrated into daily life through AR lenses and neural interfaces 
People earn points, upgrades and even currency by completing real life and digital quests- ranging from helping someone carry groceries to defeating enemies in game. 
World overlays layered on top of reality. 
A group of top tire players begin mysteriously disappearing - rumour say they " glitched out" into the coreworld, a hidden layer of the game where rules no longer applied."
When our protagonist a casual player who just trying to survive accidentally glitches into this core world he discover's.

The game is evolving on its own. It's rewriting reality. 
 
And someone or something is behind it guiding the evolution towards something catastrophic.

QUESTCHAIN: Reality Reloaded

The moment Kael initiated the Return Protocol, something slipped.

He didn't feel the usual system pulse or UI refresh. No status pings. No visual pop-ups. Just... silence. And then the world tilted.

Not violently—but like a carousel shifting gears. Time didn't stop. It echoed.

Kael staggered against the terminal as the lab around him blurred. The console's light fractured into strands, twisting into unfamiliar architecture. The walls grew taller, thinner. The air turned sterile.

The old lab faded—replaced by glass.

He stood in a tower of it, stories high. Transparent floors. Transparent walls. Memory lights moving like fireflies in circuits beneath his feet.

Same hands. Same weight. But his interface—alien. Elegant. Clean.

A name blinked in the corner of his vision:

"Kael... Vantis?" he whispered, voice echoing back layered in glitch-harmonics.

A woman approached. Young. White coat woven with data-thread. Eyes sharp, almost too sharp. Synthetic clarity.

She looked at him like she knew every part of him.

"Did it trigger?" she asked, calm but tense.

Kael opened his mouth. "I don't—"

"You're looping," she cut in. "It's okay. You've been here before. This is your third recursion. Just let it run. Let it finish."

She moved closer. Her ID tag flickered—DR. NYX.

No. This version wasn't her. Or wasn't just her. This was before. Before avatars. Before roles.

Kael-Vantis backed away. "This isn't real."

"It is to you," she said, softer now. "Everything here is a pre-pattern of who you were. You helped design the Mirror Layer. That's what this tower is. A resonance chamber for synthetic identity bleed."

His hands began to tremble. Images—foreign yet familiar—pushed against the inside of his skull.

Blueprints for neural sync. Trial logs signed "VANTIS.K."

Test subjects fractured across echo cycles.

A boy, maybe ten, looking up from a data cradle saying: "Dad?"

"I don't have a son," he muttered.

"You had one," she said. "In the Architect layer. You created a simulated heir to test recursive memory stabilization. A mind built from your own. It failed. Too much bleed. He started remembering your life instead of his own."

Kael gritted his teeth. "This is system junk. Oracle hallucination."

"No. It's you," she said, stepping back. "Fragmented. Archived. Buried."

The tower began to ripple. The glass cracked—spiderweb lines radiating across the sky. Lights flared and died. Code bled down the walls like ink in water.

Dr. Nyx reached for him, her form tearing into pixels. "You have to remember who you were. Not just who they let you be. When you know the pattern, you'll find the key."

Kael fell to his knees, gasping, drenched in cold sweat. Dex crouched beside him, wide-eyed. "Kael. Kael! You phased out. Ten minutes. You were staring at nothing."

Kael didn't answer. He just stared at his hands.

Dex held him. "You saw something, didn't you?"

Kael nodded slowly. "I think… I used to be part of it. Not a player. A builder. A Designer."

She looked at him, and for the first time, something flickered in her expression.

"You're starting to remember," she said.

[TRACE ACTIVE: SUBJECT_KAEL.ARDEN]

Memory Thread Integrity: 14.2% → 26.4%

Identity Crossmatch: VANTIS.K [PROTOTYPE BUILDER: MIRROR LAYER]

Echo Sequence_01 – The Glass Loop