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Create a bill that punishes corrupt officials with death!"

But then they say: "Killing is against the law. They're human too, and have a right to live!"

Damn those so-called Human Rights activists.

Anyone running for office should serve the people, not exploit them.

And yet, time and again—
They hunger for power.
They bend the laws.
They steal the people’s taxes.

I was nothing but a small internet café owner, struggling to pay bills. But my life changed when I stumbled upon someone in a dark web forum. A shadow with a code name, who taught me everything—from basic programming to breaching secure national servers.

I became an anonymous whistleblower.
Exposed corrupt politicians.
Flooded social media with undeniable proof.

But one night, I made a mistake.
I forgot to activate my VPN. Forgot to scramble my signal.

And they came.
Secret agents. Black ops.

They didn’t arrest me.
They executed me.

I thought that was the end.

But fate had other plans.

I woke up… not on Earth…

…in a world ruled by mana and aura.

A world where kingdoms rise and fall by the strength of their swordsmen and mages…
…where corruption bleeds through nobility like poison in wine.

And this time, I won’t make the same mistake.

This time, I’ll burn their world from the inside out.

The Ruthless Magic Swordsman

🏛 Arena of Twelve Circles — Exhibition Grounds

The dueling arena was no simple platform.

Twelve magical circles, etched in obsidian and silver, rotated slowly beneath the sand. Each one encoded with a unique elemental distortion field.

Crowds of nobles, scholars, and whisperers filled the terraces—some wearing rings that recorded mana signatures directly into memory crystal. Every spell cast today would be studied for years.

> And every spell I cast will be weaponized, Achilles thought, walking to the center ring.

Which was why he hadn't planned to cast any.

⚔️ Opponent: Ser Calwyn Arvane

House Arvane (Minor Nobility, Military Branch)

Calwyn was older, stronger, and perfectly aware he'd been chosen to "test" the famous anomaly.

> "Lord Verentis," he said with mock formality, raising his training blade.

"I'll try not to hurt you too badly."

Just stood, hands at his sides, eyes like frozen steel.

The moment the signal dropped, Calwyn vanished into speed-enhanced motion.

A burst of wind. Footprints kicked dust skyward. Blade gleamed.

> >>> Predictive Movement Model: Loaded

>>> Overlay: Counter.V1 – execute

He stepped exactly 1.2 meters left.

>>> Injecting chaotic mana stream…

Achilles blinked. The air shimmered slightly. His System interface expanded—invisible to all but him.

Suddenly, he understood Calwyn's aura like seeing a pattern of kinetic code: surge > delay > echo > surge.

> That's not instinct. That's a loop.

He reached out—not with a spell, but a command.

To the crowd, it looked like Calwyn suddenly staggered mid-step.

To Calwyn—it felt like his aura had tripped.

"Did he cast something?" a senior mage hissed.

"But Calwyn's aura shut off like it was hacked—"

"—Don't say hacked," another growled. "This isn't a codebase."

But in the shadows, Bell knew better.

> You're wrong, she thought. He's treating magic like a live terminal.

Bloodied but furious, Calwyn launched a stormburst strike—an advanced aura slash lined with wind-encoded glyphs.

>>> META_RUNFILE (Phase-2) — UNLOCKED

The energy dispersed into harmless sparks.

And Calwyn, moving too fast to stop, ran directly into Achilles' palm—

Just a silence so heavy, it fractured itself.

Achilles turned and walked off the field.

Phase-2 unlocked functions stored.

And deep in his vision, a new prompt flashed:

>>> System command privileges escalated.

>>> Command: RECOMPILE_WORLD (disabled)

>>> Access: ∆/core/framework/init_test.env

Compile Under Fire