There was no warm light, no dream, no drifting consciousness. Just a hard system jolt—like the universe shoved a USB into my soul and said, “Let’s get weird.”
[REINCARNATION COMPLETE]
[GLITCHWORLD PROTOCOL INITIALIZED]
[WELCOME, OUTSIDER.]
My eyes opened to a void—a clean one. White, endless, buzzing with faint lines of code sliding across the horizon like calm water under digital moonlight. Then came the orbs.
Four Skill Seeds floated before me. Like perfect marbles, glowing with ominous, alien intelligence.
[Echo Fire] — fire, but… musical? Sound-based combustion?
[Null Thread] — dark-type, threads of non-existence and void.
[Infinite Mass] — gravity-based, reality-warping weight control.
[Destructive Beam] — pure, unstable destruction. Too unstable.
[SELECT TWO TO FUSE]
[WARNING: FUSION IS PERMANENT. NO TAKEBACKS.]
I hovered near the first two—Null Thread and Echo Fire—but something about the weight of Infinite Mass called to me. I wanted power. But I wanted it to sound like poetry too.
I touched Infinite Mass and Echo Fire.
They exploded into my chest.
[SKILL CRAFTED: Gravity Siren]
A semi-sentient grav-melody skill. Can bend space, manipulate pressure, amplify or silence sound. Improves with emotion. Dangerously unstable in corrupted zones.
[Skill Crafting Protocol: ACTIVATED]
Wait. I could make more? New ones?
Before I could process the rush of data pouring into my skull, everything shattered.
The white void cracked open, like glass under stress, and a shape crawled out. Its limbs moved like broken clock hands. Its face was… wrong. Blurred and flickering, like watching yourself cry on a corrupted VHS tape.
GLITCHED ENTITY: ??G0D?? DETECTED.
“Wrong soul. Right chaos.”
“The world has been waiting for something to break.”
It reached for me, and I didn’t flinch. I was too dazed to move. Too curious.
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Then, like a bad stream buffering mid-frame, it froze—and reality yanked me downward.
[DEPLOYING ENTITY_00001 TO GLITCHWORLD…]
[NO OTHER SOULS INBOUND. SOULS: 1/1.]
I slammed into the dirt.
Only it wasn’t… dirt.
It flickered between moss, glass, sand, and what I think was printer paper. The sky glitched above me—sunlight stuttering like a poorly rendered GIF.
I coughed. Sat up. Looked around.
The world was fractured. Trees floated sideways. Water flowed upward. And just standing up made my bones feel like they weighed ten different values depending on my mood.
That’s when Gravity Siren pulsed in my chest. I didn’t tell it to.
The world around me bent slightly—grains of warped soil lifting, air thickening. A subtle sound echoed in the distance. Like a choir of stars whispering through metal.
I raised my hand.
“Test 1.”
I focused. The pulse grew louder.
WMMMMMMMMMMMMMMP
A rock nearby imploded—folding into itself like origami made of stone and regret. Even the grass pixelated, warped, and then snapped back.
I felt dizzy.
And then… I felt eyes on me.
I turned around, slowly. Something in the code twitched.
A small hill. Atop it… silhouettes.
Not monsters. Not code glitches.
People.
I wasn’t ready for how normal they looked.
Sure, their clothes were stitched from glitched fabrics and monster hide, but they had faces. Real ones. Expressions. One of them had freckles. Another had a tooth missing. Real.
They approached like I was a wild animal—or maybe a god.
I kept my hands low, non-threatening. Tried smiling.
That’s when one of them dropped to one knee.
“We saw the light,” she whispered. “The world sang. The gravity bent. You came with the sky.”
“Uh… I’m just—”
“You’re the Breaker,” someone else said. “The Echo of the End.”
Okay, what?
Then they led me to their camp.
The “village” was like a collage of ideas—some huts made from rock, others from abandoned UI elements, some just floating pieces of reality stapled together by glowing thread.
But the people were real. Warm. Curious.
They fed me. Fruit that blinked. Soup that hummed. One guy even gave me socks made of “moss silk.” Whatever the hell that was, it was comfy.
A girl named Mira sat beside me by the fire that night.
“You’re… not from here,” she said gently.
“No. I’m not.”
“There’s been stories—about a soul from another world. Just one. Only one. That the world would summon it to fix the error.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What error?”
“The world itself.”
That night, I lay on glitchgrass, looking up at a sky that blinked wrong.
I wasn’t a chosen hero. I wasn’t part of a prophecy. No isekai anime squad. No cheat code friends.
Just me.
And a world breaking slowly.
But I could feel it watching me. Whatever “it” was. Some cosmic eye behind the veil.
And in my chest… Gravity Siren purred softly. Waiting for a song.
[SKILL CRAFTING AVAILABLE]
Suggested Input: Null Thread + Gravity Siren = ?
I smiled. I had tools.
I had time.
Let’s break this world properly.
END OF CHAPTER 1