The End of the Apocalypse: Infinite Survival in a Virtual World

[Urban Superpowers] I thought that awakening a hundred-kilometer private-space ability would let me lie flat and live out my days in peace. Little did I know, danger was already closing in.

With peril everywhere and traps at every turn, I was inexplicably targeted by the Cleaners and became a target for everyone. Hunted and besieged at every step, I became an anomaly the entire world could not tolerate.

Amid endless flight and struggle, I finally touched the truth of the world:

The world we live in isn't real. Like my space, it's merely a virtual existence built from a string of code.

This is a world of nested layers, like a set of Russian dolls. No one knows how many more worlds lie stacked above us.

And in the eyes of this world, I am a viral anomaly, a top-tier superpowered individual bound by no rules.

But is this purge targeting the "virus" really as simple as it seems?