While everyone else fights for their lives to clear the game, I decide to break the game itself.
My name is “Rat,” the lowest-ranking zodiac NPC in the Land of the End.
Above me are the human-rank zodiac rulers who control the game; below me are countless participants crushed by the cycles of reincarnation. I’ve repeated the same cycle 3,700 times, and I retain every memory.
That’s right. I’m no ordinary NPC. I’m a piece of glitched code.
Over 3,700 cycles, I’ve learned every rule, every loophole, and every hidden mechanic in the Land of the End. I know which zodiac will fly into a rage on which day, which game has a priority flaw in its judgment logic, and even which corridor the so-called “savior,” Qi Xia, will take every time.
But I’m tired of being part of the scenery.
This time, I won’t follow the script. I won’t help the participants, and I won’t obey the zodiac rulers. There’s only one thing I intend to do: turn the rules against themselves and use glitches to devour the System.
While the other participants are still racking their brains to survive ten days, I’ve already forged an authorization token for a human-rank zodiac ruler. While Qi Xia is still solving the puzzle in the third game, I shift the spatial coordinates of the entire floor by three units. The game’s judgment system fails, and everyone clears the level.
My actions attract the attention of the “Heavenly Dragon,” the supreme will of the Land of the End, a being that even the twelve Heavenly-Rank Zodiac rulers must bow before.
It says: You are an error. You must be erased.
