SSS-Rank Glitch: I Can Duplicate Anything

✰ Synopsis ✰ The S-Rank raiders left the corpses where they fell. Didn't even bother looting them. Typical. Kian crouched beside the dead guild leader, some arrogant prick named Gareth who spent two hours talking about "bait having a leash." Now Gareth's got a claw through his chest and a face that says the universe owes him an apology. Kian takes the sword. Plain steel. Soul-Bound to a dead man. Useless to anyone else. Or it should be. His HUD flickers. His HUD never flickers. Cheap piece of shit, but it's a reliable cheap piece of shit. [SYSTEM ERROR: DUPLICATE COMMAND DETECTED.] The sword's still in his hand. No red text. No warning. He checks his inventory. Two swords. Same name. Same stats. Same soul-bound tag. Kian's heart does something weird. Not fear. The opposite. That quiet electric jolt when you find something you were never supposed to see. He touches Gareth's armor. S-Rank Plate of the Iron Covenant. Unique-grade. Three sets in the whole kingdom. Eight months of hunting for this one. Duplicate. Nothing happens. Then he checks his inventory again. Two chestplates. Identical. Same scratches. Same glow. Same impossible existence. Kian sits there in the blood-soaked corridor, surrounded by corpses who treated him like garbage disposal, holding two pieces of armor that shouldn't exist. The Guild Masters spend fortunes on single artifacts. Wars are fought over Unique-grade items. The Emperor's whole power base? Owning the only copies of certain weapons. And Kian can just... make more. He strips the body. Duplicate. Duplicate. Duplicate. Thirty steel swords. Forty health potions. A ring that boosts strength by 200%. Another ring that does the same thing. Another ring that does the same thing. Gareth's corpse ends up naked. Kian pulls up his status screen. Rank F. Class: Scrap Collector. Wealth: 0 Gold. He laughs. Hollow. Echoes off the walls. Zero gold. Holding more value than half the guilds in the capital combined. The System doesn't know what to do with him. It's got rules. Chains. A whole economy built on scarcity. And he's a bug in its code. A voice echoes from deeper in the dungeon. "Gareth? You get that core yet?" Kian looks at the two chestplates in his hands. Then at the naked corpse at his feet. Grin spreads across his face. Slow. Sharp. Not entirely sane. He tosses one chestplate back on the body. Just to watch them figure that out later. Then he walks toward the exit, inventory bulging with things that shouldn't exist, and starts thinking about how badly he's about to break this world. Let's see how fast this fucking system lags.