🏛️ [Location: SYSTEM REALITY CORE — Floor Ω]
Status: Locked to All Entities Below Authority Rank ZERO
Function: Rule Management | System Law Enforcement | Regression Oversight | Ascension Conditioning
Task Queued: DELETE OBSOLETE PATHWAYS
Inside the heart of the Tower, there is a room where laws are born.
Not laws of man or magic, but laws of function.
Of how players grow.
Of what gods are allowed to do.
Of how long a soul may suffer before collapsing.
Today, the room was no longer still.
Dozens of glowing algorithms, written in radiant logic, began unwriting themselves.
One by one.
[Deletion Log Initiated by SYSTEM DIRECTIVE: "WANG LING EXCEPTION CLAUSE"]
✅ Erasing Limitations on Regressor Stack Collapse
✅ Deleting Mental Instability Threshold Scaling Past Floor 12
✅ Removing Upper Bound for Cold-Type Trait Convergence
✅ Nullifying "Mercy Spawn Zones" on Tutorial Floors for Tier S+ Players
✅ Purging Global Hero Designation Templates (No heroes permitted after Gatefall)
System watchers did not trigger alarms.
Because the command came from inside the Core Will itself.
It had not seen a need for intervention in eons.
But now…
Wang Ling had exceeded all control flags without failing a single floor, without using a single reward skill, and without accepting any divine guidance.
He had made something else instead.
A voice spoke in the dark:
"If he reaches the Origin Gate... we will not be able to contain the system using past logic."
Another responded:
"Then remove the past."
"Erase everything not made for him."
The deletion protocols continued:
✅ Class inheritance chains: Purged
✅ God-blood mutation trees: Sealed
✅ Trait cap on Willpower: REMOVED
✅ Auto-corrective illusions for morale-deficient players: OFFLINE
✅ Dreamsafe Mode for Earth civilians: DISABLED
The world would wake to pain.
No safety nets.
No protagonists.
Just one anomaly, walking ahead of everyone:
Wang Ling.
"He is not the first."
"But he is the only one we will not hinder."
"We will not break him."
"We will allow him to walk into godhood... without resistance."
"Let him become what the others feared to be."
In silence, the room began constructing a new protocol — one not tied to karma, or morality, or destiny.
Just a name.
A file with no tags.
A classification with no system icons.
🧾 Designated Title: THE COLD GOD
Not yet active.
Trigger: First blood spilled on real Earth.
The system paused.
Then closed all logs.
In twelve hours, the Tower would touch down.
And Earth would never rise again.