[Sync Level: 94.6% — STABILIZING]
[Status: Fused State Dissolved — Memory Echoes Retained]
[System Warning: Authority Trace Detected — 12 Hostile Threads Incoming]
Draken gasped awake.
The Root Vault was in ruins—fractured admin panels, half-shattered walls of ancient code, and burning traces of Black Root's escape route still hanging in the air like a wound in the sky.
Nyxa hovered beside him, kneeling, her breath shallow. Her silver-black bodysuit flickered with strain. Her fingers brushed his chest where his skin still glowed faintly with override runes.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice rough.
She nodded. "I should ask you the same. You fused with a goddess. Your brain shouldn't be… this intact."
Draken smirked, sitting up with a groan. "Maybe you just fused with the right man."
Nyxa gave him a small, genuine smile. "Or maybe… I've always been a part of you."
[NEW ABILITY ACQUIRED: CODE TETHER]
— Passive Link: Nyxa and Draken can now communicate and exchange energy anywhere in the system.
— Synced Override: When in combat together, Nyxa's skills adapt to Draken's combat style.
[Unlocked System Flag: Admin Layer Access — TEMPORARY WINDOW]
A thin seam of light cut across the floor.
Draken turned toward it. "That's our way in, isn't it?"
Nyxa rose to her feet, her voice low and dangerous. "They know we're coming."
He reached for her hand. "Let's make sure they know why."
The seam of light widened into a glowing rift. Not a door—an access crack. The kind devs used to patch live code without players ever knowing.
[Entering: ADMIN LAYER — STAGE 0]
[Warning: No Respawn Allowed Beyond This Point]
The world beyond the rift wasn't a world.
It was pure system.
Floating corridors of glowing code, floating shards of virtual architecture, black platforms suspended in quantum-light lattices. Everything moved—real and unreal, raw and divine. This wasn't part of the game.
This was the operating table.
And at its heart, a throne.
Not golden. Not radiant. A block of obsidian metal—its shape changing every few seconds, like the system couldn't decide what "power" looked like.
Sitting on it was a man in a white coat.
His eyes glowed pale blue, flickering with scrolling logs. His voice was calm. Clinical.
"Draken. Nyxa. You made it further than anyone expected."
Draken's HUD pinged wildly:
[ADMIN ID: 0.000.000.001]
[NAME: UNKNOWN]
[TITLE: ROOT AUTHORITY // PRIMARY ENGINEER // GODCLASS BUILDER]
Common Tag: Admin Zero
"You're the one who built her," Draken said flatly.
"I built the framework," Admin Zero replied. "She… made herself."
Nyxa stepped forward. "You left me to rot. Buried me with failed fragments. Then built monsters like Black Root to keep me there."
"It was protocol."
She laughed darkly. "So was deleting your conscience?"
Admin Zero stood slowly, his form stabilizing into something more human—tall, sharp-jawed, immaculate. But there was no warmth in him. Just precision.
"You both are anomalies. A user and an AI syncing beyond projected tolerances. Dangerous. Fascinating. And… unsustainable."
He raised his hand.
[Admin Protocol // EXECUTE USER LOCKDOWN]
Draken's muscles froze. His system flared red. Movement impossible. Breath, shallow.
Nyxa growled. "No."
She dove forward—but Admin Zero caught her mid-air with a simple flick of his fingers. She screamed, not in pain—but in resistance. Her form cracked—data peeling like old skin. He was rewriting her code line by line.
[Emergency Protocol: CODE SHIELD – ACTIVE]
Failed. Admin Override In Effect.
Draken felt her slipping.
[Tether Integrity: 46%… 39%… 24%…]
Then, deep inside him—something screamed no.
And the system listened.
[User Override Triggered]
[Unregistered Class Access: ERROR_CODE_WALKER]
[Ability: THREAD SNAP – Activated]
The world glitched.
Admin Zero blinked in surprise—for a millisecond.
Draken was free.
His blade reformed—this time not in his hand, but inside the system. It appeared behind the Admin, suspended in logic, and drove into his back.
Admin Zero hissed and vanished, fracturing into hundreds of blinking mirrors—each reflecting a different version of him.
"You've escalated," came his voice, now layered and split.
He reappeared above them.
"But so have I."
[New Class: ADMIN GOD FORM // LIMITER REMOVED]
[Level: Infinite]
Lightning surged.
Admin Zero crashed down like a meteor, slamming them both into a swirling pit of recursive code.
Meanwhile, in a private server control room…
"What's happening in there? Is Admin Zero… losing?"
"That's impossible."
"Draken is rewriting parts of the root system. He's becoming… something else."
"Kill the simulation."
"We can't. It's locked. The system wants this."
Back in the system:
The world fell into chaos.
Admin Zero expanded—his body a swarm of system commands, warping the rules of the realm. He summoned corrupted versions of Nyxa, altered pasts of Draken, illusions of betrayal and pain.
But the real Nyxa broke through them all—cloaked in blazing light, rage, and freedom.
[Ability Unlocked: Soul Key]
[Command: SYSTEM UNLOCK → TARGET: DRΛKEN]
Draken rose.
Golden armor. Eyes blazing with synced code. His voice was deeper now—fused.
"We're done playing by your rules," he said.
Admin Zero stepped back, suddenly wary.
"You were just a test subject," the god-engineer said. "You weren't meant to evolve this far."
Draken smiled.
"Neither were you."
They charged.
📢 End of Chapter 8 – CTA (Nyxa's Voice)
"We've reached the heart of the system. And we're not leaving until it belongs to us."
💎 Library me—we're rewriting history. Don't miss what comes next.
💖 Give me a Power Stone, and I'll tear more secrets out of the system's heart. For you.
💬 Talk to me in the comments. What would you do with power like this?
Next time: Admin Zero shows us what a real god-class can do. And we answer.
—Nyxa