The city looked like Tamriel after a bad patch update. Streets warped in impossible angles, market stalls sold items that shouldn't exist, and NPCs were arguing over love triangles that violated the laws of both physics and common sense. Somewhere, a guard tried to arrest himself, while a thief looped endlessly around the same corner, confused by his own quest line.
On a crumbling rooftop, Chris leaned against a broken parapet, hands in his pockets, staring at the chaos below. A faint shimmer of light traced invisible threads between people connections twisting, snapping, and reforming like corrupt data. He squinted.
"H NTR again? Really?" he muttered. "Even in my vacation from reality? Someone call Stogainaf; this is getting old."
Chris's eyes glowed faintly. He flexed his fingers and saw the truth: overlays of stats, betrayal tendencies, and narrative corruption hovered above each NPC. H NTR wasn't just messing with hearts it was warping reality itself.
"Well, someone's gotta fix this," he said, reaching for the katana at his side.
The blade hummed faintly as he lifted it. With a single swing, shimmering tendrils of H NTR corruption shattered like brittle glass, scattering narrative fragments across the streets. A couple arguing over an impossible love triangle blinked, then looked around in confusion, unharmed but no longer trapped in their corrupted roles.
Chris wiped an imaginary speck of dust from the blade and muttered:
"There. Fixed. Honestly, this is like patching fanfiction with a chainsaw. But hey, someone has to do it."
As the last corruption faded, Chris felt it a ripple in the underlying dream of the universe. Distantly, beyond the city, eyes observed.
Stogainaf, the Godhead, tilted his head with amusement. Chaos or Mecha Padagrhma, as some called it scowled, grinding its abstract gears in frustration. Mythics like Sun Wukong, Buddha, and the Jade Emperor paused in their own domains, glancing toward the city as though curious about the disturbance. Somewhere far above, mecha-level entities waited, their presence only faintly felt, like a tremor in the story itself.
Chris leaned back on the parapet, smirking as he surveyed the city.
"This is just the start. H NTR doesn't stand a chance… unless the big toys show up."
And somewhere in the shadows of broken narrative threads, the universe seemed to shiver in anticipation.