[System Notification: Warning!]
[The World Eater (Rank SSS) has initiated the 'End of Days' protocol.]
[Current Survival Probability: 0.0001%]
The sky was bleeding.
In the center of the ruined capital, a creature the size of a mountain roared, its breath turning entire battalions of Royal Knights into ash. The "Heroes" of the four nations were on their knees, their legendary weapons shattered, their "infinite" mana pools drained to zero.
"It's over," Marcus Hale gasped, coughing up blood as he leaned on his broken claymore. "The System... it wasn't enough."
But then, a single figure walked past the fallen heroes.
He wasn't wearing golden armor. He didn't have a divine blessing. He was dressed in a simple, pitch-black cloak that seemed to swallow the light of the apocalypse.
Ren stopped ten paces from the god-like monster. He didn't draw a sword. He didn't chant a spell. He simply opened a screen that no one else could see.
[Current Balance: 999,999,999,999 Yen]
"The System says you're invincible," Ren whispered, his voice cold and calm. "But the System has a price tag."
He tapped the screen.
[Transaction Initiated.]
[Spending 100,000,000,000 Yen.]
[Purchasing: 100,000,000 Points in Strength.]
[WARNING: STAT OVERFLOW DETECTED.]
[THE GLITCH HAS BEEN ACTIVATED.]
The air around Ren shattered like glass. The pressure coming off his body was so intense that the World Eater actually took a step back in fear.
Ren looked up, his eyes glowing with a terrifying, golden light.
"I don't care about your levels," Ren said, his hand closing into a fist. "I just bought your life."
But I wasn't always the man who owned the world.
Once, I was the boy who had nothing.
The boy without an interface.
The freeloader.
It all started with a glitch...