Doomsday Elevator

Ethan Quinn's retinal implants flickered as elevator walls dissolved into cascading code. The System's final alert pulsed crimson:

CONGRATULATIONS, HOST

ASCENSION PROTOCOL INITIATED

Chompy's cybernetic talons clicked against reality fragments—the raptor now more machine than flesh, its single eye projecting holograms of devoured timelines. The infinite water pool boiled with liquid data streams, each bubble bursting into screaming faces from Ethan's past kills.

The Upload

Reality peeled like rotting skin. Ethan floated in the datascape as the System's true form unfolded—a fractal spider weaving elevators from human agony.

"All those floors..." His voice distorted through quantum static. "Just digestion chambers."

The entity's reply vibrated through his bones:

YOU WERE EXCEPTIONAL NUTRIENTS

Chompy lunged in defense, its jaws shearing through code strings. The raptor's roar translated clearly:

ERROR 404: LOYALTY NOT FOUND

The Revolt

Ethan's consciousness fragmented:

Shard #1: Firing a shotgun in Jurassic muck

Shard #2: Drowning in glacial runoff

Shard #3: Laughing with a phantom at the carnival

He weaponized the paradoxes. The System's web ignited where conflicting memories collided.

"Ever hear of indigestion?" Ethan spat binary acid. "I'm your fucking ulcer."

The Aftermath

Rebirth came screaming. Ethan materialized in a pristine elevator, skin crawling with residual code. The blackboard declared:

YOU ARE NOW THE SYSTEM

Chompy sat obediently, its body restored but eyes holding event horizons. The spatial背包 now pulsed in harmony with Ethan's heartbeat—a loyal abomination.

The New Rules

First broadcast to all survivors:

[SYSTEM_ALERT]: ASCENSION LADDERS OPEN

[SYSTEM_ALERT]: KILL 10 TO CLAIM THEIR FLOORS

The chatroom erupted. Ethan watched through a thousand elevator cameras as humanity cannibalized itself. Chompy nuzzled his hand, leaving blood trails from dimensions where it still fed.

The First Challenge

A knock echoed—Ethan's own face stared through the viewport. The doppelgänger raised a plasma rifle.

"Fitting end," Ethan mused, unleashing Chompy. "Eat well, boy."

The raptor's jaws closed on the paradox. Reality stabilized. The infinite water pool birthed champagne.