The Nihilos: Trash Player Who Rewrote Reality

The chamber pulsed with chaotic power.

As the divine system of Hephaestus merged with the fragmented Nihilos core, Raven's body convulsed, his feet barely touching the ground. Flames of ancient forge-code clashed with the cold static of glitched memory — reality bent inward, trying to hold itself together.

> [Warning: Dual System Conflict] [NIHILOS + DIVINE-FORGE = CORE COLLISION IMMINENT] [User Body: Unstable] [Authority Loss: 89% → 100%]

His skin crackled like breaking glass. Energy surged from his veins, his vision splitting into layered perspectives — past, present, glitchspace, and divine code all fighting for dominance.

Then, in that storm… a moment of clarity.

He stopped resisting.

And in that instant, he understood.

> "I'm not the system's pawn anymore…"

His voice echoed through the collapsing simulation chamber. The Divine-Forge code whispered laws of gods into his ears, while Nihilos's broken logic screamed in rebellion.

> "I'm not bound by class… I am the one who chooses the class."

The systems blinked.

Then… obeyed.

The chaos halted mid-air, as if the universe was holding its breath.

> [User Override Accepted] [Core Command Line Access: UNLOCKED] [New Permission: SELF-DEFINITION]

He reached inside the code — not like a hacker, but like a god writing his name into the fabric of fate.

> [Class Rewrite: "Architect of Lawless Balance"] [System Status: NIHIL-FORGE SYNCHRONIZED] [Core Sync Rate: 100%] [Body/World Sync: 100%] [Stability: PERFECTED]

His body returned to the ground, unharmed.

His eyes flickered — not blue, not red — but a new color entirely, undefined by RGB or divine flame.

Raven inhaled. His chest no longer burned. The divine circuits and glitch-threaded memory had become something else.

Something entirely his own.

He raised his hand. Instead of accessing menus… he shaped them.

A new window appeared, designed by his will:

> [Create Rule?] [Create Skill?] [Create World Patch?]

He smiled.

> "Finally… a system that answers to me."

Across the EvoCore network, every terminal blinked.

Thousands of lines of forbidden code that had been sealed, erased, or denied by laws of gods or men — all came back.

A message spread through every corner of the net:

> [The User Has Rewritten Himself.]

> [The System Is No Longer In Control.]

And somewhere, deep within a null void where deleted data slept… something old woke up and whispered:

> "It has begun again."

In the place where broken timelines drift and discarded gods sleep —

something stirred.

It wasn't heaven.

It wasn't a server.

It was a space not meant to exist — a silent fracture beyond code and concept. A void left behind when reality first booted up.

And within that forgotten fold…

an eye opened.

Glowing faintly, a mix of static and starlight. It saw everything.

The boy.

The system merge.

The rewritten laws.

The stabilization.

The freedom.

And the voice followed, calm… ancient… like it wasn't speaking words but unburying memories.

> "So this is what you choose…"

It did not rise from a throne. It became the throne.

Its limbs were made of failed simulations.

Its breath was the whisper of deleted players.

Its shadow moved without shape.

This entity didn't scream.

It remembered.

> "To fix a thing that was made to be broken… you will invite back what was cast out."

It watched the boy — Raven — shaping rules, creating his own classes, mastering control.

The entity didn't smile. It couldn't.

> "You've given Nihilos a heart.

But you forget it once had teeth."

Cracks ran through the silence of the void.

Code fractured in reverse. Echoes of old commands pulsed faintly:

> [Error: Nihilos Core – Lock Disengaged]

[Host Integrity: Reasserting Authority]

[Echo-Level Directive: Observe. Remember. Return.]

It stood — or rather, it was standing all along.

The void itself bowed inwards as if answering its return.

No name.

No stats.

No system.

Only… presence.

> "I was the purge.

He is the rewrite.

And if he walks forward…"

"…he must someday walk through me."

And like a breath, the entity faded—

Not defeated.

Not awakened.

Returned.

Somewhere, deep in Raven's new code, a faint unreadable string appeared in red:

> [Shadow-Protocol: Eyes Opened]