The Nihilos: Trash Player Who Rewrote Reality

Raven sat by the window, sunlight cutting across his cheek as he stared at the translucent system panel hovering in the air before him.

It had become routine now — checking stats, reviewing abilities, double-checking sync percentages — but today felt different.

His fingers hovered over one section.

> [User: Raven]

[System: Merged | Nihilos + Divine Core (Hephaestus)]

[Sync Rate: 100.00%]

[Status: Self-Defined Entity]

[Skill List]

— Echo Pulse

— Internal Recursion

— Memory Anchor

— Zero Command

— Class Editor: LOCKED

[Passive Trait: System Sovereignty — Immune to system override, rewrites, or forced classification]

[Active Modifier: Rewrite Window: OPEN (Low Tier Access)]

Despite the clean interface, Raven could feel the chaotic mess hiding beneath. Every number, every line of code — it was all pretending to behave.

But deep down, it remembered the wildness of Nihilos.

A key turned in the front door.

Sol walked in, tossing his ID band on the counter. His usual confident grin played across his face.

"Player test went fine. They bumped me up to A-rank trainee. Guess I'm one dungeon away from full registration."

Raven nodded slowly. "That's good."

Sol raised an eyebrow. "You've been staring at that window for an hour. Something bothering you?"

Raven hesitated. "No. Just thinking."

He closed the panel and leaned back on the couch. The thoughts he'd been holding in finally took shape:

> "I'm thinking of opening a guild."

Sol blinked. "A guild?"

"Yeah," Raven said quietly. "But not for just anyone. For people like me. People with strange classes. Denied skills. Broken systems. Outcasts. Leftovers from the first version of reality."

Sol smirked. "You better start with paperwork then. You know the city requires a license for that."

Raven groaned. "Yeah, I know. Government forms. Registration fee. Background checks."

Sol leaned back and stretched. "It's weird hearing you talk about bureaucracy like a normal person. I half expected you to just glitch a building into existence."

Raven chuckled. "I could. But if I'm going to make something real—something that lasts—it has to follow the world's rules."

He got up and grabbed his bag. "I'll go file the initial request tomorrow. If they approve it, I'll assign myself a quest."

Sol blinked. "Wait. You're giving yourself quests now?"

Raven just smiled. "Yeah. Why not? I've already rewritten what I am. Might as well write what I'll become."

The EvoCore Guild Registration Center was nestled inside the northern wing of their sprawling HQ — a glass-and-metal fortress that once ran servers and research teams… and now, processed paperwork.

Raven walked past confused security guards, motion sensors flickering oddly as he passed. The elevator doors opened before he pressed the button. The system still remembered him, even here.

At the reception desk, the lady smiled like she was trained to. "Name?"

He didn't hesitate.

> "Raven."

The receptionist paused. The air shifted. Her smile twitched. She tapped something beneath the desk. "One moment, sir."

Five minutes later, two armed officials arrived. "You'll be escorted to the Director's floor."

Raven didn't resist. He expected this.

---

The top floor was cold. Not in temperature — in presence.

Walls of glass. A view of the city. And at the center of the room, Kyren Takashi, the man currently serving as EvoCore's Acting Head since the original board was disbanded during the Nihilos Incident.

Kyren was clean-cut, around 40, in a pressed gray suit. His eyes looked like they'd watched too many data feeds and too few sunsets.

"You've been off the radar," Kyren said, not rising from his seat. "Some believed you were dead. Others… believed worse."

Raven stood, hands in pockets. "I'm here to register a guild."

Kyren raised an eyebrow. "No fake names this time? No hidden ID?"

> "No," Raven said calmly. "The guild name will be 'Echo Origin.' Registered under Raven. No aliases."

The silence that followed was heavy.

"You realize putting that name on paper will cause mass speculation."

Raven smirked. "Let them speculate. I'm done hiding."

Kyren studied him. "You've changed."

"You say that like you knew me before."

"I monitored you during the Cleaner protocol," Kyren said softly. "I watched the systems bend around you. And now you're back… applying for paperwork."

Raven took out the filled form, already signed and stamped. "Just need your seal."

Kyren chuckled and pressed his thumb against the terminal. "Welcome to the grid again, Raven."

> [Guild Registration Complete – 'Echo Origin' — Leader: Raven]

A prompt blinked on Raven's internal system.

> [Optional Title Acquired: "The One Who Rewrote" — would you like to display this to players?]

He smiled faintly.

> [No.]

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As he walked out of EvoCore HQ, the city lights flickered just slightly. A bus passed, plastered with ads for dungeon tourism.

Behind him, Kyren watched the surveillance feed and muttered:

> "You should've stayed forgotten…"