The Nihilos: Trash Player Who Rewrote Reality

Raven stood at the dungeon entrance, arms crossed, eyes narrowed as the wind howled through the stone archway. Behind him, his newly formed guild members adjusted their gear, nervous but eager.

This was their first real training expedition.

"Listen carefully," Raven said, voice calm but firm. "This isn't a playground. Dungeons change. They learn. And they kill."

One recruit chuckled nervously. "But this is a beginner-type dungeon, right?"

Raven shot him a look so sharp it could've sliced through armor. "Monsters don't read your rank before they gut you."

Silence followed.

Sol leaned against the wall nearby, arms folded, watching quietly. His expression unreadable.

Raven led them in. The dungeon was an old forest ruin—dark vines twisted across broken pathways, and moss-covered statues whispered old code in forgotten languages.

> [Dungeon Type: Adaptive Labyrinth] [Monster Behavior – Evolving]

The recruits didn't notice the message. Raven did.

Halfway through the trek, he suddenly halted.

"Formation broken," he snapped. "You four. You're walking too close. You—Toma—your right side's exposed. You'd be dead."

"But—"

"Dead," Raven repeated.

Toma lowered his head. The rest adjusted quickly.

They reached the second sector. The monsters attacked—not many, just malformed goblins with twitching movements. The recruits fought well, but their panic showed. One screamed when a goblin leaped from a wall, only to be saved by Sol's quick blade.

Raven didn't move. He only watched.

After the battle, the group rested.

Sol approached Raven, voice low. "You're pushing them hard."

"They think they're here to play warrior," Raven replied. "The world won't hold back. Neither will I."

Then he added quietly, "Especially now."

Sol glanced at him. "Still hearing it?"

Raven's eyes narrowed. The system static still buzzed faintly in his mind. Every time he blinked, the dungeon's edges looked… off. Like reality hadn't loaded properly.

He didn't say anything.

Not yet.

---

As the group prepared to leave, one of the recruits found something lodged behind a broken pillar — a stone tablet with glowing text.

> [Unknown System Fragment Detected – Authority Class Locked]

Raven stared at it. The text was in Nihilos code. But he'd never seen this signature.

He walked away without a word.

Later that night, while the others celebrated in town, Raven sat alone in the guild office. He pulled up the data log.

There, buried deep, was a single system whisper:

> "You are not the only one writing rules anymore."

He froze.

The light flickered overhead.

The message wouldn't leave his screen.

> "You are not the only one writing rules anymore."

Raven stared at it, expression blank, heart anything but calm. His fingers hovered over the console, unsure whether to close the message or trace its source.

> [Authority Ping Trace: FAILED] [Signal Origin: NULL-LOC]

"Null-Location…?" he muttered. "That's not even real space."

He pulled up his Authority tab. The functions were all there—rule crafting, class editing, system-layer syncing. Nothing was missing. Nothing had been altered. But something else was writing—maybe not into his system, but parallel to it.

And that meant only one thing:

Someone else had unlocked Authority.

---

By morning, Raven was gone from the guild building.

No note. No announcement.

Sol found his chair still warm and the window open.

"Where the hell did you go this time…?" Sol muttered.

Raven's path took him to a forgotten zone — The Obsidian Nest — a place not registered in any modern dungeon index, half-erased by patch updates. He had discovered it once in Nihilos's unstable phase but never entered.

Today, it pulled at him.

When he stepped in, the air rippled. A strange resistance pushed against his steps. The floor was made of code more than stone.

In the center stood a reflection.

Not a person.

Not a mirror.

A silhouette. Just like him.

> "Late, aren't you?" it said.

Raven didn't draw his blade.

"Who are you?"

The figure tilted its head. "Someone else they forgot to delete."

> [System Signature Match: 67.4% – Authority User Detected]

"You're like me," Raven muttered. "Nihilos?"

The figure shook its head. "No. Something… older. Something purer."

It stepped forward, and the system glitched.

> [ERROR: Rule Conflict Detected] [Authority Interference – Temporary Lockdown]

The ground beneath cracked. Static rained like sparks.

"Why show yourself now?" Raven asked.

The figure's voice went colder. "Because only one of us gets to decide the world's rules."

Then it vanished—without a trace.

The system flickered again.

> [A New Authority Has Been Registered] [Warning: Rules are now... contested.]

---

Back at the guild, Sol stood by the window, looking at the horizon.

In the far distance, a streak of light fell from the sky and disappeared behind the clouds.

Something was coming.

And Raven wasn't the only one writing fate anymore.