The Nihilos: Trash Player Who Rewrote Reality

Four years had passed.

The world had finally found rhythm.

And Raven? He had found something dangerously close to peace.

His relationship with EvoCore had stabilized—an uneasy truce. Not built on trust, but on understanding: each could destroy the other. Ava had taken her role as guild manager with razor wit and punctual violence, while Sol helped train newer players and oversaw raids.

And those first four rookies? Now elite. Recognized by name in public. Dungeons bowed to their blades. They weren't kids anymore. They were players.

Raven sat in his guild office, the highest point in the sky tower. Morning sun soaked the glass walls. Coffee in hand. A rare, earned quiet.

Then the news screen broke.

Static.

Then:

> "Broadcast failure. Stand by—"

And then it happened.

The sky cracked. Not physically, but visually. Like someone had written numbers into the atmosphere.

> 23:59:59 23:59:58 23:59:57

Giant digital numbers began counting down—visible to all eyes.

People screamed. Birds scattered. The world paused.

A global message burned into every interface:

> [WARNING: INVASION SEQUENCE DETECTED]

[PROTOCOL UNKNOWN — COMPLIANCE ADVISED]

Raven's cup hit the desk. He was already calling EvoCore.

"Saito. Don't lie. Is this your test?"

> "No," came the answer. Saito sounded genuinely shaken. "This is not from our servers. Something overrode everything. It's not even in a language we use."

"Then whose is it?"

Static.

And then:

> "We think it's... divine in origin."

Raven's eyes narrowed. Before he could speak, pain surged through his chest.

His screen exploded open:

> [NIHILOS ALERT: Real-world Systems Intercepted]

[A NEW SYSTEM IS BREACHING REALITY]

[Source: Celestial Unknowns]

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Meanwhile, in a realm outside time...

Massive forgotten thrones stood under silent stars. Cobwebbed symbols glowed again. And slowly, the First Ones rose.

Not Zeus.

Not Hephaestus.

Not Hanuman.

But forgotten gods. Sealed gods.

> Sobek, the Crocodile Lord of primal balance.

Izanami, the Queen of Death who birthed darkness.

Surtr, the giant who once held flame enough to end realms.

Each turned toward Earth. Toward Raven.

Sobek licked his teeth.

Izanami opened a thousand dead eyes.

Surtr cracked his knuckles—and ash fell from the cracks of his realm.

Then, one voice—ancient and layered—spoke in a forgotten tongue:

> "The game is no longer theirs. The gods now play."