> "Hey, he's still alive."
"Interesting."
"Change gravity. I want to see him crawl."
I see nothing.
But I hear them.
Everywhere.
Voices—eternal, amused, cruel.
Like children poking ants with sticks, lifting a butterfly's wings just to tear them off slowly.
My name used to be Kai.
Now, that doesn't matter.
Because I'm no longer a man.
I'm a match.
A round. A trial.
A character on the board of their divine entertainment.
And the most horrifying part?
They're having fun.
> "Make him relive the execution."
"Reverse it this time. Let him watch the child die first."
"Oh, nice! Brutal. Favorited."
Reality changes every day.
One hour it rains ash, the next, words shatter midair like glass.
Once, I saw a mother give birth to a snake.
And me?
I'm the only one who remembers.
Every loop. Every patch. Every new rule they slam onto our world like kids modding a broken game.
But something went wrong.
I'm not like the others.
The first glitch was small: a choice.
I was supposed to kill.
I smiled instead.
The second glitch was worse: a death.
They tore me to pieces.
I… came back.
Since that day, they watch me.
Like you'd stare at a crack in perfect glass.
> "He wasn't supposed to do that."
"His code is mutating."
"I like him."
Each God has a face.
One is made of pixels that dissolve in the wind.
Another looks like a giant infant with a hundred eyes and a teenager's voice.
One writes its commands in blood, using its own tongue as a pen.
I see them. And now… they see me.
And they've decided something.
> "Let's make the toy... the protagonist."
That was the moment the real game began.
I don't know what's real anymore.
I don't know who I am.
I don't know how many worlds I've lived through, or how many are left.
But I know one thing:
I'll bore them to death.
I'll make them regret the day they chose me.
And when they lose—
They'll beg to be erased.
Like they erased us.
Welcome to the Game of Gods.
I'm the Bug. And this is my revenge.