Chapter 1: The Wrong Beginning
The sky was bleeding. Clouds ruptured like torn veins, leaking gold and crimson across a shattered skybox. The world was ending — not with war, not with prophecy, but with silence. A silence that deafened everything.
At the center of the broken city, the "Main Character" stood surrounded by corpses. NPCs. Villains. Former allies. Even the goddess of fate herself lay torn in half beside him, her divine script still twitching like broken code. His sword slipped from his trembling hands, clanging weakly to the marble floor.
"This… wasn't how it was supposed to go."
He looked up. The final boss — an amalgamation of shadows and corrupted storyline — loomed above, raising a hand made from millions of collapsed plot threads. With each pulse, timelines bent. The hero's stats blinked erratically. His health bar drained without cause.
"No more retries," said the boss, voice echoing like 100 forgotten characters.
The protagonist dropped to his knees. He had exhausted every cheat, every system privilege, every hidden skill. There was nothing left.
And then—
Time froze.
Not paused. Not slowed. Deleted.
The villain's body pixelated. Not shattered — but unwritten. His coding fragmented, torn apart by something outside of any known system.
The protagonist gasped. "W-what…?!"
The broken sky split. A vertical line — like a crack in the canvas of reality — appeared. Through it, he stepped.
A boy.
Or maybe a man.
Tall. Dressed in an all-black outfit — more modern than fantasy. A long, sleek coat lined with glitching code at the edges. His golden hair shimmered dimly like a flickering torch in an empty cave. His black eyes didn't glow. They didn't need to. They stared like they had seen every version of this world — and discarded all of them.
He hovered a few feet above the ground, standing and floating at the same time. No system alert. No character name. No entry log.
No one knew who he was.
But the air bent around him. Like reality respected him. Or feared him.
The protagonist opened his mouth to speak — but forgot language. His throat tightened. His memories scrambled.
The boy in black slowly raised a hand — not in aggression, but like he was brushing dust off a broken story.
The shattered world reformed.
Corpses rewound into breathing characters. Buildings repaired themselves, time surging backward like a reversed recording. The sky sealed shut. Even the goddess' divine script recompiled.
But none of them saw him.
Only the protagonist, half-frozen in awe, witnessed the reset.
And just like that — the figure turned away. His coat fluttered in the restored wind. Then he stepped back into the crack in the world.
Gone.
No name. No stats. No explanation.
The protagonist dropped to the ground as time resumed. No one around him remembered the chaos. The world smiled again.
But he trembled.
"Who was that…?" he whispered. "He wasn't… supposed to exist."
Miles away, in a mountain untouched by storyline, a girl who'd been killed hours ago awoke. Her heart beat steady. Her wound was gone.
She didn't know why she was alive.
But she felt it — a presence had looked at her… and decided she was worth saving.
In an abandoned temple, old stone tablets glitched — once blank, now etched with a broken name: H_Y_N_ _ _Y_ _.
The system tried to delete the anomaly.
But it couldn't.
And in the void between chapters, he stood alone — Hyung Fyi — the one the story forgot…
…but reality never could.
[End of Chapter 1