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Oblivion Protocol

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You wake up in a world that remembers you... but you’ve never been here before. No login. No interface. No instructions. Just one message etched into your skin: Protocol Initialized: Oblivion Has Chosen You. In a realm where reality functions like a game—but no one knows the rules—one boy awakens with a power no system can track, and a name that was erased from time itself. He doesn’t level up. He rewrites the world. But every rewrite comes at a cost. As hidden forces begin to hunt anomalies like him, secrets buried before the first quest was ever created begin to surface... When the game forgets its creator, who controls the end? Welcome to a world that plays you.
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Chapter 1 - The Game That Shouldn't Exist

Chapter 1: The Game That Shouldn't Exist

> "The first rule was never written. That's why no one survives it."

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The sky was black—not night, not clouded—just black.

Like someone forgot to load the world.

A boy stood at the edge of a crumbling platform, suspended in mid-air, above an endless void.

No HUD. No status bar. No welcome message.

Just silence.

Then—

A sound, like a mechanical whisper, echoed from nowhere:

> [Protocol Initialized.]

> [You are not supposed to be here.]

The boy opened his eyes.

He didn't remember falling asleep.

He didn't remember anything—

Not his name. Not his past.

But his instincts told him something simple and absolute:

> This world was artificial.

But he was not.

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Beneath his feet, symbols pulsed faintly across the stone—circuits shaped like runes. The structure he stood on trembled, then began to break apart.

He jumped. Not by choice, but by instinct.

Mid-air, gravity shifted.

He didn't fall.

Instead, the world rotated—literally.

The sky became floor. The void became horizon.

And he landed on… grass?

A glitch in logic, not texture.

He stood now in a forest that shimmered like broken glass—trees that blinked in and out of frame, leaves rendered with missing pixels.

> [Welcome to Layer 0.]

> [Warning: Subject has no registered identity.]

> [Assigning temporary designation...]

Letters formed across his forearm in glowing red:

> ❝Name: Kairo.❞

He stared at the name.

It didn't feel like his.

But it answered something inside him.

Behind him, a loud crash. He turned.

A creature burst through the trees—part data, part beast. Its face glitched between a lion and something insectoid. It lunged.

Kairo moved before thinking.

Not fast—perfect. Like his body remembered something his mind had lost.

In his hand, a weapon appeared.

He didn't summon it. It just... formed.

A blade made of code.

And with one clean motion, the creature vanished—fragmenting into white dust.

He didn't level up.

There was no XP.

But something deeper changed. A notification—just one.

> [You are not a player.]

[You are the rewrite.]

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Kairo stood alone in a world that shouldn't exist, holding a weapon the system couldn't trace, wearing a name that never belonged to him.

And somewhere in the broken sky above, something ancient whispered:

> "Oblivion has chosen you."

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🌀 Interactive Echo:

> What would you do if the world treated you like a bug in its system?

Drop a comment with what you would rewrite first.