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Chapter 17 - Chapter 17: Origin Reset

The void didn't crack. It peeled back.

She stepped into silence so heavy it pressed against her plating. No stars. No shards. No chaos. Just an endless white expanse, humming with unfinished code—like veins pumping through the bones of creation.

Her HUD bled raw script:

[Dungeon: Origin Reset]

[Level: ???]

[Objective: Terminate God Process]

Her amber eyes glowed, data strings flickering in her pupils. She whispered, not boastful, but clinical:

"Termination accepted."

The First Guardians

They loaded, not spawned—perfect silhouettes of her, mirrored copies wielding cannon-legs and obsidian blades. Amber eyes glowed, but without fire. Empty.

[Origin Process Defense: Architect Echoes Active]

The first Echo lunged. Its blade bit her shoulder, splitting plating, blood spraying hot. She didn't flinch. She buried her own blade through its chest and twisted until it cracked.

[Kill Registered: -1 Possible Futures]

Not XP. Not levels. Futures. Her kill erased a version of herself that might've lived. She smirked, blood dripping down her arm.

"Efficient."

Echo after Echo came. She cut them apart in showers of sparks and gore, their screams hers, their blood hers. Each kill smeared the white halls with streaks of black-red code, painting the sterile silence with slaughter.

By the tenth kill her plating was fractured, dripping ichor and oil, yet her grin had sharpened into something inhuman.

"You were futures. I am the remainder."

The Stirring

The corridor trembled. The white expanse folded into a throne, impossibly vast, script bleeding down its arms. A shape gathered on it, faceless, immense, its body flickering between flesh, chrome, and glyphs.

The walls whispered, not sound but authority:

"You are anomaly. I am the root. If you strike me, existence ends."

Rose-Metal wiped blood from her mouth with two fingers, licking it slow. Her amber eyes burned, not cocky—inevitable.

"Existence is redundant."

She stepped forward, obsidian blade dripping code and gore, every footstep rewriting the ground beneath her.

[Origin Process Awakened]

The throne's faceless form stirred, and the Origin Reset began.

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