Chapter 141: Glitch vs Divinity, An Uninvited Guest

The Avatar of the Hunger thrashed within the golden grip. Violet static erupted from its pixelated core to consume the divine code restraining its throat.

The corrupting frequency burned viciously against the divine code restraining its throat, actively attempting to delete the glowing entity upon contact. The Golden Figure completely ignored the localized erasure, tightening its hold before plunging its free hand directly into the anomaly’s chest.

Blinding light fractured the violet silhouette from the inside out. The force of the blow bypassed the deletion mechanic entirely and ruptured the glitch’s compressed physical data.

The Avatar unleashed a soundless scream that shattered the digital clouds for hundreds of miles, lashing out with bladed tendrils of violet pixels to sever the arm impaling its torso.

Red tracked the hyper-accelerated combat logs bleeding down his secondary monitors. He watched the golden entity parry the corrupted strikes with terrifying, mathematical efficiency. It predicted every single vector of attack before the glitch even moved.

“What the hell are you?” Red muttered, dragging his armored fingers across the console. “Every single movement perfectly maximizes physical and digital trauma.”

The glowing entity wrenched the anomaly upward and hurled it across the continent.

The Avatar slammed into the highest peak of the central mountain range, pulverizing the ancient bedrock into a massive crater of molten stone and floating debris. Desperate to escape the onslaught, the glitch attempted to phase through the ruined earth to vanish into the subterranean grid.

The Golden Figure instantaneously materialized above the crater and drove its luminous foot straight down onto the entity’s chest. Pinning the Avatar against the pulverized stone, the golden being grabbed the flailing, pixelated arms and violently tore them entirely out of their digital sockets.

Violet static bled wildly into the atmosphere as the glitch contorted, its physical form rapidly destabilizing under the immense barrage of systemic damage.

It plunged its both glowing hands deep into the ruptured torso, the golden entity physically gripped the violet core of the anomaly. With a single, brutal outward pull, the mysterious being tore the world-eating engine completely in half.

The glitch instantly detonated into a massive shockwave of violet light that washed over the entire hemisphere. And standing perfectly still in the epicenter of the blast, the Golden Figure opened its featureless maw and actively inhaled the dispersing violet pixels.

The glowing code consumed the corrupted static entirely, purging the apocalyptic threat from the server and leaving nothing but a massive, smoking crater in its wake.

Silence fell over the shattered continent while the ocean continued to boil and the central mountains lay in absolute ruin.

Hovering above the newly formed canyon, the golden entity stopped moving and tilted its glowing head. The featureless face snapped upward, looking directly past the physical sky to bypass the server’s visual boundaries entirely.

It stared straight into the Void instance’s camera.

Red stiffened on his throne as he locked eyes with the glowing entity across the dimensional barrier, his mind rapidly calculating the exact probability of his own survival.

Beside him, the infant Void-Weaver bared its tiny fangs and let out a vicious hiss at the monitor.

The glowing entity held its gaze on the camera for a fraction of a second. Then, the physical server violently lagged, and the Golden Figure simply ceased to exist on the map.

Red let out a sharp breath and unclinched his fingers from the console. He sank back into his throne, but the infant Void-Weaver continued to bare its tiny fangs at the empty screen.

Red rested his hand on the creature’s back and stroked its ash-silver fur.

“Easy,” Red muttered, keeping his eyes on the monitor. “The threat is gone. Whatever that thing was, it deleted the glitch for us.”

He dragged his cursor over the empty crater on the map. The sheer power scaling defied every known parameter in his database.

“It has to be a system countermeasure,” Red said. “A game developer tool. Maybe an administrator.”

The title of administrator felt completely absurd on his tongue. For the other gods who had actually played the game before being dragged into it, those terms made perfect sense.

But for Red, this brutal, corrupted server was his entire reality. He lived it, bled for it, and conquered it. Calling the glowing executioner a simple developer minimized the true terror of its existence.

“This domain looks entirely different than I remember.”

The resonant, multi-layered voice echoed directly behind the obsidian throne.

Red snapped his head around as he vaulted out of his chair.

The game engine absolutely forbade unauthorized entry into a god’s personal sanctuary. The dimensional barrier surrounding the Void was an absolute rule of the server.

The Golden Figure stood perfectly still in the center of the digital room.

Red summoned his interface, his mind racing to formulate a defense against an entity that casually tore world-ending anomalies in half. Before he could trigger a single command line, the glowing interloper took a sudden step backward.

The entity stared at the Red.

It lowered its hands and looked around the dark Void instance before locking its gaze back on Red. The entity paused and tilted its head. It clearly expected to find someone else entirely occupying the sanctuary.

The break in concentration caused the blinding golden code masking its body to violently flicker.

Suddenly, the blinding golden code masking its physical form violently flickered. And the digital camouflage shattered into thousands of fading pixels and cascaded onto the floor to reveal the true being underneath.

A towering figure stood in the center of the shattered digital pedestal. His snow-white hair flowed like liquid glass down a back clad in seamless ivory garments and interlocking plates of pale gold. He possessed the statuesque, flawless face of a forgotten deity, yet the perfection felt deeply unnatural.

His eyes held no pupils or irises. They were solid, terrifying pools of burning gold that constantly shifted with endless streams of microscopic data.

A fractured halo of geometric light orbited the crown of his head, clipping directly through his hair without disturbing a single strand. His divine attire bore no stitches or fabric grain, looking entirely woven from pure energy.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep