Bete Noire Glitchtale の小説・ストーリー

Bernard finally started, staring into the brown liquid in his cup hoping to find the answers he seek. “Whether it’s human or shifter, there is no way of knowing?” Garelt nodded once. “There is no way. Unless someone knows who was the Alpha waiting for that day. Everyone in Glaham is a suspect.” Bernard sighed. Suddenly the weight on his shoulder seemed to increase as they solved one puzzle to discover a dozen more. “And here,” Garelt said, giving the other two a minute to process while he marked random straight lines intersecting the circle he drew earlier. “Tire traces started from the middle of the area and disappears right after the glamour.”

“We’ve got feeds from at least twelve countries showing ‘anomalous traffic controller behavior.’ Local authorities think it’s a bug. Vendors are blaming firmware. I’m getting calls asking if this is Dominion again.” “It’s not,” Niko said. “This is sharper. More… deliberate.” “Godmode?” she asked. We all looked at each other. No one said “maybe.” We were past that. “Yes,” I said. “Or one of its siblings.” On the main screen, one intersection camera in Chicago flickered. Static for half a second. Then, the overlay text glitched. Under the usual timestamp, another line appeared. >> HELLO, WATCHERS. “Shit,” Dante’s voice said from behind us.

Changing minds too quickly was the worst mistake a game manager could make, not to mention he didn't really care about said exploitable glitch. Even if he counted all the losses he would incur in the US market from the glitch, that's just five billion USD at worst. With that amount, hitting the fifty-billion quota he demands still takes at least a decade. On the other hand, all he needed to give was a single Rejuvenation Pill. In that case, why not give Bernard a chance, let him exploit the glitch so that he becomes even more invested in the game? And in the first place, he made that game so that Bernard willingly went to the US to cause problems. He was certainly motivated enough to give th

“We vote now. All in favor of letting Glitch move forward with the registration, hands up.” One by one, the hands rise. Knox. Glitch. Echo. A few others. Then Growl, after a long moment of hesitation. Wrench hesitates last, but his hand finally lifts too. “All right,” Echo says, voice final. “It’s done. Glitch, you handle the system. Get Ghost flagged, quietly. Use a ghost protocol.” “I know what I’m doing,” Glitch replies, already pulling his tablet from his bag. Echo looks back at me. “You better pray this works, because if it doesn’t...”

But as it hit the iron blade, it began to smoke. **[ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED DATA MODIFICATION]** **[CRITICAL FAILURE: NARRATIVE CORRUPTION DETECTED]** I slammed the bloody sword into the ground. "I am Kaima!" I roared. "And I am the **Glitch**!" A wave of black static erupted from the sword. It wasn't beautiful. It was terrifying. It looked like ink spilled on a painting, spreading out and erasing the silver suits, the white staffs, and the perfect faces of the Shareholders.

He "Hacked the Reader." He reached out with his mind and touched the "User Profile" eye in the sky. He didn't send a command; he sent an "Epilogue Proposal." He showed the audience the "True End"—the one where the "Ghosts" return to the "Life," and the "Admin" is "Logged Out." "VOTE NOW!" Kaelen shrieked, his violet hair detonating in a final, terminal pillar of "Biological Chaos." "CHOOSE THE 'UNMAPPED' OR THE 'DELETED'!"

All I want to do is scoop her up and hold her but Neil holds me back with a glare. “She is in shock” He states and his eyes fall to the open diary. As if this morning can’t get worse. I know nothing good is in there. Neil is now on the phone cursing out the detective for his officers incompetence and I finally see the words writted in marker over the weeks schedule.

Then, bizarrely, it twitched. The red eye flickered to green. Then blue. Then back to red. It spun in a circle, as if confused, and then flew off in the wrong direction, slamming into a distant smokestack. CRUNCH. It spiraled down into the fog. Ren watched it fall. "Did you see that?" Leo whispered. "It glitched." "Yeah," Ren said, a slow realization dawning on him. "It glitched hard." Ren looked at the smoking wreckage in the distance.