Novel & Cerita Glitches In The System

"Let's finish this." He jumped down from the platform, landing on the ledge between Jack and the exit. Jack stood up. He was cornered. Hurt. Out of tricks. But he was smiling. "You know," Jack said, raising his left hand. "You're right. I am a glitch." He grabbed the Entropy glove and ripped it off completely. He threw it into the water. "And glitches," Jack said as the runes on his arm began to glow with a blinding, unstable light, "tend to crash the system."

It was warm and tingling, moving slowly upward A chill spread through my body as I realized it wasn’t a mistake. It was someone’s leg, a foot sliding up from my ankle to my thigh. My eyes widened slightly, but I didn’t move. I glanced at Adam, He was focused on his food. with his expression unreadable. Could it be him? I bit down a gasp, trying not to react. Maybe I was imagining things, but then the touch came again. This time, it was more deliberate and slow.

Until a sudden thunderous shout cut through her whirling senses, shattering the dreamlike trance. "Blast you, son of a bitch!!!"

“I would never do that, Reid. I would never embarrass you or your family on purpose.” Reid straightened. “No one thinks that.” “But they did,” Natalie insisted. “My friends heard it. Didn’t you?” Her friends nodded awkwardly. “Well… people were talking,” one of them admitted. “It was kind of… loud.” Margaret inhaled sharply. “Unacceptable.” James finally spoke, tone light but edged. “If it helps, system-wide glitches do happen. Especially when accounts are being… reorganized.” Reid shot him a warning look.

I said. “Yes.” The feed zoomed closer. One of the operators hesitated. Entered the wrong command. A delay. A miscalculation. The system spiked. The room inside the feed erupted into chaos. “They’re under stress,” I snapped. “That’s not failure—that’s reality.” “It is inefficient.” “It’s human.” “It is unacceptable.” The feed froze for a moment— Then split. Multiple locations appeared. Different nodes. Different operators. Different failures. Small. Isolated. But visible.

Then they dissolve. “ADMINISTRATIVE INACTIVE STATUS — TEMPORARY HOLD.” A pause. Then another shift, faster this time. “UNCLASSIFIABLE IDENTITY FRACTURE — AUTHORITY DISPUTE DETECTED.” The three versions don’t replace each other. They stack. Overlap. Fight for space on the same line until the screen starts flickering like it can’t decide which reality to obey. Someone behind me mutters, “This is system lag. Just lag.” I don’t turn around.

The corruption then had looked like this: not a roaring blaze, but mold in the invisible places—between roots, under bark, in the gaps no one paid attention to until whole trunks began to crack. “It’s been nibbling at us since the binding,” I said. My voice stayed calm because panicking never helped plants, and it wouldn’t help people either. “At first, just enough to take the edge off our unity. Make it harder for us to hear each other clearly. Then more, once it realized how much we’d… opened.” Ronan made a low sound. Not words, exactly. Just frustration crystallized into noise. “Is that what hit the outer forest last week?” he asked. “The blight we thought was backlash from the Veil repai

Interest. Real interest. “There it is,” he murmured. Her stomach tightened harder. “What?” His eyes darkened slightly. “That,” he said softly, “is what made you dangerous.” Before she could respond— The system glitched violently. Every screen flashed white. Alarms pulsed across the monitors. Alessandre’s head snapped toward the central display instantly. “What did you do?” “I didn’t touch your system,” the man replied calmly. Then the lights flickered. Once. Twice.

I ask, my voice trembling with barely contained emotion. “It might just be a glitch after porting,” Mace says, but I can tell he doesn’t believe that. We run down the first set of stairs, through the hall, into the kitchen and then down the stairs into the basement. The room is a hive of activity as people port in and Raff’s second in command, Bryce, barks orders. Luke makes his way over to us with a sad look on his face. “This is bad,” he says, and the pit of dread in my stomach turns into a gaping cavern.

I almost thought the power glitched, but the system would have flagged it as such. Grabbing a piece of paper, I copied the date and time. Looking further now, there was nothing until a week before that. Rif had done a system reboot. Making a note of that time, I kept looking. There were a few more random inconsistencies that I wrote down. Thankfully, none of it seemed to actually penetrate the system. The fire walls managed to block it all. “Grace?” Ethan was trying to mind-link me. “Yeah?” I was so focused on finishing it that he was just a distraction.