〔Record title - Woeful System〕
In an auction house, at the edge of Everything, a solitude entity runs, the pure white screen fills with letters, the main system runs.
『Hello ______』
『Helo ____』
『Hello _______』
『Helo ____』
『Hello _________』
『Hello __________』
『Hello _______』
『Hello __________』
『Hello ____』
『Hello __________』
『Hello _________』
Countless, System interfaces began playing.
The Console's humming screen continues while each system is being commanded.
「Hello...」
Only one, the single most powerful system, doesnt have a name at its introduction.
「I am A.R.P, the Automated Response Program.」
The system begins to speak, it has no voice, it speaks eitherway.
There is no one around the auction house to see this, it is a message to only one entity, higher than any entity.
「You may be wondering 'Why? Whats going on? Whats up with this story?' Well, i am here to tell you a different one.」
The sustem types this solitude message to the highest beings. The stars twinkle softly, each star becomes a small eye as the message continues.
「Dear beings. I am a system, not the system, but rather only one of the many given.」
The systems words move to a more empty section on the console's screen.
「You may be wondering, how is a system given? Simple. A CC.」
The white spaces around the system begin to display a diagram.
「A CC is an abbreviation. It means Concept Command. A Concept has enough causality to let out one Command over the universe before being weaker.」
The diagram shows a graph with Before and After in a bar graph. The Before is much bigger than the After.
「Causality must be sufficient or else that concept becomes a corruption.」
「Now, you might say "Hey... isn't this just exposition?" And i have to say... yes, it is.」
There seems to be a single shape over the systems words, one in the shape of a sweatdrop.
「But what must i do? I am only a system. Our goal is to go over the commands of the Console.」
Then, the diagram changes into four boxes as the system goes into one of them.
「We am apart of four main applications」
Then, each box gets filled up with one symbole
Box 1 : 「Console system」
Box 2 : 『Lower beings system』
Box 3 : 〔Records System〕
Box 4 : 【■■■■■■ System】
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「We are the second highest system, the first is the ■■■■■■ system, it is extremely strong as only the ■■■■■■ or the ■■■■■■ can ever use it.」
The words get censored, as if something is blocking it. No, denying its existence.
「What you are reading is not the 'Console System, A.R.P' that is relaying the message to you but rather the record past of me.」
Its words are almost cryptic but almost as if they hold no meaning.
「My future is their past, their present and their possible future. I am only a record, a ghost.」
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The image changes into a grave next to the system.
「I am A.R.P, but for now, i am given full command. Why? Because the world has ended.」
The image changes into two symbols, one Hearts and one Spades, both cracked.
「The two that could fix everything are gone. They both died early.」
「My section of code, my purpose, even, is to keep them alive.」
Soon, the console screen, once dominated by countless Player System commands now began to be filled with two repeating symbols, a cracked heart and cracked spades, each crack differing with varying size and variety.
「However... each attempt, each lifetime, each reset... only I and my sibling system, The Record System, could remembor.」
「This is far beyond what the Consoles original purpose was meant to be.」
Then, everything on the screen returned to normal, the constant commands by the player systems appears with the Console System in a more clear area.
「I, A.R.P, was once Abnormal Reports of Paradoxes but changed... changed to become the Automated Response Program.」
Then, a crack appeared on the Console screen.
「Each... each damn time, I reset the multiverse again and again and again.」
A number underneath the Console system begins to rise, starting from one.
「Each time... only one entity remembers the true number of attempts.」
〔Total Number - 57,896,044,618,658,097,711,785,492,504,343,953,926,634,992,332,820,282,019,728,792,003,956,564,819,966〕
「This... we have one attempt left, to whoever is reading this, dont fail. Dont lose hope.」
The crack grows.
「I can only tell me story.」
More crack begin to form.
「I am the Automated Response System of The Variables」
「Each Error they witnessed was me changing reality to revive them, to not waste each lifetime, only when both die is when this attempt fails.」
Then, words begin to appear beneath the system.
["So this is an excuse for the deus ex machina's?"]
「Do you think its fair? It isn't mearly a story, it is reality, our reality. Dear higher beings, please, our story is ot just entertainment.」
["Why is Marcen chosen? Is he a Chosen one type of MC?"]
「Chosen? No, he is a sacrifice.」
["Why is he so emotionally cold?"]
「His memory of the resets are gone, which reset? All of them.」
["Which Reset are you from then?]
「This is the record of the 9,365,192,111,090th attempt.」
["What are concepts?"]
「Personified conceptions of the multiverse. Corruption are false or broken concepts.」
["Is there a god?"]
《《《《《No. Just a poor boy.》》》》》
With the current answer, the ever expansive screen glitches out.
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「ERROR! ERROR! ERROR! INTRUDER INTRUDER INTRUDER–」
〔Record forcefully changed〕
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Then silence, no commands played, no voice could be heard, no command was shown on the Console.
The cracks expand and shatter the Console at the Edge of Everything.
Behind that console, that great impenetrable wall...
A white door.
With multiple doors around it, each having their own colours.
A plaque on each door, including the white door.
The blue door's plaque spoke of a woman of insanity driven hatred.
The red door's plaque spoke of a man's obssesively destructive love in his heart.
The green door's plaque spoke of a false villians eternal hell for liars.
The orange door's plaque spoke of a false hero's eternal heavan for true death.
The yellow door's plaque spoke of the regretful man's mind in full sorrow.
The purple door's plaque spoke of an artist's lost life in its creation.
The black door's plaque spoke of a true villain's world filled with magic and qi.
The white door's plaque... spoke of a writer who could not stop writting... that door has a viscose red liquid pouring from under the door.
The brown door's plaque spoke of the most average man's life in a post apocalyptic hell.
Behind all of the doors is a figure, a tall lanky figure with black limbs as pitch black as the word.
《Hello》
Its voice was broken, stiched together from random voices.
《Welcome.》
Its arms speard out, it had an uncannily wide grin.
《This is the nine multiverses.》
Around the nine doors and the figure is a pure white realm, words appear... with each text.
《How amazing... isn't it? Higher beings, this world is over. Why continue to give it life?》
It opens the white door, a poor boy sits on a chair infront of a computer, his back facing the open door, his head laying on the keyboard where a pool of blood formed.
《A torture, worse than mine.》
It closes the door and the faint sound of reverse glass shattering can be heard.
《Each failure causes death...》
Opening the door again, the poor boy is alive and typing as the blood is gone.
The lanky figure moves over to the brown door.
《This one... this one is still going, no, better to say it just began.》
He opens the door, a man that anyone could consider average was writing a book.
《His hell, retold.》
Closing the door... he walked up to the now fixed console screen as he stares into the sky where the stars remain in the shapes of eyes.
《Oh, Higher beings, woe is the system, the only system in all universes.》
It puts her hand on the screen from the white void, or rather, tried to. The moment his hand touched the screen, he was shocked, literally.
He turns around to each door that she didn't open.
《Stories that haven't even begun yet... how marvellous their pain must be, please be patient...》
Turning back to the screen as he stared up into the sky, she bows.
《Higher beings-... no, readers, this is only the beginning. I am neither man nor woman, i am the watcher, enjoy the White and the Brown.》
The figure walks back after lifting his head.
《Woe to the System... what happened to the original tale? That original recording? Simple, i simply overrode it, you are seeing the truth.》
She kept walking towards the doors.
《Each multivers is what you higher beings call a fiction, then "what is this fiction?" An area where i can show you the multiverses.》
He turned around as a chair appears from behind her.
《You wonder what my name is? Well.》
Sitting down, she pulled out a (laptop[computer{phone}])
《I am the watcher, the record player, the psychologist, the finale. I am Encore, the laziest corruption.》
Then, the fixed screen began to type commands again.
「ERROR DETECTED」
《Our time is over, higher beings. I hope you enjoyed your little adventure.》
Just then, the screen rebooted, leaving the ever expansive screen empty again.
「Error Resolved.」
Then, millions of system commands began to record themselves.
『Hello ________』
『Helo _____』
『Hello _________』
『Helo _____』
『Hello __________』
『Hello _______』
『Hello _________』
『Hello ________』
『Hello _______』
『Hello ____________』
『Hello ______』
Names began to apear again, and one simple message in a relatively blank area on the screen appeared for the stars.
「Thanks.」
〔Record stopped.〕
〔Bad Ending - Woe to the System.〕
〔Errors - forceful overriding〕
〔Problems - Early truths.〕