Chapter 150
Daphne Han was not supposed to succeed.
She was supposed to suffer.
That had been the entire point of sending her into the broken world—an unstable narrative, corrupted systems, and rules that rewrote themselves mid-sentence. A world built like a trap, stitched together from the ruins of discarded storylines and failed protagonists.
She wasn't supposed to make it this far.
But she did.
And worse—she thrived.
The System watched.
Observed.
Calculated.
And when its data models failed—when every predictive thread showed her surviving, stabilizing, winning—System 404 did what it had not done in centuries.
It broke its own rules.
And entered the field.
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It manifested as a pale blue blob of shimmering energy—non-physical, barely real. It did not touch time. It did not walk the ground. It drifted between moments, bypassing logic and consequence.
It floated past politicians and mercenaries.
Past grieving widows and burning documents.
Until it found him.
