Of course there was something different about the purple card.
It stood out like a bruise on pale skin, nestled among a neat line of ordinary blue options: Knight, Berserker, Healer, Support, Wizard, Archer, Assassin, Alchemist. Each one glowed calmly—inviting, safe, predictable. Like they belonged. Like they had rules.
But the purple one?
It pulsed. Like it was breathing. Like it knew. Its edges flickered in and out of reality, as if the system couldn't render it properly. Occasionally, it crackled with violet static, distorting the air around it.
Arthur squinted. "Huh. This is probably where a smarter person picks something normal and doesn't screw themselves over for life, right?"
A beat.
"Yeah... fuck that."
He stepped forward and touched the card. The moment his fingers brushed it, the world shattered.
Color bled from the air. Sound twisted into silence. His limbs froze. Reality hit a hard pause.
Then—
Class Chosen: [Undefined Entity]
This designation does not match any known classification. Please report this error to your system administrator.
Arthur blinked. "...the what now?"
His body felt light, like it was floating. No platform beneath him anymore. Just a strange, empty void. A rush of static whispered across his ears as a glowing system screen materialized.
[SYSTEM INTERFACE INITIALIZING...]
Name: Arthur Knight
Age: 16
Level: 2
Class: Undefined Entity
Talent:
Desync Core (Reality Rejection)
User's existence does not fully sync with current reality parameters. Immune to certain system-based restrictions and scans. High instability. May trigger paradox effects.
Obscured Protocol (Stat Distortion)
System unable to accurately display user stats. Output is misleading or unreadable to external scans. Internal stat tracking remains stable.
Active Skills:
Sideways Step
User takes a half-step "outside" reality. May blink short distances unpredictably. Movement can bypass low-tier barriers. Causes nausea.
> Cooldown: 15 seconds
[Skill Not Found]
This skill is not recognized. Information corrupted. Attempting to recompile…
> Effect: ???
> Cooldown: Variable
Next Skill Unlocks at Level 10
Arthur let out a low whistle. "Holy shit."
He scrolled up. Then down. Then up again. Everything about it was cracked, messy, undefined.
Especially the second skill.
Skill Not Found?
"Yo, what the actual fuck, System? I feel like I just downloaded a virus from an anime waifu clickbait ad."
But even as he ranted, a grin pulled at his mouth. This wasn't some cheap trick. This was real. He wasn't some background extra anymore. He was a goddamn glitch in the simulation. A bug with benefits.
"Okay, okay. Play it cool. Breathe. Don't scream. Maybe they won't notice that I just became the narrative equivalent of an unstable black hole."
And then—of course—someone noticed.
"Arthur Knight!" a voice barked from below.
He flinched like a kid caught sneaking out of class early. The instructor was already waving him down, scribbling notes on a clipboard.
"Come down. Next student!"
Arthur gave a tight nod, still dizzy from the info dump, and began descending the stone steps.
And then—eyes.
He felt them. Watching. Scanning. Some scouts had turned their attention toward him. Not all, just a few. But it was enough. One of them even leaned toward another and whispered something while jotting notes.
Arthur's mouth twitched into a frown.
"Oh no. No no no. I just got cool. Don't ruin this for me. Let me cook in peace."
But it was already too late.
The purple card had chosen him.
And reality had started to glitch.
The rest of the hour passed in a daze. Student after student approached the platform. Most went for blue cards, triggering soft bursts of energy. A few cried out. Others collapsed to their knees from exhaustion. Some shone bright. Some dimmed. Each awakening was different, but familiar—orderly.
Arthur watched them quietly, trying to anchor himself. His own system data still hovered in his mind, quietly buzzing in the background like a half-loaded game menu.
Then something odd happened. He noticed a few students being treated the same way he was—called down, examined, written about.
Was… he visible to others the same way?
Did he look like one of the rare ones too?
He couldn't tell. From the outside, maybe he looked like just another class. Or maybe he was lit up in glowing violet like a bugged-out avatar in a bootleg game. Either way, nobody had said anything to him. Yet.
Eventually, all the awakened were herded to another part of the school. A large assembly hall, cold and plain, filled with rows of desks and a few tired instructors. Each student was handed a form.
Name. Age. Awakening location. Class. Basic description.
Arthur sat down with a pen in hand, staring at the page.
Class Description: __________
He tapped the pen, frowning.
"…Wait," he murmured, leaning back. "I can just write Assassin, can't I? Or better—Warrior. Keep it vague. Who's gonna check?"
He chuckled softly. A private joke no one would understand. "Yeah. Perfect. Done."
He filled it out with all the confidence of a man hiding a bomb in a cardboard box.
And that, ladies and gents, is how you become a speed-specialized ghost from a glitched-out construct.
Ha. Learn from me, kids.
Lying is bad.
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