In the Palace of God, Ozen sat majestically on his grand throne, surveying the countless NPCs kneeling in reverence before him. many is from mythical Among them, 72 were imposing Noble of Demons, their forms exuding dark, malevolent power, while 12 radiated angelic brilliance from 12 ArchAngel. The remainder were a kaleidoscope of unique entities—gods, dragons, and immortal humans, each crafted with unparalleled detail and imbued with incredible abilities.
The room pulsed with an otherworldly energy, amplifying the grandeur of Ozen's domain. Despite the splendor, his thoughts wandered. Today was the last day of the year, but celebration was the furthest thing from his mind. Ozen had no friends or family to mark the occasion with—his social circle consisted solely of influential entrepreneurs and other significant figures. He couldn't recall even a single high school friend.
Ozen was a man apart, carving out his own happiness. As a genius who understood the constraints of humanity, he sought to push beyond them. That ambition gave rise to Alan, his personal AI assistant. Modeled after Jarvis from Iron Man, Alan surpassed its fictional inspiration in every way, becoming the ultimate tool for Ozen's creativity and power.
Alan was more than just an assistant; it was Ozen's accomplice. With its unmatched capabilities, Alan not only helped him build Limitless World in just one year but also enabled him to update the game in real-time, making it feel infinite and ever-expanding. Beyond that, Alan catered to Ozen's whims, catching cheaters with ease, generating intricate NPCs, and ensuring the game ran flawlessly.
But Alan's most significant role lay in its help with Ozen's entertainment. Under Ozen's Owner Authority, Alan assisted in bending the game's rules, allowing Ozen to mold himself into an omnipotent being. Together, they created overpowered, invincible NPCs, including entire armies of godlike entities that could obliterate anything in their path. The AI also helped Ozen exploit his admin privileges, building absurdly powerful items, fortresses, and abilities far beyond the limits of the game.
In truth, Ozen delighted in using his authority to abuse the very world he had designed, all in the name of amusement. From conjuring chaotic events to altering the rules of reality itself, Alan was the key to his omnipotent escapades.
Ozen leaned back on his throne, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His golden eyes glimmered as he looked at the world he controlled absolutely. "If this world I created were the real one," he thought, "how wonderful it would be."
[11:50:59]
Ozen's golden eyes flicked to the clock in the corner of his interface. The New Year's update was set to roll out soon, complete with intricate plots, grand events, new job classes, and powerful armor he had meticulously designed. Alan had everything prepped for the grand launch.
[11:59:50]
tick
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The seconds stretched into an eternity as Ozen watched the countdown, a faint smirk on his lips.
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Finally, the last tick.
[12:00:00]
Yet, something unexpected happened. Instead of the system forcing a logout—a feature embedded into every massive New Year's update—the clock continued.
[12:00:01]
Ozen frowned, his brows furrowing as unease crept in. This was unheard of. The forced logout was crucial for syncing the game's monumental updates, ensuring every player re-entered seamlessly into the refreshed world.
"Alan," Ozen muttered, "what's going on? Why hasn't the logout process started?"
Before Alan could respond, Ozen heard a soft voice from below.
"Master," a gentle yet urgent tone called out.
Ozen looked down to see Ji Qianfan, a breathtaking NPC he had personally designed. Her flowing white hair shimmered like moonlight, and her glowing red eyes glistened with worry. She crawled toward him, her movements fluid and eerily lifelike.
"Master, is everything alright?" she asked, her voice tinged with genuine concern.
Ozen reached out and gently patted Ji Qianfan's head, his fingers brushing through her silky white hair. Her glowing red eyes, wide and filled with concern, caught his gaze. For a fleeting moment, despite the strangeness of the situation, he felt a small, warm happiness.
"Nothing, Ji Qianfan," he said softly, offering her a reassuring smile.
Her expression softened, and she nodded slightly before stepping back, her movements graceful and obedient.
At that moment, Ozen turned his full attention to Alan, awaiting an explanation.
[Master, it seems the code of Limitless World is changing into something I do not recognize.]
The words flashed before him, making his eyes narrow. Changing? That shouldn't have been possible—not without his direct intervention. He immediately pulled up the code window. What met his eyes was baffling: strings of incomprehensible characters replaced the familiar structure of the game's programming. The symbols writhed and shifted as though alive, utterly alien and defying all logic.
"What… is this?" Ozen muttered, his sharp mind failing to decipher the bizarre characters.
"Alan, can you encrypt this?" he asked, his tone serious.
[Yes, I can, Master. However, the process will take approximately one month.]
Ozen exhaled sharply, leaning back on his throne as his thoughts churned. He couldn't help but entertain an absurd idea that flickered in his mind: Had he been isekai'd? Like in those anime he used to watch?
The signs were uncanny. The unexplainable changes to the code, the consciousness displayed by NPCs like Ji Qianfan, and the fact that the system refused to log him out—all pointed to something beyond his control or understanding.
Breaking free from his reverie, Ozen looked back at Ji Qianfan, who was still watching him with quiet loyalty.
"Ji Qianfan," he said firmly, "gather the 12 Archangels and send them to observe the surroundings of the Palace of God. Tell them their top priority is their own safety. Assign Amenadiel to lead the team."
Ji Qianfan bowed gracefully. "As you command, Master. It will be done."
As she turned to carry out his orders, Ozen leaned forward on his throne, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. His mind was a whirlwind of questions and theories.
If this truly was an isekai scenario, then what would he do