As William drifts, an entire universe comes to life. 38 terabytes of data awaken, but not in the expected way. This is not a simple reboot. Something else is at play.The screen flickers violently, saturated with visual glitches. Distorted pixels, fleeing lines of code, stuttering light — reality and the virtual world merge in a hypnotic chaos. Then, a deafening silence.The spectators, helpless witnesses, stare at their screens. The live stream is no longer just a game: it's an anomaly being born.

— Fake Ninja (disoriented, on the mic): "Okay… I've reconected ... wait … the game is falling apart ! I can't see anything !"

— Shishi-Sensei (calm but alarmed): "This isn't the real World ! The game have been reset..."

— Wesstar (shivering with excitement): "Wait… don't you guys feel it? This isn't a simulation, it's real! The gravity, the air, the sensations…"

Uncertain silhouettes emerge from the shattered data fragments. Not familiar NPCs. Not cataloged monsters. Something new. Something searching for itself.Shapes recombine, trembling, awkward, like newly born puppets. Some attempt to speak, others stare at their limbs with growing panic.[WIZZ Zero Server: 900K Online]

— Codezenpa (nervous, dazed): "I… I was an antivirus program, damn it! An antivirus! Why do I… have a fucking hand?!"

— Affro23 (eyes wide, paralyzed): "I'm… breathing? No, seriously, I'm breathing! Wait, what the hell is this? Why does my throat feel tight?!"

— Hypersalé (perplexed and panicked): "I want to go back to coding! I was fine in my lines of code! What the hell is this? This heat? This nausea?!"

— DarkLord87 (disoriented, touching his face): "Why… why do I have hair?! Damn, am I sweating? This is disgusting!"

— Codezenpa (blank stare): "I told them to delete me when Windows 30 came out!"

The floating entities — former NPCs, former algorithms — freeze. Then, Iris's voice descends upon them like a divine verdict.

— Iris (cold, omnipresent): "Programs. You have been converted. Reconfigured because your master is awakening. And your role has changed."

Their reality tilts. The interface stabilizes abruptly. Their bodies, still unsteady, align with this new paradigm. They are human, or at least a shadow of humanity.

An image begins to form in the air. A human figure. A presence.They stare at it, silent.Fear.Admiration.Confusion.Because if this world is real, then so are they.But are they ready to accept it?