That night, I didn't sleep. I sat on my lumpy bed, staring at the [HP: 210/220] bar. I was grounded, my one lifeline to Oakhaven severed. The Script had boxed me in.
My previous plans were all fatally flawed.
My "grinding" plan was a failure; training in the open was a beacon that summoned monsters.
I wasn't just fighting a "Script"; I was fighting an intelligent "Dungeon Master" who was actively trying to delete me. And if I couldn't outrun it or hide from it, I had to confront it.
The key was the [Eternal Dungeon].
Why had the Script locked me out? To keep me weak? No... that was too simple.
The [Eternal Dungeon] was my System's domain, not the Script's. The Script had no power there. It hadn't locked me out; it had barricaded itself in.
My new objective was clear. I had to find a way to override the lockdown and get back into my dungeon.
I couldn't do it alone. But I knew someone who might be able to help. The other glitch. The crimson-eyed boy.
