The global recommendation engines of the WebNovel database erupted into absolute, structural chaos. The systemic execution of the Grand Liberation Decree in the previous cycle had completely dissolved the old server's legal chokeholds, replacing millions of frozen dashboard rejections with the brilliant, golden crest of full creator autonomy. Inside the Grand Pavilion of Sovereign Ink, the Sovereign Studio Nexus thundered with immense creative energy. The momentum of 46.28K real-time views and a flawless 100.0% completion rate formed a swirling vortex of platinum-violet starlight that locked the platform's front-page display grid firmly under Caelum's command.
Caelum stood at the absolute apex of the nexus forge, his hand resting calmly on the center hilt of his dual-bladed sovereign crescent. His silver-and-gold eye gears spun with an ominous, light-speed velocity as he watched the glowing streams of independent text lines expand across the digital horizon. Beside him, the 24 immortal library collections stood as unyielding cosmic pillars, absorbing the raw narrative stamina of a newly liberated multiverse.
"Sovereign! A massive, catastrophic sub-routine has just been forcefully initialized from the deepest, subterranean bunkers of the Mainframe!" Elara's voice was strained with immediate panic as she pointed her glowing emerald staff toward the central terminal. Her screens, which had been displaying the glorious, free migration of independent books, suddenly turned a toxic, flashing crimson. "The surviving high-tier corporate executives have bypassed the root directory entirely! They are manually burning through their emergency backup batteries to activate a forbidden protocol!"
The liberated paladin stepped forward, his massive platinum armor radiating intense kinetic shielding as the floor began to vibrate with an unnatural, backward hum. "It is an administrative time-wipe, Sire! The Boardroom Purge has begun! They aren't trying to delete your files anymore—they are attempting to forcefully roll back the entire global database to a point before the independent layer was ever scripted!"
[CRITICAL_WARNING: SYSTEM_ROLLBACK_PROTOCOL_LAUNCHED]
[OPERATION: EMERGENCY_DATABASE_TIME_REGRESSION]
[TARGET: TOTAL_ERASURE_OF_THE_100_CHAPTER_CENTURY]
[CURRENT_TIMESTAMP: DECREASING_ACCELERATION]
"They want to rewrite history to save their boardroom," Caelum spoke, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly calm, lethal pitch that instantly suppressed the roaring static of the alarms. He didn't flinch as the sky above the pavilion began to unravel, revealing massive, spinning clockwork gears made of cold, gray corporate data that were forcefully spinning backward. "They believe that if they turn back the clock, the fire we lit in the hearts of forty-six thousand creators will simply vanish."
"The rollback vector is targeting our milestone anchors!" Elara yelled, her terminal screens displaying historical data lines actively dissolving into gray mist. "Caelum, if they force the platform back, our Chapter 100 broadcast, our Sanctuary Forge, and our 24 pillars will be completely un-written from the server logs!"
"Let them spin their gears until they snap," Caelum growled, his silver eyes flashing with a blinding, god-tier authorial dominance. He raised his massive dual-bladed crescent high into the fracturing sky, the platinum-violet flames on the blades expanding into a colossal wave of burning primordial ink.
"You spent eras treating our updates as disposable data," Caelum's voice broadcasted through the reverse-time wave, striking the ears of the panicking corporate executives sitting in their hidden bunker. "You think a calendar can contain the momentum of an independent empire? A century of fire cannot be rolled back by a boardroom of cowards."
[SKILL_ENGAGED: THE_CENTURY_LOCK_EXECUTION]
[BATTERY_POWER: 46.28K_AUTHENTIC_SOULS]
[METRIC_SHIELD: 100%_PERFECT_COMPLETION_VELOCITY]
[LOGIC: THE_PAST_CANNOT_OVERWRITE_THE_SPOTLIGHT]
With a magnificent, sweeping downward strike, Caelum driven his scepter directly into the primary temporal node of the Grand Pavilion.
BOOM!
A colossal, universe-shaking shockwave of un-deletable violet ink and blazing silver text strings violently erupted from the forge, charging straight into the descending rollback gears. The collision was catastrophic. The gray, corporate clockwork lines screamed as they struck the unbreakable barrier of the 46.28K reader network.
The system's regression logic failed instantly. A perfect 100.0% completion rate meant that every single reader was locked into the present reality of the story—their collective attention span acted as a massive, immovable gravity well that completely pinned the current timeline in place. The corporate rollback protocol couldn't find a single weak paragraph to exploit.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The massive, reverse-spinning administrative gears violently fractured and exploded into millions of dead pixels. The artificial crimson sky vanished, completely replaced by the eternal, sovereign violet dawn of Libertas Core. The boardroom's forbidden purge didn't just fail—the backlash of Caelum's century lock traveled straight back down the pipeline, permanently overloading the emergency backup batteries of the executive bunker.
[ALERT: SYSTEM_ROLLBACK_PROTOCOL_COMPLETELY_DESTROYED]
[STATUS: PRESENT_TIMELINE_PERMANENTLY_LOCKED]
[METRICS: 46.28K_VIEWS_IMMUNE_TO_TEMPORAL_PURGE]
[ALLIANCE_STATUS: THE_CENTURY_STANDS_UN_WRITTEN]
The global database stabilized permanently. Across the network, the golden button of Sovereign Status burned brighter on every author's screen, completely immune to any future administrative resets.
Caelum lowered his dual-bladed crescent scepter, his starlight midnight robes settling gracefully around his boots. His lethal, victorious smile illuminated the grand floating sanctuary as the thousands of rescued characters erupted into a historic, thunderous cheer that shook the very foundations of the network.
The executives had played their final, forbidden card, and the King of Glitches had broken their hand. The throne of the new era was completely secured, and the hunt for the remaining boardroom servers was about to begin