The first scream sliced through the twilight, sharp and raw with terror. It was a sound Zane remembered with perfect, chilling clarity—a phantom echo from a timeline that no longer existed, a sound that had once heralded the end of a family and the birth of a broken, vengeful warrior. This time, it was not an ending. It was a starting pistol.

  “Go,” Zane’s voice was flat, cutting through the evening air with an authority that belied his unremarkable appearance.

  Liam needed no other command. He moved with the force of a landslide, his heavy boots churning the soil as he charged toward the besieged homestead. The sounds of snarling and panicked shouts grew louder, punctuated by the splintering of wood.

  They broke through the tree line into a scene of pure chaos. The Reed family’s small wooden farmhouse was surrounded. At least a dozen wolves, massive and black-furred, were throwing themselves against the crude defensive fence. But something was wrong with them. A subtle, almost imperceptible static seemed to shimmer at the edges of their forms, a visual distortion like heat haze over asphalt. When they moved, their motions would occasionally stutter for a microsecond, a digital hiccup in the flow of reality. Glitched.

  Just as I remembered, Zane thought, his eyes scanning the battlefield with cold, analytical precision. But memory isn't enough. The variables have already changed. I have to control the environment.

  The fence was already failing. The alpha, a beast easily the size of a pony with eyes that glowed with a faint, corrupted light, slammed its body against the main gate, and the wood groaned, about to give way. Inside, a man—Evelyn’s father—was desperately trying to brace it, his face pale with fear. A younger girl, Evie, was just behind him, holding a rusty pitchfork with a defiant terror that Zane knew would one day be forged into a warrior’s steel.

  “Liam!” Zane’s voice was a blade. “You are the wall. The gate. Do not let a single one past you. I’ll handle the rest.”

  “On it!” Liam roared, a sound of pure, uncomplicated conviction. He didn’t ask how or why. He didn’t need to understand the plan; he only needed to know his part. He activated his one basic skill, [Taunting Presence], a faint red aura flaring around him. It was a low-level ability, meant to draw the attention of one or two monsters. But combined with the sheer, immovable presence of the man himself, it was enough. Several wolves, distracted from the gate, turned their glitched eyes toward this new, more immediate threat. Liam met their charge not with a weapon, but with his shield—a solid, unyielding statement of fact. The first wolf crashed against it with a sickening crunch, thrown back with a yelp of pain. The line was drawn.

  Zane, however, didn’t draw a weapon. He stood at the edge of the clearing, his hands loose at his sides, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield. He wasn’t looking at the wolves. He was looking at the forest floor, the loose rocks, the gnarled roots of the ancient oaks that surrounded the homestead. He was reading the code of the world itself.

  His focus settled on the alpha wolf as it prepared for another devastating charge against the weakened gate. Zane’s eyes narrowed, and he extended a single, steady hand.

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  [Logic Overwrite]

  His target wasn’t the wolf. It was the thick, exposed tree root that lay directly in the alpha’s path. The command was simple, a binary flip in the object’s core programming. Parameter: Rigidity. New Value: Malleable. Parameter: Motion. New Value: Twist.

  The effect was instantaneous and deeply unnatural. The thick, woody root, which had lain dormant for a century, suddenly coiled like a striking snake. The alpha, charging at full speed, never saw it coming. Its powerful legs tangled in the twisting wood, and the massive beast was sent tumbling, crashing to the ground in a heap of snarling confusion and bruised pride. It had been taken out of the fight not by a sword or a spell, but by a piece of malicious code executed on the landscape.

  [Skill proficiency for [Logic Overwrite] has increased.] [Your understanding of environmental data manipulation has deepened.]

  Other wolves were now converging on Liam’s position. He was a rock, his shield taking every blow, but the sheer numbers threatened to overwhelm him.

  “Liam, hold for three seconds,” Zane called out, his voice still unnervingly calm.

  He shifted his attention to a large, moss-covered boulder resting on a slight incline just above the pack harrying Liam.

  [Logic Overwrite]

  Target: Boulder. Parameter: Inertia. New Value: Nullified (Temporal: 3 seconds).

  For a moment, nothing happened. Then, as if a great, unseen hand had nudged it, the multi-ton boulder began to roll. It picked up speed with impossible quickness, its programmed inertia temporarily stripped away. The wolves, focused entirely on the unmovable object in front of them, didn’t notice the new threat until it was too late. The boulder crashed into their flank, not with the force to kill, but to disrupt. It sent them scattering, breaking their coordinated assault and giving Liam the breathing room he desperately needed.

  [Skill [Logic Overwrite] has reached a new rank: Novice Tier 2.] [New Parameter Unlocked: Vector. You can now suggest a simple directional vector for manipulated objects.]

  Zane felt the influx of new information, a subtle expansion of his capabilities. It was a satisfying, quantifiable gain—a small but crucial step forward. He was a ghost in the machine, a programmer editing the battlefield in real time. He didn't need to be strong; he just needed to be smarter than the system he was fighting.

  The tide of the battle had turned. The pack was confused, their aggression broken by the seemingly random, hostile acts of the environment itself. The alpha was back on its feet, shaking its massive head, its glitched eyes now burning with a focused rage. It ignored Liam. It ignored the collapsing fence. It locked its gaze onto the one calm, still point in the chaos. It locked onto Zane.

  With a roar that shook the trees, the alpha wolf broke free from the pack. It lowered its head and charged, its glitched form a blur of black fur and malevolent code. It was faster than anything else on the field, its path direct and lethal.

  Liam saw the charge. “Zane!” he yelled, trying to disengage and intercept, but he was too far away, bogged down by the remaining wolves.

  Zane stood his ground, his expression unreadable. He had already processed the variables. The wolf’s speed, its trajectory, his own lack of physical defense. He had a dozen plans, a dozen ways to use the environment to stop it. But as the glitched beast lunged, its jaws snapping open to deliver the killing blow, Zane’s eyes flickered past it, toward the farmhouse. He saw the small, terrified face of Evelyn Reed watching from the broken gate. A ghost of a memory, a flicker of a failed timeline, flashed through his mind.

  This had to be perfect.

  The alpha wolf leaped, a predator of corrupted data soaring through the air, aimed directly at the heart of the anomaly that had disrupted its hunt. Its claws extended, and its glitched form seemed to tear at the very air, leaving faint trails of static in its wake. Liam was too far. The forest had no more tricks to offer. The attack was absolute.