The Scribe Who Saw Through the System
I didnât ask for power, glory, or even relevance. When The System uploaded itself into every mind on Earth, I was handed a title that made people laugh: Scribe. No strength bonus, no combat perksâjust access to the footnotes of reality. But while everyone else chased dragons and leveled up their swords, I noticed something they didnât: the numbers glitch. A misplaced decimal here, a duplicated quest ID there. Tiny errors. Except⊠theyâre not random. Theyâre spreading. And now, after three weeks of silent tracking, Iâve found a patternâa hidden command buried beneath a grocery-shopping quest. Itâs not guiding us. Itâs herding us. And if Iâm right, The System isnât benevolent. Itâs preparing us for something. Something none of the warriors, mages, or heroes can see coming.