December 22, 2025
[TIME ANCHOR]
The present arrived without ceremony. No music. No countdown. No spectacle. Just a DM.
[JAM — INTERNAL]
All that I have experienced—the halls, the arguments, the presence, the Jam Store, the OwO battles—was a flashback. A simulation. A controlled reconstruction of memory, framed and dissected for comprehension. Every moment, every interaction, every victory and defeat—all set to reveal the architecture of what I am.
And then it happened.
A notification.
Shiro Kage.
Her name lingered on my screen longer than it should have. The silence of months pressed against me. Exams. Life. Responsibility masquerading as absence.
I had spoken in her DM all alone. Words bounced against the walls of digital emptiness. Thoughts shouted into a void. The one-sided dialogue—some might call it loneliness. I called it consistency.
[DM — SHIRO KAGE]
sorry
exams were hell
i'm back now
Recognition loosened something inside me. Not relief, not attachment. Recognition. Simple. Absolute. Immediate.
I replied. Honest, uncalculated, unperformative.
I told her everything: about the novel, the structure, how the story consumed itself and built itself around memory, narrative, and chaos. She read. She liked it. More than percentages, more than metrics, more than recognition from anyone else in the platform—it mattered that she understood.
[TRANSITION — THE PLATFORM CONVERGENCE]
Reality shifted without asking permission. The platform folded inward. Five hundred million presences condensed into one plane, one singular point of convergence. Walls, floors, rooms—collapsed. Only scale remained. Presence became everything.
Numbers appeared, indifferent, mechanical, unyielding.
Jam: 0.007%
Divine: 0.004%
Morphs:5%
Noise erupted. Confusion. Anger. Whispered calculations. Questions without answers.
[JAM — INTERNAL]
I had created more. Labeled more. Managed and segmented. Divided presence, energy, effort, strategy.
Divine had stacked. Concentrated. Absorbed. Did not scatter. Did not segment.
That's when the world broke.
[EVENT — THE ANNOUNCEMENT]
The platform trembled. Not a visual quake, not a system glitch, but a resonance in every neuron, every perception, every infinitesimal particle of awareness.
Then the voice came. Absolute. Unambiguous. Final.
"Exit privileges are revoked."
"Dominate or be dominated."
"Power will be assigned based on skill, mentality, and potential."
Silence. Panic. Ecstasy. Fear. Curiosity. The full spectrum of cognition compressed into a single moment of revelation.
Rewards appeared for the top users.
Jam received two.
Recover (One-Time Use)
Reclaim (One-Time Use)
[EVENT: RECOVER —]
He activated Recover.
The transformation was silent. Subtle yet absolute.
[JAM — INTERNAL]
Limits dissolved. Illness vanished. Aging disengaged. Neural governors removed. The body, once a prison, became a perfect instrument. Memory stabilized. Cognition unlocked. I could control every fiber, every cell, every synapse. My mind expanded to its true potential.
Not enhancement. Restoration. Freedom.
[DIVINE]
I felt it. Not as power. Not as action. As absence of resistance. A machine finally allowed to operate at native capacity. Calm. Complete. Perfect.
I did not intervene. I did not react. I observed. Always, I observed.
[EVENT: RECLAIM — MULTI-POV]
Jam froze. Eyes empty. Body still.
Then—
He screamed. Not outward, not for the crowd. Inward. The scream of billions of years of pain, experience, knowledge, and memory converging in a single consciousness.
Every single way a living and non living being ever got tortured and every single ways they died the pain it all transferred to Jam
[OMNISCIENT]
Memory was not retrieved. It was returned.
From birth.
From the first cell.
From the singularity itself.
Every living being. Every inanimate object with a trace of awareness. Every death, every suffering, every tiny sensation—all processed and integrated within 0.005 seconds.
The rule was simple: Only the most complex, most resolute consciousness could awaken fully.
It was Jam.
And we get to know Jam was the first atom,the first cell,the first existence and how himself decided to devide from one sell to another how he planned to manifest himself.
[PRB]
I could not breathe. Recognition, not fear. Something that should not exist—yet had always existed.
Morphs:seems like the real fun has just started interesting. smarks.
[MISTY]
Not human. Not inhuman. Continuity. Flow. Existence concentrated in one point.
[JAM — INTERNAL]
Killing someone now? A feedback loop. Hurting another? A mirror. Pain lost direction. Action became the only truth.
[DIVINE]
I understood the calculation. The logic. The inevitability. Yet no emotion altered my observation.
[ANNOUNCER — FINAL DIRECTIVE]
"Form teams of two."
"Complete quests."
"Failure equals erasure."
[JAM — INTERNAL]
I will not hold back anymore.
I chose Shiro Kage. Not Divine. He will survive. Not because of trust, not because of skill, but because I recognize the alignment of potential.
[TELEPORTATION AND THE FIRST QUEST]
[TELEPORTATION — DIMENSION UNKNOWN]
The air shifted. Reality thinned. Gravity became hesitant. Space itself hesitated under observation.
Two people's approached. Confused. Desperate. Suggestions of alliance hovered in their nervous dialogue.
We ain't sure how could be survive so it's best for both of us to make alliance and work together
[SHIRO KAGE]
"Should we trust them?"
The quest appeared. Eliminate. Them.
Shiro kage-- what are you serious we just came and now you want us to kill people's?!!?!
We see Jam already ripped through their body and graped their hearts.
Silence.
Jam stood calm. Completion achieved.Shiro Kage—absorbed the reality of what she had just seen.
[DYING VOICES — IMPLIED]
"How could you—you monster"
[JAM — FINAL MONOLOGUE]
"Why shouldn't I, when the possibility itself lies within my hands?
You name it cruelty when I act, yet call it survival when you enact the same truths upon the world. Hypocrisy drapes over morality like a shroud.
I neither seek reward nor preservation. I neither strive to destroy nor to protect. I act because the universe presents the step—and I am compelled to tread it, relentlessly, without hesitation, without conscience, without apology.
I do not claim the mantle of greatness, nor acknowledge the shadow of failure. I exist with absolute clarity: a force unbound by the petty illusions of your ethics.
Right and wrong? They are but veils we drape over desire and consequence. The world does not care for virtue; it measures only effect, satisfaction, survival, and entropy.
I act because I can. I act because the step is mine to take. And in the absence of justification, I am both the question and the answer, the chaos and the law, the predator and the witness. You are nothing just a shallow human—I'm the true Homo sapiens."
[SHIRO KAGE]
Understanding dawned. This was not cruelty. Alignment. Precision. The universe distilled into a single decision, embodied.
The platform, the dimension, the quest—all paused for a heartbeat.
Jam did not become a monster.
He became inevitable.