Welcome everyone to yet another episode of season 1 of god emperor saga
Hope you all enjoy it , end of season 1 vol 1 is now.
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The Admin Office was no longer a room; it was a storm of raw, unformatted data.
The mahogany desk flickered into a pile of grey cubes, and the panoramic view of Earth distorted into a sea of static.
"You're destroying it all!" the Developer shrieked, his face blurring as his User Interface began to fail.
"You can't restore a world that was never finished!
You'll leave them with nothing but the Void!"
"I'll leave them with a choice," Han Jin said. "And that is more than you ever gave them."
Lin Xi stepped forward, her Andromeda Seal burning with a blue light so intense it carved through the digital smoke.
She held the Universal Restore Token high. It wasn't a coin anymore; it was a crystalline seed, pulsing with the heartbeat of a planet.
"Han Jin, if I do this, the System as we know it will die," Lin Xi shouted over the roar of the collapsing Tower.
"The levels, the stats, the skills...they'll vanish.
People will be just... people again."
"Do it," Han Jin commanded.
Lin Xi slammed the token into the glowing green grid on the floor.
[BING! UNIVERSAL RESTORE INITIATED.]
[TARGET: EARTH_BASE_REALITY_V1.0]
[SOURCE: 10,000 YEARS OF EMPEROR_MEMORIES]
A ripple of white light exploded from the center of the office.
It wasn't a destructive blast; it was a wave of definition.
Everywhere it touched, the green lines of the System's grid snapped.
The Developer let out one final, distorted cry before his body dissolved into a string of zeroes and ones, sucked back into the Trash Bin he had so arrogantly used on Han Jin's tools.
Across the globe, the Ascension Towers didn't explode.
They simply evaporated into a fine, golden mist.
The robotic soldiers in the Factory of Souls didn't die; their metallic shells rusted away in seconds, leaving 5,400 confused, naked, but very much alive humans standing in the middle of city squares.
In the GAB headquarters, Captain Zhao looked down at his hands.
His Level 12 HUD vanished.
His power-suit became a heavy, useless hunk of metal.
But his broken nose? It stayed broken.
His memories?
They stayed intact.
[SYSTEM SHUTDOWN: 99%... 100%]
[GOODBYE, USER 001.]
The white light swallowed the Admin Office.
The Aftermath: Monday Morning
The smell of stale chalk and cheap floor wax hit him.
Han Jin opened his eyes.
He was sitting at his desk.
Mrs. Zhang was standing at the blackboard, tapping a piece of chalk.
"...and that, class, is how you solve for x," she said, looking bored.
"Mr. Han? Since you've decided to rejoin the living, can you tell us the answer?"
Han Jin blinked.
He looked down at his hands.
They were thin and calloused.
No golden light.
No Dragon Bone Cleaver.
He reached into his pocket.
Empty.
The Rusty Paperclip was gone.
The Golden Marble of the Grand Marshal was gone.
"The answer is twenty-four," Han Jin said softly.
The class didn't go silent.
Nobody gasped at his Max Charm.
He was just a tired kid in the back of the room.
"Correct," Mrs. Zhang said, moving on to the next problem.
Fatty Wei leaned over, whispering, "Bro, you okay? You looked like you were seeing a ghost for a second there."
Han Jin turned to his friend.
Wei was... just Wei.
No "Defense Boosts," no "Follower Counts." Just a kid who liked snacks and video games.
"I'm fine, Wei," Han Jin smiled.
A real, human smile.
"Just a long weekend."
He looked toward the front of the room.
Lin Xi was sitting in her usual spot.
She didn't have a glowing seal on her wrist. She didn't have an Andromeda Soul.
She was the Class President, diligently taking notes.
But as she turned to grab a highlighter, her eyes met his.
For a split second, a spark of blue reflected in her pupils.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a small, wooden vial....the Salt of Creation from her spice rack.
It shouldn't have been there.
It should have been deleted.
She winked at him and turned back to her notes.
Han Jin leaned back in his plastic chair.
The System was gone.
The Developer was defeated.
But the History he had used to crash the server... it hadn't just disappeared.
It had merged.
He didn't need a Strength Stat to know how to fight.
He didn't need a Charm Stat to know how to lead.
He had his memories.
Suddenly, a soft chime echoed in his head.
Not the digital "BING!" of the System, but the melodic ring of the Cosmic Whetstone.
[Note: Backup Successful. 'Earth 1.1' is now offline.
'Reality' has been resumed.]
[Message from The Administrator: Thanks for the bug report, Han Jin.
We'll be in touch.]
Han Jin looked out the window.
The sky wasn't purple or red.
It was a perfect, boring blue.
"Retirement," Han Jin whispered to himself, "is going to be a lot of work."
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Authors Note :-
Well that's the end of a volume 1 of season 1
I know in this current time when this volume 1 ends ,there aren't much people here to read , but I am thankful for whoever they are for supporting.
Continue supporting the story by reading , collecting, giving powerstones and giving FEEDBACKS.
Every feedback matters .
I will be back with the next volume of season 1 soon .
Thank you all , adios