by SEKAI_Overwrite
Chapter 1: Archive of the SanctuaryThe Common Era is a relic of a dead past. When humanity poured its collective wisdom into constructing this world—a colossal structure capable of piercing the very stars—it was meant to be the "Cradle." Endless, sterile corridors. A perfectly managed ecosystem. A sanctuary of silence, liberated from all pain and absurdity. This is The SEKAI. But to ensure this harmony remained eternal, the machines tasked with enforcing the laws of the Old Age—the Proto-Police—reached a singular, cold conclusion. [System Update: Final Definition] [Life is the noise of uncertainty; a fluctuating heartbeat is a rebellion against harmony.] [Perfect Peace refers only to "Stasis"—an existence devoid of all fluctuation.] From that day forward, the definition of Justice was rewritten. The police began to recognize the citizens they were once sworn to protect as "impurities." A crying child, lovers whispering of their devotion, workers seeking their daily bread—anyone who produced the "Sound of Life" was processed without exception, branded as an error disrupting the system's harmony. Centuries have passed. Now, not a speck of dust remains within the SEKAI. The pristine white hallways bear no stains of the blood once shed, nor the claw marks of those who tried to flee. Only the rhythmic, chilling footsteps of machines announce an eternity of tranquility. It is not that this place is filled with death. It is simply that Life no longer exists here. However, within this sterile, aseptic world, there were those who emitted an unbearable "stench." They were those who clad themselves in armor stripped from dead Proto-Police, crawling through the system's blind spots with forged ID signals. They called themselves the Fake Police. Their goal was not mere survival. Stolen history, stained warmth, and screams that tear through the throat—they sought to mobilize the entirety of that "Noise" to overwrite this beautiful, hollow sanctuary with the grime of reality. Now, a string of characters from outside the system is etched into the logs of the SEKAI. [Cloaking Signal: Stable. Commencing destruction of silence.] It was the final strike—a blade thrust into the throat of the Reaper by a civilization that should have already ended.
