The scanner beeped. The red light flickered, fighting the corrupted data, before finally, agonizingly shifting to a bright, welcoming green.

[Biometric Scan Complete. Entity Status: Alive.]

[Welcome, Guild Master Regis.]

[Access Granted.]

"Good boy," Sebastian smirked, letting Regis’s body drop to the floor.

With a deep, resonant hum of heavy machinery, the massive diamond doors slowly parted. They glided open on frictionless hinges, revealing the blinding, pure blue light of the inner sanctum.

Sebastian didn’t wait for the doors to fully open. He slipped through the gap, stepping into the heart of the server just as the red blades of the Void Wardens violently struck the diamond behind him.

He was in.

The interior of the inner sanctum was a stark, breathtaking contrast to the bloody, chaotic warzone of the ballroom outside.

It was a sprawling, cavernous dome constructed entirely of dark, sound dampening glass.

The air here was freezing, crisp, and completely sterile. There were no decorative fountains, no velvet couches, and no arrogant nobles. There was only the unadulterated architecture of the Ethereal Plane.

In the exact center of the massive room stood the Server Pillar.

It was a towering, colossal column of pure, blindingly bright blue code. It stretched from the polished obsidian floor all the way up into the infinite dark of the ceiling. Millions of lines of raw, Ethereal script cascaded down the pillar in a constant, mesmerizing waterfall of data.

It hummed with a deep, vibrating resonance that Sebastian felt directly in his molars. This was the beating heart of Server 112. This was the Admin Terminal that controlled every single law of physics, every oxygen tax, and every monster spawn on the planet.

And suspended right in the dead center of the glowing pillar, protected by thick layers of translucent digital shielding, was a massive, perfectly cut sphere of deep azure crystal.

The Regional Core.

"There you are, you beautiful piece of rocks," Sebastian whispered, his silver eyes reflecting the brilliant blue light.

He slowly walked toward the pillar, his heavy boots completely silent against the glass floor. The final stage of the infiltration had begun. He didn’t just need to steal the core; he needed to rip it out of the server without getting instantly deleted by the planetary firewall.

CRACK!

The sound of shattering diamond echoed behind him.

Sebastian glanced over his shoulder. The thick, impenetrable doors of the sanctum were buckling inward. The Void Wardens didn’t care about locks. They were system executioners. They were currently using their logic-blades to actively delete the physical barrier standing between them and the Anomaly.

[ADMIN SUSPICION: 100%]

The red bar in Sebastian’s vision hit the absolute maximum.

[CRITICAL ALERT: ANOMALY VERIFIED.] [INITIATING PLANETARY PURGE PROTOCOLS.] [ORBITAL LOCK CONFIRMED. DELETION IN 10 SECONDS.]

The system had finally stopped running the math and decided to just nuke the entire building.

"Ten seconds," Sebastian muttered, his heart rate remaining terrifyingly steady.

"Plenty of time."

He broke into a sprint. He crossed the remaining distance to the Server Pillar in a blur of motion. He didn’t stop at the edge of the protective shielding. He didn’t cast a spell to carefully dismantle the magical wards.

He just threw his hands forward and plunged them directly into the roaring waterfall of raw blue code.

"GAAAAH!"

Sebastian roared in absolute agony.

The moment his physical, synchronized hands breached the digital stream, the server aggressively fought back. It felt like plunging his arms into a vat of boiling battery acid while simultaneously being electrocuted. The raw data tore at his black leather sleeves, violently ripping the fabric away and aggressively trying to un-render his biological flesh.

The pain was mind-breaking, but he had deleted his nociception code weeks ago.

He didn’t feel the emotional terror of the burn; he only felt the heavy, mechanical resistance of the system trying to push him out.

"I am the Sovereign of Laws!" Sebastian snarled, his silver eyes flaring with blinding, authoritative light. "You work for me!"

He forcefully opened his green Admin UI. The [Code Compiler] hummed to life, projecting itself directly over the blue data stream.

He didn’t just pull. He attacked the infrastructure.

Sebastian weaponized his 10,000x Nexus Glitch, forcing ten thousand lifetimes of programming mastery directly into the Server Pillar’s localized firewall. He rapidly edited the base parameters of the shielding, forcefully changing the core’s defensive permissions to recognize his glitched Anomaly tag as the primary Root User.

Behind him, the diamond doors completely shattered.

The twelve Void Wardens poured into the sanctum, their chrome bodies reflecting the blue light as they raised their red executioner blades.

[DELETION IN 5 SECONDS.]

Sebastian’s digital fingers closed around the smooth, heavy surface of the Regional Core.

It was freezing cold, pulsing with the entire, condensed weight of the planetary server.

"Evict," Sebastian commanded.

He planted his boots against the base of the pillar, engaged every single ounce of his Demigod-tier physical strength, and violently ripped his arms backward.

SHLUCK!

The sound was like tearing a massive, wet root out of the earth.

Sebastian pulled the glowing azure crystal completely out of the data stream.

The reaction was instantaneous and apocalyptic.

The moment the Regional Core disconnected from the Server Pillar, the entire localized reality of Server 112 suffered a catastrophic, unrecoverable crash.

The roaring waterfall of blue code instantly turned a sickly, dead grey. The glowing runes along the floor violently shorted out, exploding in showers of sparks. The artificial gravity of the room immediately failed, sending shards of broken glass floating aimlessly into the air.

The twelve Void Wardens froze mid-stride.

Without the core server to process their logic, the executioners simply stopped existing.

Their pristine chrome armor violently glitched, shifting into jagged, green wireframe polygons before entirely disintegrating into a cloud of harmless, floating grey pixels.

The blinding red warning prompts in Sebastian’s vision instantly vanished.

[System Connection Lost.]

[Server 112 Offline.]

Sebastian floated gently backward in the zero-gravity environment, the massive, glowing Regional Core clutched tightly to his chest.