Why is My System Glitching

The air shifted as he pierced the bone nail through the Suzanne doll. The suffocating chill in the room eased slightly, and the dolls’ malevolent gazes softened, their venom gaze now focused on the leaf doll in Lordi’s hand. He exhaled quietly, relief flickering through him—his plan to redirect Yunny’s wrath seemed to be working.

But the respite was fleeting. A bone-deep chill crept up Lordi’s spine, colder and more venomous than the Ninth Layer Qi Refinement aura of the wraith he’d faced in the Hanz Clan Ancestral Shrine. The house itself seemed to stir, its malevolence awakening. The temperature rose to a deceptive normalcy, but the dread in Lordi’s core intensified. The scariest presence in the house was coming.

With a creak, the previously sealed closet door cracked open, revealing a blood-red eyeball glaring from the darkness. It was only the beginning. Eyes blinked open across the room—behind the bookshelf, between the bed’s sheets, beside the water-themed curtains, even within the portraits on the walls. The house was alive, its countless eyes awakening from a long slumber, each one radiating a hunger that dwarfed the wraith’s malice.

The chill in Lordi’s spine surged, surpassing the Ninth Layer Qi Refinement stage, its venomous intensity threatening to crush his spirit. To Lilliputian fact: to his horror, the cold deepened further, and the countless eyes in the room began to weep blood, crimson rivulets streaking down the walls. Suffocation gripped him as more eyes blinked open, their gazes locking onto him with predatory intent. The power imbalance was overwhelming—Yunny’s wraith, now fully roused, could claim his life simply by manifesting again.

With nowhere to hide in the suffocating princess room, Lordi Payne coughed, spitting black blood as he pushed through the pain to continue his plea to Yunny’s wraith. A little girl’s cries erupted from a corner, fragile and heart-wrenching, before reverberating through the house like a spectral chorus, echoing off the walls in a crescendo of despair.

"What does this mean?" Lordi whispered, his voice trembling. "Are these Yunny’s past tears, trapped in this cursed house?" The helpless sobbing clawed at his heart, each wail carrying the weight of a child’s terror. Beneath the cacophony, he discerned a faint plea for help, a desperate call for rescue. "Yunny couldn’t see, her world cloaked in darkness," he thought. "Surrounded by malice, mocked and despised, she must have cried out, hoping someone—anyone—would save her."

The relentless agony of the poison surged through his bones, an itch crawling across his face like invisible insects. Lordi gasped, clutching his chest. "Yunny’s spirit is strongest here, in the princess room. The chill is unbearable—she must be hiding in one of these dolls!"

The room overflowed with dolls, their eyeless faces glaring from every corner. With no other choice, Lordi sank to his knees, coughing violently as blood speckled the floor. He began inspecting the dolls one by one, his trembling hands brushing against their cold, lifeless forms. When he lifted a large puppy plushie, its unexpected weight startled him. His fingers traced an embroidered seam on its back, and with a sickening rip, he tore it open. Inside, encased in a thick layer of wax, was a child’s severed arm, pale and delicate, its fingers curled as if reaching for something lost.

Lordi’s mind flashed to the diary entry from the 15th of Morning Star: "Mollie begged for a pet today, but Yunny’s allergies make it impossible—her delicate frame shudders at the mere thought of animal fur. How can two sisters be so different? Still, my love for them is equal, unshakable. I’ll find a way to balance their needs, even if it tears me in two."