Chapter 16: System Fragmentation

The heavy hands of Leo’s bedside clock flipped sharply to 07:58 PM.

Inside his quiet studio apartment, the late Tuesday evening air felt cool, but Leo’s pulse was hammering an irregular, anxious rhythm against his ribs. He sat on the edge of his mattress, staring intently down at the sleek, obsidian VR visor resting in his palms. The neon-blue light strip along the casing wasn't pulsing smoothly like before; instead, it flickered with a faint, frantic erratic pattern, mirroring the dark red notifications that had been lingering in his peripheral vision all afternoon.

Ding!

[Real-World Counter: 00:02:00 until Sector 3 Launch.]

[Warning: Sector 3 core parameters are currently experiencing high-density code fragmentation.]

[Directive: Equip the synchronization visor immediately. Target 3 'Genevieve' is primed.]

"A strict, mature professor," Leo muttered, his deep voice echoing in the empty room as he adjusted the strap, pulling the heavy visor down over his eyes. "The system says her baseline affection sits at fifteen percent. Let’s see what kind of training ground it cooks up this time."

The physical world dissolved instantly, but there was no glorious golden flash or standard synchronization sequence. The grid of crimson code lines violently shattered into jagged, glitched pixels.

[CRITICAL ALERT: SECTOR 3 RECONSTRUCTION FAILURE]

Error Code: 0x88 (Automated memory-suppression protocols failed to initialize).

System Status: Target 3 'Genevieve' has retained 100% of her real-world conscious memory baseline.

Matrix State: The VR matrix has been forced to replicate a standard, realistic local university timeline loop.

Date Window Protocol: 24 Hours active inside the simulation matrix layer.

Survival Clause: User must successfully push her genuine affection index past the absolute 70% Boundary before the 24-hour VR date timer concludes.

Failure Penalty: Immediate neural termination in baseline reality.

When Leo’s vision stabilized, a massive wave of disorientation hit his senses. He wasn't standing in a dark void, a shifting digital classroom, or a private tropical beach paradise. He was sitting flat on his standard wooden chair in the dead center of Row 4 inside Lecture Hall 102. The ambient daylight of a standard morning sun was streaming through the glass windows, and the ambient room was packed with over a hundred generic freshman students flipping through notebooks and whispering normally. It looked, smelled, and felt exactly like a completely normal day of his university curriculum.

Up on the main stage, standing behind the central wooden podium, was Professor Genevieve. Her long mahogany hair was pinned in her immaculate, professional low bun, and her sharp blue eyes scanned the rows of freshers from behind her thin, rimless reading glasses. The tailored charcoal-grey blazer and white silk blouse hugged her voluptuous hourglass silhouette with the exact same crisp, authoritative elegance from the morning.

Leo let out a slow breath, a confident, relaxed smile spreading across his model-tier features. So the system glitched, he thought, his level-3 stamina keeping his nerves steady. It didn't give her a pre-programmed crush like Cynthia or Chloe. But with my upgraded five-out-of-ten Charm aura and athletic presence, all I need to do is make her fall for me normally within twenty-four hours. This should be a walk in the park.

"Mr. Leo," Professor Genevieve’s cold, melodic voice suddenly rang out across the amphitheater, her gaze locking directly onto his position. She tapped her fountain pen against her textbook. "Since you have decided to spend the first ten minutes of my lecture staring blankly at the blackboard, perhaps you can stand up and provide the hall with the core macroeconomic definition of market equilibrium?"

Leo didn't hesitate. Moving with an effortless, commanding grace, he stood up, his tall 6'1" frame drawing the eyes of several co-eds. Utilizing his rich, deepened vocal resonance, he delivered a flawless, highly articulate explanation of the concept, holding her icy blue gaze with an intensely charming, relaxed smile. A murmur of approval rippled through the freshers. Leo smirked internally, waiting for the golden flash of the system numbers to register his easy victory.

A small, translucent meter pulsed silently in his field of vision, and Leo’s heart instantly froze in absolute shock.

[Current Affection Index: 15.0% ↗ 15.1%]

The percentage barely moved a fraction of a single millimeter.

Leo’s confidence evaporated in an instant, a cold bead of sweat tracing down his neck. Professor Genevieve didn't blush. She didn't turn away awkwardly, and her chest didn't heave with flustered panic. She simply looked down at her notes, her face entirely neutral and unimpressed.

"An adequate textbook answer, Mr. Leo. Sit down and ensure your focus remains on your syllabus, not your posture," Genevieve clipped out with freezing, authentic faculty authority.

Leo slowly sat back down, his mind racing as a massive wave of raw panic pooled in his stomach. The system was working completely weirdly this time. Genevieve wasn't acting like Cynthia or Chloe at all; she possessed her full, unyielding real-world memories, her mature logic was entirely intact, and his upgraded passive Charm aura was barely scratching her defenses. The 24-hour countdown clock in his peripheral vision was aggressively ticking away, and he had a massive timeline to clear with an unyielding, strict professor, or his heart would stop beating in the real world forever.

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