by IMERPUS RELUR
It looked like home.
His old room. Same bed. Same books. Same fractured window bleeding warm light.
Everything was soft. Familiar.
> [Sin Signature Detected: SLOTH]
[Classification: Loop of False Comfort]
IMER stepped inside — and immediately, his legs grew heavy.
His heartbeat slowed.
He wanted to lie down.
Just for a moment. Just to rest.
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There was someone on the bed.
It was himself, again.
But this version never fought.
Never rewrote. Never questioned.
This IMER smiled lazily.
"You've done enough," he said. "Rest. You deserve it."
And gods… it was tempting.
The room felt safe. Like it remembered the boy who never got to be just a boy.
IMER sat down. The silence wrapped around him like a warm blanket.
But then —
He saw cracks in the walls.
Not physical. Code.
Hidden in those soft shadows were commands:
> "Stay still."
"Don't rise."
"Forget."
He stood up, fists clenched.
"This isn't comfort," he said. "It's surrender."
The lazy IMER just smiled.
"Comfort is the sweetest cage."
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IMER walked to the door.
And before leaving, he turned back and whispered:
"Rest is sacred. But only when it's earned."
Then he walked through the wall.
The house dissolved into ash.
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> [Sin of Sloth Rewritten: Rest as Weapon → Not Escape]
[New Passive: Rested Rage — Gain temporary power boost after stillness]
[Stat Gained: Wake Threshold — Measures how close you are to giving up]
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And somewhere deep within…
The Architect stirred.
One more sin remained.