Awakening a 10,000x Skill Proficiency Multiplier in the Apocalypse

He thrust his Void-glass stiletto directly at Sebastian’s chest. The weapon was a masterpiece of endgame crafting. It was designed to literally severe the spatial coordinates of whatever it touched. It bypassed armor. It bypassed shields. It just cut through reality itself.

Sebastian didn’t dodge. He didn’t summon his Earth Sword to parry.

He just stood there and let the blade hit him.

Before the impact, Sebastian accessed the [Concept of Mass] in his green Admin UI. He didn’t apply it to the room. He applied it entirely to his own digital skin, cranking his physical density to a completely illogical extreme.

SHANK!

The Void-glass stiletto struck Sebastian directly in the center of his chest.

It didn’t sink in. It didn’t sever his spatial coordinates.

CRACK!

The high-tier dagger shattered into a dozen useless pieces. The blade completely failed to process the ungodly mass it had just hit. It was like trying to stab a speeding freight train with a plastic spoon.

Vane froze. His cybernetic eyes went wide.

He looked at the broken hilt in his hand, his brain completely failing to comprehend the math.

”My turn,” Sebastian whispered.

Sebastian’s right hand shot forward. He didn’t punch Vane. He grabbed the Level 80 assassin directly by the left collarbone. His massive, static-covered fingers dug deep into the shadow-mesh armor, completely bypassing the defensive stats and gripping the digital bone underneath.

Vane panicked. He tried to pull away, kicking wildly at Sebastian’s legs. ”Get off me!”

Sebastian didn’t let go. He planted his boots, tightened his grip, and violently ripped his arm backward with the raw, mechanical torque of a collapsing star.

SHLUCK!

The sound was absolutely horrific. It was a wet, heavy, sickening noise of tearing meat, snapping tendons, and shattering bone.

Sebastian ripped Vane’s entire left arm and shoulder completely off his torso.

”AGGGHHHHHH!” Vane shrieked. It was a completely unhinged scream of pure, unadulterated agony.

Thick, black blood and glowing purple pixels sprayed from the massive wound, coating the concrete floor of the bunker. Vane collapsed to his knees, clutching the gaping hole in his side, his health bar instantly dropping into the deep red.

Sebastian didn’t drop the severed arm. He held the bloody, armored limb in his hand like a morbid club.

The second assassin charged in from the right, raising his own dagger in a desperate, panicked swing aimed at Sebastian’s neck.

Sebastian casually swung Vane’s severed arm like a baseball bat.

WHAM!

The heavy, armored shoulder piece of the severed limb collided squarely with the side of the second assassin’s head. The sheer kinetic force behind Sebastian’s swing was devastating. The assassin’s neck snapped with a loud pop. His helmet caved inward, and he was thrown across the room,

smashing into the heavy iron door before slumping to the floor, completely dead.

[Target Eliminated. EXP Gained.]

Sebastian turned his weeping porcelain mask toward the holographic screen.

Grigori and Jin were watching the entire thing in absolute silence. The arrogant, holy colonizers looked genuinely disturbed.

”I told you,” Sebastian’s buzzing, static-filled voice echoed. ”There is no honor here. There are no fair fights. You sent five guys to kill a glitch. Now I’m just cleaning out my recycling bin.”

The remaining three assassins backed away.

Their professional composure was completely shattered. They were Level 80 killers who had murdered entire guilds, but they had never seen anything like this. They had never fought something that treated them like absolute garbage.

”He’s not a player!” one of the assassins yelled, his voice cracking with terror. ”We can’t deal damage to him! Run!”

They turned to sprint for the door, completely forgetting their mission. They just wanted to survive.

They didn’t make it. Sebastian wasn’t going to let them log out. The execution had just begun.

The cramped bedroom of Corbin’s bunker was a literal slaughterhouse.

Sebastian stood in the center of the room, still wearing his towering, horrific ’Glitch’ form. He dropped Vane’s severed arm onto the floor with a wet thud.

Two of the remaining three assassins were already dead. When they tried to run, Sebastian had simply engaged his [Gravity Domain] again, localizing the gravity specifically on their boots. He cranked the weight to a hundred tons. Their feet were glued to the floor, and the sheer momentum of their sprinting torsos caused them to literally snap themselves in half.

Their bodies lay in the corner, dissolving into grey, pixelated ash.

Only two men were left alive in the room.

Vane, who was currently bleeding out on the floor, clutching the massive hole where his left shoulder used to be. And the final assassin, who was backed into the furthest corner of the room, shaking so violently his shadow-mesh armor was rattling against the concrete wall.

Sebastian walked slowly toward the uninjured assassin. His boots squelched in the pooling digital blood.

”P-please,” the assassin stammered, dropping his daggers. He held his hands up in a desperate surrender. ”I yield! I submit! Just let me log out! Please!”

”I don’t accept surrenders,” Sebastian buzzed, his voice a terrifying mess of overlapping audio files. ”But I do need a mailman.”

Sebastian didn’t pull a weapon. He just raised his heavy, static-covered boot.

He brought it down directly onto the assassin’s right knee.

CRUNCH!

The digital bone snapped instantly. But Sebastian didn’t just break it. He pushed his foot forward, violently forcing the knee joint to bend completely backward.

”GAAAAAAH!” the assassin shrieked, collapsing onto his back as his leg folded the wrong way.

Sebastian casually stepped on the man’s left knee and repeated the process.

SNAP!

”Oh God! Stop! Stop!” the man sobbed, clutching his ruined legs. His health bar plummeted, flashing a dangerous, blinking red. He was completely crippled, unable to stand, unable to run.

Sebastian leaned down. He brought his cracked, weeping porcelain mask just inches away from the sobbing assassin’s face.

The black, oily tears dripped from Sebastian’s empty eye sockets, splashing onto the man’s visor.

”Listen to me very closely,” Sebastian whispered. The static in his voice vanished, replaced by a cold, absolute clarity that was somehow even more terrifying.