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

He didn’t hesitate. He opened his green Admin UI, pulling up the locked module at the very bottom of his interface.

[Module: Law Synthesis]

[Status: Locked]

[Requirement: 10,000,000 Units of Raw Source Code.]

Sebastian placed both of his hands flat against the four glowing orbs.

”System,” Sebastian commanded, his voice vibrating with absolute, unyielding authority.

”Initiate Core Consumption. Unlock Law Synthesis.”

BZZZZT!

The system violently shrieked in protest.

Massive, blaring red error windows exploded across his vision. The Ethereal Plane’s underlying architecture fought back, desperately trying to prevent a single user from absorbing the foundational code of multiple realities.

[CRITICAL WARNING: FATAL DATA OVERLOAD.]

[BIOLOGICAL VESSEL CANNOT SUSTAIN MASS ASSIMILATION.]

[ABORT IMMEDIATEY.]

”Shut up and process the math!” Sebastian roared.

He forcefully rammed his 10,000x Nexus Glitch into the transaction. He didn’t just ask the server to accept the code. He violently multiplied his administrative authority by ten thousand, completely overwhelming the system’s firewalls.

The four World Cores instantly liquefied.

They didn’t melt into slag. They turned into pure, blinding streams of colored light. The red, green, gold, and black data shot directly up Sebastian’s arms, plunging straight into his chest.

”GAAAH!” Sebastian grunted, his back arching as the sheer, ungodly volume of code flooded his system.

It felt like swallowing a galaxy. His physical body didn’t change, but his digital avatar felt like it was expanding to the size of a solar system. The red error screens in his vision shattered, forcefully overwritten by a cascading waterfall of bright, pristine green text.

[Massive Source Code Assimilated.] [Processing... Processing... Processing...] [Data Successfully Integrated.]

[System Update Complete.]

The blinding light in the room instantly vanished. The heavy, oppressive gravity normalized. The temperature dropped back to a cool, comfortable level.

The four World Cores were entirely gone.

Sebastian stood at the table, panting heavily.

He wiped a streak of sweat from his forehead.

He looked at his hands. They weren’t glitching. They were perfectly stable.

He looked up at his UI.

The padlock icon hovering over the bottom module was gone.

[Module: Law Synthesis]

[Status: UNLOCKED]

[Description: The Sovereign of Laws is no longer bound by the existing physics of the Ethereal Plane. The user may now permanently fuse two maxed-out Conceptual Laws to author entirely new, undocumented rules of reality.

Warning: Synthesis permanently burns Source Code as fuel.]

”I did it,” Sebastian whispered, a dark, victorious smile spreading across his face.

He didn’t just have a massive mana pool anymore. He wasn’t just manipulating gravity or space. The system had officially granted him the tools of a creator.

”What happened?” Gwen asked nervously, keeping her distance from the table. ”Did it work? Did you get the upgrade?”

”Yeah,” Sebastian turned around, his silver eyes glowing with an intense, terrifying clarity.

”The 10,000x multiplier just mutated. It doesn’t just evolve basic skills into concepts anymore. It lets me smash those concepts together.”

He cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing loudly in the quiet bunker.

”I don’t have to play by the Void’s rules anymore,” Sebastian stated coldly. ”I’m going to write my own patch notes. And the first rule I’m writing is the one that wakes up Valerie.”

...

The underground bunker of Outpost Rust was dead silent, save for the heavy, rhythmic panting of Sebastian. The glowing green and blue hybrid UI hovered perfectly in his vision, clear and entirely free of the terrifying Void Toxicity errors that had plagued him just moments ago.

He stood before the scarred metal workbench, leaning his weight against it. The four World Cores he had just violently assimilated were gone, completely absorbed into his digital meat-suit. In their place, a new, god-tier module pulsed at the bottom of his interface.

[Module: Law Synthesis] [Status: UNLOCKED]

[Available Source Code: 10,000,000 / 10,000,000 Units]

Sebastian let out a long, exhausted breath.

He wiped a mixture of sweat and digital blood from his forehead. His thirty-percent synchronized muscles felt like they were made of vibrating titanium, humming with the raw, foundational data of four dead planets.

”Alright,” Sebastian whispered, a dark, completely unhinged smile spreading across his pale face. ”Let’s write some patch notes.”

He didn’t hesitate. He mentally tapped the glowing synthesis module.

BING!

A massive, incredibly complex interface expanded across his entire field of vision. It didn’t look like a standard spell-crafting menu.

It looked like the developer console for the entire universe. Hundreds of empty slots hovered around a central, glowing crucible.

On the left side of his vision, a long list of the concepts and skills he had acquired throughout his hellish journey populated the screen.

”Boss,” Corbin squeaked from the corner of the room. The rogue code-smith was huddled behind a server rack, his hands trembling as he clutched a hydro-spanner like a lifeline.

”What are you doing? The localized mana pressure in your body is off the charts. If you sneeze right now, you’re going to blow a hole in the space leviathan’s skull.”

”I’m perfectly stable, stubby,” Sebastian deadpanned, not taking his silver-tinged eyes off the interface. ”I’m just doing a little math.”

”Math doesn’t usually make the air smell like burning copper,” Gwen muttered. The smuggler was standing near the ruined blast doors, her kinetic pistols holstered but her hands resting nervously on the grips. She watched Sebastian with a mixture of absolute awe and deeply ingrained survival instinct.

”Whatever you’re cooking up in that glitched head of yours, Seattle, you better make it fast.

We just pissed off the biggest religious cult in the Juncture.”

”I know,” Sebastian replied coldly. ”That’s why I need a really big flyswatter.”

He turned his attention back to the synthesis menu. To save Valerie from the system’s hard-coded death-lock, he needed to author a brand new law of reality. But he couldn’t just type ’Valerie wakes up’ and hit enter. The Ethereal Plane operated on absolute, brutal logic. He needed to combine existing concepts to create a new rule that the server’s physics engine could actually process.

He scrolled through his available concepts.

He skipped past [Absolute Zero]. He bypassed [Spatial Reflection]. He needed something that could handle a massive, heavily armored army of arrogant Saints.

His eyes locked onto two specific files.

The first was the [Concept of Mass]. He had ripped it from the raw code of the Juncture Scavenger. It gave him the absolute authority over physical weight and density.

The second was the [Concept of Decay]. He had extracted it from the necrotic breath of the Level 80 Void Leviathan he had punched to dust back on Server 404. It was the fundamental mathematical certainty of entropy. The rule that all things, no matter how strong or well-built, eventually break down.

”These will do,” Sebastian murmured.

He mentally grabbed the [Concept of Mass] and dragged it into the left slot of the glowing crucible.

[Input 1: Conceptual Law - Concept of Mass]

He grabbed the [Concept of Decay] and dragged it into the right slot.

[Input 2: Conceptual Law - Concept of Decay]

The moment the two concepts locked into place, the central crucible began to spin. It glowed with a terrifying, violent mixture of heavy brown and sickly green light.

[Initiate Synthesis?]

[Cost: 10,000,000 Units of Raw Source Code.]

[Warning: This process permanently burns foundational data. Extreme physical and neurological strain imminent. Proceed?]

”Do it,” Sebastian commanded.

He hit ”Fuse.”

BZZZZT!

The reaction wasn’t just digital. It was catastrophically physical.

”GAAAAAH!” Sebastian roared, his back violently arching as he fell to his knees on the concrete floor.

It felt like someone had jammed a live power cable directly into his brainstem while simultaneously pouring boiling acid over his frontal lobe. The UI didn’t just burn the Source Code; it channeled the raw, explosive energy of four entire deleted realities straight through his neural pathways to forge the new law.

The bunker completely lost its mind.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Every single glass monitor in Corbin’s lab shattered simultaneously. The heavy steel server banks whined in absolute agony, thick plumes of black smoke pouring from their cooling vents as the ambient magical pressure in the room skyrocketed to impossible levels.

”Holy shit!” Gwen screamed, diving behind the leather couch and covering her head as sparks rained down from the ceiling.

”He’s going critical! He’s going critical!”

Corbin shrieked, pressing himself flat against the wall.

Sebastian couldn’t hear them. He couldn’t hear anything over the deafening, roaring sound of his own mind being forcefully expanded. His thirty-percent synchronized muscles locked up, turning as rigid as solid iron. His skin glowed with a blinding, terrifying white light, the silver runic scars on his arms burning so bright they looked like they were going to melt right through his flesh.

He was literally digesting the hearts of four planets to write a single line of code.

[Processing Synthesis...]

[Data Integration at 20%... 50%... 85%...]

[Neural Pathways Reconstructing.]

Blood poured freely from Sebastian’s nose and ears, dripping onto the floor and instantly vaporizing into hissing steam. Even with his pain receptors deleted, the sheer, unadulterated volume of data being shoved into his biological hard drive was absolute torture.