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

He locked onto a high-tier spatial manipulation spell he had barely used since the Vanguard Arena.

[Tier 8 Spell: Spatial Confinement]

It was a spell designed to lock a single player in an invisible, five-foot box. It was meant for duels.

”Multiplier,” Sebastian commanded.

The 10,000x Nexus Glitch aggressively woke up. It grabbed the simple concept of a tiny, invisible box and forcefully shoved it through ten thousand simulated lifetimes of spatial engineering. It warped the code, stretched the parameters, and fundamentally broke the spell’s intended limitations.

[Evolution Requirement Met. Spatial Confinement evolves to Conceptual Law: Absolute Confinement.]

He grabbed the newly minted law and threw it into the second slot of the synthesis crucible.

[Input 2: Conceptual Law - Absolute Confinement]

The crucible began to violently spin. It glowed with a terrifying, heavy mixture of dark purple and deep black light. The server groaned in protest, the underlying architecture struggling to process the sheer mathematical absurdity of what Sebastian was trying to build.

[Initiate Synthesis?][Cost: 5,000,000 Units of Raw Source Code.][Warning: This process will generate localized spatial instability. Proceed?]

”Fuse,” Sebastian snarled.

BZZZZT!

The agony was instantaneous. Sebastian’s back violently arched as his internal code was used as the anvil to forge the new law. The green static making up his physical rendering wildly flickered, his arms and legs violently shuddering as the massive data load scorched his neural pathways.

He opened his eyes. The Void Locusts were inches away. A massive, rusted mandible was currently closing around his waist, the white-hot deletion field perfectly poised to bite him in half.

[Synthesis Complete.] [New Conceptual Law Authored: Law of Spatial Collapse.]

Sebastian didn’t dodge. He just smiled behind his mask.

”Down boy,” Sebastian whispered.

He activated the Law.

He didn’t target a single bug. He didn’t even aim. He simply drew a massive, invisible circle in his mind, encompassing a sector of the Juncture that was roughly the size of a solar system.

And then, he told the space inside that circle to fold.

VWOOOOOOM!

The sound was absolutely breathtaking. It wasn’t an explosion. It was the deep, resonant, impossibly heavy sound of a vacuum violently collapsing in on itself.

The Locust that was about to bite Sebastian completely froze. It didn’t willingly stop. It was violently, aggressively yanked backward.

”SKREEEEEECH!”

A billion data-eating monsters simultaneously shrieked as the very fabric of reality they were swimming through turned against them.

The [Law of Spatial Collapse] took the [Concept of Mass] and the [Concept of Confinement] and created a localized singularity with a boundary. The edges of the solar-system-sized sector suddenly gained infinite density, and then rapidly, catastrophically shrank toward the absolute dead center.

The visual was completely mind-bending. The dark purple smog, the floating debris of the dead Leviathan, and billions of battleship-sized Locusts were dragged toward a single, microscopic point in space.

It looked like someone had thrown a cosmic bedsheet over the entire swarm and was forcefully violently pulling the corners tight.

The physics of it were horrific.

As the space condensed, the Locusts were slammed into each other. These were creatures built of heavy, rusted server racks and thick armor. They didn’t compress easily.

CRUNCH! SNAP! SQUELCH!

The sickening, overlapping sounds of billions of tons of metal and meat being forcefully mashed together echoed through the void. It was a deafening, apocalyptic symphony of destruction. Carapaces shattered like dry glass. Massive, fifty-foot legs were snapped and pulverized into dust. The glowing, highly pressurized green acidic blood of the bugs erupted, only to be instantly sucked back into the crushing gravity well.

”Holy shit,” Sebastian breathed, hovering safely outside the event horizon of his own spell. He watched the absolute carnage with a mix of clinical fascination and deep satisfaction.

The massive swarm was squeezed tighter and tighter. Entire mountains of rusted iron and biological sludge were compressed down to the size of a planet. Then the size of a moon. Then the size of a city.

The sheer friction of the collapsing mass ignited. The giant ball of compressed bugs glowed with a blinding, searing white heat, effectively cooking the Locusts in their own acidic juices as they were crushed.

In less than ten seconds, the screaming entirely stopped.

The massive, solar-system-wide threat had been completely, utterly neutralized.

The localized gravity well stabilized, the invisible borders of the spell locking into place. The blinding white light slowly faded, cooling down to a dull, bruised purple.

Sebastian floated forward.

Hovering perfectly in the dead center of the empty void was the result of his math.

It was a perfectly smooth, completely spherical marble. It was about the size of a bowling ball. It was pitch black, dripping with thick, congealed green acid and tiny, pulverized specks of rusted iron.

It weighed roughly a trillion tons.

”Well,” Sebastian muttered, reaching out and gently tapping the hyper-dense sphere with a finger wrapped in [Gravity Domain] to prevent his hand from being crushed. ”That’s one way to take out the trash.”

He grabbed the dripping, horrific marble and casually tossed it into his bottomless digital inventory.

He dusted his hands off on his black coat. The Juncture was completely clear. The path to Earth was secure. He had bought them time. But he knew the Void wasn’t dead. It was just regrouping.

He turned his masked face back toward the distant, glowing golden dome of Server 894.

”I did my part, Princess,” Sebastian whispered to the empty dark. ”Now it’s your turn.”

Earth was safe.

For the first time since the Great Merge had violently ripped the planet out of its normal reality and plunged it into the meat grinder of the Ethereal Plane, the sky was completely clear. The dark, bruised-purple cosmic smog was gone. The horrifying silhouettes of Vanguard dreadnoughts and Void Titans no longer blotted out the sun.

Wrapping the entire globe in a warm, protective embrace was the golden, impenetrable firewall of the Sovereign’s Aegis.

It was a beautiful, perfect day.

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