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

”Well,” Sebastian muttered, his voice a corrupted buzz of overlapping audio files. ”That was definitely one way to clear my schedule.”

He slowly turned his masked head.

Hovering just a few yards away in the dark, swirling purple smog was a single, brilliant pillar of pure blue light. It was the astral tether. It was the only clean, uncorrupted thing in a sector filled with millions of tons of floating garbage.

And stepping out of that light, looking like a ghost made of starlight, was Valerie.

Her Astral Avatar was completely translucent, radiating a soft, warm glow that aggressively pushed back the toxic ambient radiation of the Juncture. She didn’t have her physical body here. She was just raw, unfiltered soul-data projected across millions of miles of empty space from the basement of Sanctuary.

She looked exhausted. Her glowing blue eyes were wide, taking in the sheer, apocalyptic scale of the destruction floating around them. She looked at the rusted chunks of city-sized dreadnoughts. She looked at the ocean of gray ash. And then, she looked at him.

Sebastian suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious. Which was a ridiculous emotion for a digital god who had just eaten an armada to feel.

”You look terrible,” Valerie whispered. Her voice carried perfectly through the tether, bypassing the vacuum of space to ring directly in his mind. It was soft, strained, and filled with a profound, heavy relief.

”I’ve had better hair days,” Sebastian admitted, his static-laced shoulders slumping slightly. ”You should see the other ten thousand guys, though. They’re literally dust.”

Valerie didn’t laugh. She just floated closer, entirely ignoring the terrifying, jagged green wireframes snapping around his chaotic form. She moved into the immediate airspace of his 99% Error Accumulation. The ambient toxicity of his glitched avatar hissed and spat, desperately trying to corrupt her pristine data.

But her pure, uncorrupted Earth-mana acted as an absolute shield. The blue light flared, aggressively batting away the dark static. She wasn’t just surviving his corruption; she was creating a tiny, localized safe zone right in the middle of hell.

She stopped right in front of his massive, chained chest. She reached up, her small, translucent hands hovering inches from the cracked porcelain mask that served as his face. Thick streams of black, oily digital blood dripped from the empty eye sockets, sizzling as they hit the invisible barrier of her astral light.

”You’re a total mess, Seattle,” Valerie said softly, her voice cracking.

”I’m highly optimized,” Sebastian corrected, though the metallic distortion in his voice completely ruined the deadpan delivery. ”I just need a quick reboot. Maybe a software patch. And a really, really long nap.”

He wanted to hug her. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and just hold onto the only real thing in this entire, stupid, gamified universe. But he couldn’t.

He was a walking singularity of raw, unadulterated malware. She was a fragile projection of soul-data. If he touched her with his current physical rendering, the sheer density of his corrupted code would instantly shred her astral form like wet tissue paper. It would travel back down the tether and fry her physical brain in the Sanctuary medical ward.

Sebastian looked down at his massive, static-filled hands. He clenched his fists, the green wireframes violently sparking.

”System,” Sebastian commanded, his internal UI flaring to life behind his void-eyes.

He didn’t pull up a weapon. He didn’t queue up a massive area-of-effect spell. He accessed the foundational physics engine of his own localized domain. He grabbed the [Concept of Mass] and cross-referenced it with [Absolute Confinement].

He wasn’t building a weapon. He was building a pair of gloves.

He painstakingly, carefully edited the collision physics of his own hands. He forcefully quarantined the Error code, pushing the catastrophic malware deep into his core files and wrapping the outer layer of his digital skin in a perfectly smooth, frictionless hard-light construct. He essentially built a mathematical hazmat suit just for his palms.

It was an incredibly delicate, exhausting piece of on-the-fly coding. It cost him thousands of units of his hoarded Source Code just to maintain the paradox of touching a hologram without deleting it.

”What are you doing?” Valerie asked, watching the jagged static on his hands slowly smooth out into a solid, matte-black texture.

”Give me a second. I’m adjusting my settings,” Sebastian grunted, the effort making the red runes on his chest flare painfully. ”I don’t want to accidentally un-render you.”

The static finally settled. His hands looked almost human again, clad in the familiar black leather gloves of his old Drifter outfit, even though the rest of his eight-foot-tall body was still a terrifying, swirling mass of glitching code.

Sebastian slowly reached out. He was incredibly careful, his hyper-optimized brain calculating every single millimeter of distance to ensure the kinetic impact was absolutely zero.

He placed his hands on her glowing, translucent shoulders.

It worked. The Ethereal Plane’s physics engine accepted the edit. His hands didn’t pass through her. They didn’t burn her. They rested solidly against the astral projection, feeling the faint, warm hum of the Earth-mana keeping her alive.

Valerie let out a shaky breath. She didn’t hesitate. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his massive, static-filled waist. She pressed the side of her glowing face against his chest, right over the jagged red error runes.

Sebastian exhaled, a long, stuttering sound of absolute relief. He slowly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

It was a profoundly haunting visual. A terrifying, towering god of black code and weeping blood holding a fragile, glowing ghost of pure blue light. They stood entirely alone in a cosmic graveyard, surrounded by the pulverized ash of an entire religious crusade and the floating, rusted husks of dead warships.

”You did it,” Valerie whispered, her voice muffled against his coat of shadows. ”Earth is locked down. The barrier is up. The Vanguard is gone.”

”Yeah,” Sebastian murmured, resting his masked chin on the top of her head. ”I filed a very aggressive noise complaint. I think they got the message.”

”You’re an idiot,” she laughed, though it sounded more like a sob. ”I told you to run. You took on a whole fleet. You could have been permanently deleted.”

”I did the math, Princess,” Sebastian lied smoothly. ”I had it completely under control. It was just a lot of heavy lifting.”

”I felt your code unzipping, Sebastian,” Valerie retorted, pulling back slightly to look up into his empty, pitch-black eye sockets. The corporate heiress wasn’t buying his casual survivor act. ”I felt you hit ninety-nine percent Error. You were literally tearing your own soul apart to rewrite the server rules.”

Sebastian was quiet for a moment. He reached up with a thumb, gently wiping a stray tear of blue light from her cheek.

”The rules sucked,” he said simply. ”They put a death-lock on your file. They tried to make it so that if I saved the planet, I lost you. I wasn’t going to accept those terms and conditions.”

Valerie stared at him, her blue eyes shining with a fierce, unyielding devotion. She knew exactly what kind of monster he had become to pull this off. She had watched him turn men into bloody cubes and age gods into dust. But right now, she didn’t care.

”You really hate playing by the rules, don’t you?” she whispered.

”I prefer making my own,” Sebastian smiled beneath the porcelain mask. ”And my first rule is that nobody touches my stuff. Including my incredibly bossy, over-worked guild master.”

They just held each other in the dark. For a few, precious minutes, the Ethereal Plane didn’t matter. The levels, the stats, the endless, grinding survival of the apocalypse completely faded away. There was no system interface demanding their attention. There were no hit points to manage. There was just the quiet, profound intimacy of two people who had literally broken the universe just to keep each other safe.

”So,” Valerie finally sighed, resting her head back against his chest. ”What now? You just going to float out here in the Juncture forever? Because we need to figure out how to get you back through that golden firewall you built.”

”I’ll figure it out,” Sebastian said, looking over her shoulder at the distant, safe sphere of Earth. ”I just need to compress my data enough so I don’t accidentally crush the planet when I step into the atmosphere. Give me a few days to digest these World Cores, and I’ll be walking through the front door of Sanctuary.”

It was a good plan. It was a logical, pragmatic plan.

But the Ethereal Plane was never that generous.

Before Valerie could respond, the absolute silence of the Juncture violently shattered. It wasn’t a sound that traveled through the vacuum. It was a terrifying, foundational shift in the very fabric of reality.

Sebastian’s head snapped up. His silver void-eyes narrowed.

The comfortable warmth of Valerie’s astral tether suddenly felt very, very cold.

”Sebastian?” Valerie asked, feeling the sudden, rigid tension in his massive frame. ”What is it? Did more Saints show up?”