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

*BING! BING! BING!*

His Administrator UI violently flickered back to life, flooding his vision with massive, cascading windows of deep green and gold text.

[ROOT CIPHER ACCEPTED.]

[Dynamic Synchronization Achieved. Bypassing Blind Spot.]

[Warning: Entering Core Hardware Level. Ethereal Physics Engine Offline.]

[Proceed at your own risk, Administrator Zero.]

”I accept your terms and conditions,” Sebastian snarled.

*CRRRR-UNCH!*

The infinite white wall finally gave way.

A massive, jagged, violently glowing green tear ripped open directly in front of Sebastian. It didn’t look like a neat, organized doorway. It looked like a bleeding, infected wound in the fabric of the universe.

Through the tear, Sebastian didn’t see floating crystal gardens or rivers of blue mana. He saw a stark, terrifyingly real brutalist mega-structure of grinding gears, towering brass pillars, and dark stone. It looked heavy. It looked oppressively physical.

It was the Hardware Level. The Motherboard.

”We’re in,” Sebastian whispered, his chest heaving as the green portal stabilized.

”Sebastian...” Valerie’s voice suddenly cracked. It wasn’t a word; it was a desperate, wet gasp.

Sebastian snapped his head down to look at her.

Her Astral Avatar was violently collapsing. The brilliant blue light of her Earth-mana completely gave out, turning into a dull, sickly gray. The jagged, terrifying lines of static that had been chewing at her legs aggressively shot up her torso.

”Valerie! No!” Sebastian yelled, dropping the green orb and wrapping both of his massive arms tightly around her fading form.

”The Spire... it blew,” Valerie choked out. A massive torrent of red digital blood poured from her mouth, staining his ruined coat. She couldn’t even hold her head up; it fell weakly against his chest. ”I can’t... I can’t hold the line anymore, Seattle.”

”You don’t have to,” Sebastian pleaded, panic entirely overriding his deadpan demeanor. He squeezed her tight, desperately trying to funnel his own raw Source Code into her avatar to keep her stable. ”We’re here! The door is open! Just log off! Disconnect!”

”I’m sorry,” Valerie smiled. It was the faintest, saddest expression he had ever seen. The spark of fierce, corporate defiance in her blue eyes finally, quietly died out. ”I’m going to... need a raincheck on that steak.”

*FZZZT.*

Valerie’s Astral Avatar completely shattered.

She didn’t explode. She just violently dissolved into a cloud of dull, gray, low-resolution pixels. The pixels drifted through his arms, entirely devoid of warmth, and scattered into the cold, dead air of the abyss.

The tether was gone.

Sebastian stood perfectly still on the hard-light bridge. His arms were still wrapped around empty space. The comforting, grounding hum of her presence in his mind was violently, aggressively severed.

He was completely alone.

He didn’t scream. He didn’t drop to his knees and curse the heavens. The Sovereign of Laws simply lowered his arms. His black-gloved hands slowly curled into impossibly tight fists.

The silence on the bridge was absolute. Even the distant, chaotic roaring of the prison riot behind him seemed to fade into nothingness.

He turned his masked face toward the jagged, green tear leading into the Core OS.

”You guys really shouldn’t have done that,” Sebastian whispered.

His voice didn’t have any metallic distortion. It didn’t buzz with static. It was just incredibly, terrifyingly quiet. The red error runes carved into his chest stopped glowing. They burned a fierce, unyielding, blinding white.

Sebastian took a slow, heavy step forward. He crossed the threshold of the infinite white wall, completely abandoning the Ethereal Plane, and stepped directly into the physical reality of the gods.

He wasn’t going to negotiate anymore. He was going to break the machine.

—-

The jagged, violently glowing green tear in the fabric of the universe snapped shut behind Sebastian with a sickening, wet squelch.

*FWOOSH.*

The transition was jarring. There was no magical chime, no soft blue light welcoming him to a new zone. The Ethereal Plane, with its gamified physics, floating health bars, and neatly categorized magical elements, was gone.

Sebastian’s heavy combat boots hit the floor, and the impact sent a brutal, unforgiving shockwave straight up his shins.

*CLANK.*

He stumbled forward, dropping to one knee. He threw his right hand out to catch himself against the ground. The surface wasn’t made of polished obsidian or hard-light. It was cold, rough, unpolished dark stone. It felt gritty and real against his black leather gloves.

”Fuck,” Sebastian gasped, his chest heaving as he stared at the floor.

He was alone.

He looked at his arms. They were empty. Just seconds ago, he had been holding Valerie’s fading, glitching Astral Avatar. He could still feel the phantom warmth of her digital soul pressed against his chest. But the tether had shattered. The connection to Earth was completely severed.

A profound, suffocating emptiness opened up in the center of his chest. It was a cold, terrifying void that had absolutely nothing to do with the malware running through his veins. She was gone. She was lying on a cold marble altar millions of miles away, bleeding from her eyes, and he had no way of knowing if her heart was still beating.

”Don’t be dead, Seattle,” Sebastian whispered into the dark. ”Please, don’t be dead. I’m almost done.”

He forced himself to stand up. His joints popped, but the sound wasn’t the heavy, satisfying crunch of biological steel. It felt stiff. It felt painful.

Sebastian looked around.

The environment was a breathtaking, horrifying testament to brutalist engineering. This was the Motherboard. The Hardware Level.

There were no floating crystal gardens here. There were no rivers of glowing blue mana. It was a sprawling, subterranean mega-structure that looked like the inside of a colossal, fascist clock tower. Massive, towering pillars of tarnished brass stretched up into a ceiling completely lost in shadow. Giant, interlocking iron gears the size of city blocks slowly ground against each other, churning with a deafening, rhythmic mechanical roar.

*SCREEECH... GRIND... CLUNK.*

The air was stiflingly thick. It didn’t smell like ozone or magic. It smelled like raw, burnt motor oil, oxidized copper, and stale sweat.

Sebastian opened his mouth to take a deep breath, and immediately coughed.

”Jesus,” Sebastian grumbled, waving a hand in front of his cracked porcelain mask. ”The creators of the universe need to invest in some basic ventilation. This place smells like a cheap auto mechanic’s garage.”

He tried to open his green, corrupted Administrator UI. He needed a map. He needed to find the central processing unit of this dump.

*BZZZT.*

A pathetic, flickering green square popped up in his vision, heavily distorted by gray static.

[Error: Network Connection Offline.]

[Hardware Level Detected. Ethereal Physics Engine: UNAVAILABLE.]

The screen violently short-circuited and vanished.

”Right. No software in the hardware room,” Sebastian muttered.

His cheat codes were offline. The reality-bending [Concept of Mass] and his [Law of Rotting Gravity] were software commands. Out here, in the base reality of the Architects, he couldn’t just open a developer console and delete a wall. He was entirely reliant on the dense, thirty-percent physical synchronization that had permanently altered his biological meat-suit. He was just a really, really strong guy in a torn leather coat.

Before he could take a step forward into the labyrinth of brass and stone, the entire mega-structure violently shuddered.

*THOOOOOM.*

It wasn’t a mechanical gear shifting. It was a deep, resonating vibration that shook the dust from the dark stone ceiling.

Then, the ambient lighting of the Motherboard changed. The dim, flickering yellow utility lights lining the brass pillars abruptly died. In their place, a pure, blinding, sterile white light began to pulse from the very walls themselves.

It was a slow, terrifying rhythm. Like a heart pumping bleach.

*BEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEP!*

An alarm began to wail. It wasn’t the sound of a standard Ethereal Plane warning. It was a harsh, ear-splitting, analog siren that physically hurt Sebastian’s eardrums.

A voice echoed through the sprawling, grinding cavern. It didn’t broadcast telepathically into his mind like the Archons. It blasted from massive, unseen physical speakers bolted to the brass pillars. It was the cold, clinical, apathetic voice of Architect Prime.

”ATTENTION. CRITICAL SYSTEM CORRUPTION REACHED.”

Sebastian froze, his silver-tinged void eyes narrowing behind his mask.

”THE EXPERIMENT HAS FAILED. THE LOCALIZED VARIABLES HAVE BECOME HOSTILE TO THE FOUNDATIONAL ARCHITECTURE.”

”Oh, you’re just mad because I broke your front door,” Sebastian shouted at the ceiling, fully aware the machine probably wasn’t listening.

”WARNING,” the voice droned on, completely devoid of emotion or hesitation. ”GENESIS PROTOCOL INITIATED.”

Sebastian’s blood ran entirely cold. The heavy, sarcastic armor he wore instantly evaporated.

”No,” Sebastian whispered. ”You can’t.”

A massive, glowing white holographic projection violently rendered itself in the center of the dark stone corridor ahead of him. It wasn’t a UI screen. It was a hard-light display, projecting a set of massive, digital numbers.

[COMMENCING FULL SYSTEM FORMAT IN: 10:00]

[09:59]

[09:58]

”Ten minutes?!” Sebastian roared, his voice cracking with pure, unfiltered human panic. ”Are you fucking kidding me?! Ten minutes?! I can’t even get a cheap pizza delivered in ten minutes!”