SSS Ranked Talent: I Can Upgrade My Skills Infinitely-Chapter 183: System Synchronization

"Admin Override. Target: Spatial Coordinates surrounding hostile entities. Action: Isolate and Compress."

[Processing Admin Request...]

[Executing Spatial Quarantine.]

Just as the first thousand dragons detonated, unleashing columns of nuclear fire, the space around them folded inward. Alvian conjured thousands of localized [Void-Mirror Aegis] spheres, not around himself, but around the exploding monsters.

The sky turned into a horrifying mosaic of contained destruction. Within thousands of transparent, violet bubbles, dragons exploded into ash and plasma. The spheres trembled, expanding and contracting violently as the unimaginable kinetic force fought against Alvian’s will.

Blood leaked from Alvian’s nose. His [Chaos Body] groaned under the strain of manually holding the physics of a server together. The mana drain was astronomical, pulling directly from the [Tear of the Infinite] until the artifact burned white-hot in his chest.

"Hold," Alvian gritted his teeth, veins bulging against his pale skin. "You do not get to break my city."

One by one, the spheres stabilized. The explosive energy, having nowhere to go, collapsed in on itself, turning the trapped plasma into harmless, dense marbles of charred code. The spheres popped, dropping the marbles to the ocean floor like a rain of black hail.

The ocean fell perfectly, terrifyingly silent.

The immediate game-world threat was neutralized. The Draconic Legion was gone. The Syndicate had fled. Azureus stood whole, its spires gleaming against the fading red hue of the sky.

Alvian drifted down to the main balcony of the Royal Palace. His boots touched the pristine marble. He swayed slightly, the adrenaline and admin-level processing crashing all at once.

Valeria was there instantly. She didn’t say a word. She just stepped into his space, her shoulder pressing firmly under his arm to steady him. He leaned into her warmth, the cold, mechanical hum of his Void aura softening in the presence of her golden Titan energy. He could feel her pulse, rapid but steady, anchoring him to the present moment.

"It’s over," she whispered, her eyes tracking the falling ash.

"The game is secure," Alvian corrected, his breathing shallow. He looked at the sky, where the green traces of the Syndicate’s extraction portal were fading. "But the real world is still burning. They retreated to Earth."

He turned to look at her, noticing the fatigue etched into her beautiful features.

"It’s time to log out, Valeria," Alvian said softly. "The real war is waiting."

—-

The transition from Gods Domain to the physical reality of Earth was always jarring, a sudden shift from infinite potential to biological limitation. But this time, it was not a transition. It was an invasion. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"System. Initiate Disconnect," Alvian commanded.

The blue and violet hues of the Royal Palace dissolved into a blinding white light. Then came the pain.

Alvian’s eyes snapped open in the darkness of his cramped, dingy Earth apartment. The stale, recycled air of the city slums hit his lungs like sandpaper. He gasped, choking on the sheer inadequacy of oxygen. He tried to sit up, but his body seized violently.

[System Alert: Forced Synchronization Initiated.]

In the game, Alvian had consumed the [Star-Core Pill], an item of divine grade that had completely rewritten his digital DNA into the [Chaos Body]. The VR pod, designed to safely translate neural feedback, was suddenly flooded with a data package it could not contain. The system wasn’t just downloading memories; it was downloading physics.

Alvian screamed, but his throat locked. He thrashed against the gel-padding of the VR pod as his frail, malnourished Earth body began to rapidly reconstruct.

His bones snapped and popped, thickening with an impossible density. His muscle fibers tore themselves apart and re-knitted in fractions of a second, layering over each other like steel cables. The agonizing heat of a dying star radiated from his core, burning away the weakness of twenty years of poverty. The veins on his arms pulsed with a faint, violet light, visible even in the dim glow of the apartment’s neon signs filtering through the blinds.

It lasted for three minutes of uninterrupted agony.

When the synchronization finally completed, the VR pod’s glass canopy shattered outward, unable to withstand the sudden spike in localized gravity.

Alvian sat up, coughing up a mouthful of stagnant fluid. He placed a hand on the edge of the pod and pushed himself out. The metal crumpled under his grip like wet paper. He stumbled, catching his balance on the cheap plaster wall. His fingers sank an inch into the concrete without resistance.

[Synchronization Complete. Physique: Chaos Body established. Stats adjusted to physical plane threshold.]

He looked at his hands in the dim light. They were no longer the scarred, thin hands of a desperate veteran. They were flawless, pale, and thrumming with a contained, terrifying kinetic potential. He was a god crammed into a shoebox.

"Valeria," Alvian rasped, his newly forged vocal cords adjusting to the air.

If he had undergone this level of synchronization, she had too. She had survived the crushing depths of the Abyssal Trench and claimed the [Titan Bloodline].

He didn’t bother changing clothes. He grabbed a heavy trench coat from a chair, threw it over his shoulders, and kicked the apartment door open. It flew off its hinges, embedding itself into the wall of the hallway opposite his room. Alvian didn’t look back.

The streets of the city were a chaotic mess of blaring sirens and terrified screams, but Alvian moved through the shadows with the instinct of an apex predator. He bounded over chain-link fences, his [Speed] stat translating into terrifying, silent leaps across rooftops.

He reached the designated safe house—an abandoned warehouse in the industrial sector—in less than ten minutes. The heavy steel door was locked.

Alvian reached out, intending to gently pry the locking mechanism open. He gripped the handle and pulled.

With a screech of tearing metal, the entire steel frame, along with a chunk of the brick wall, ripped free in his hand. He stood there, holding a five-hundred-pound slab of reinforced steel like it was a piece of cardboard, blinking in genuine surprise.