GLOBAL AWAKENING: My 10,000x Exp Multiplier-Chapter 66: []The Vultun Herald, Higher Civilization Tech
The ruined ash choked streets of Sovereign City were dead silent, serving as a quiet battleground for the clash of two entirely different realities.
On one side stood Vahn Ryker, a man draped in a simple black jacket, holding the absolute administrative authority of the Chronos Spire.
On the other stood Zarek of Vultun, a sleek hyper advanced herald from a Tier 2 civilization, possessing technology that was completely beyond human understanding.
"Administrative rights?" The synthesized voice of the Vultun Herald echoed with cold amusement.
The silver featureless visor of his helmet locked onto Vahn. A faint hum of scanning telemetry washed over the area.
"My sensors read your biological output. You are a Level 1 entity possessing zero base magical augmentations. You are a strange glitch in a dying server. You hold no authority here."
"Your sensors are terribly outdated," Vahn replied smoothly.
He didn’t drop into a combat stance. He simply stood with his hands in his pockets, his posture entirely relaxed.
"They measure brute force and mana pools. They fail to measure the underlying code of the universe."
"Then allow me to demonstrate the superiority of the Vultun Empire," Zarek stated flatly.
The alien didn’t draw a sword or chant a spell. He simply raised his hand.
The two massive floating metallic gauntlets hovering above his shoulders snapped forward, aligning perfectly with a ruined ten story skyscraper a hundred meters to Vahn’s left.
"Observe the weakness of your world," Zarek commanded.
A blinding perfectly silent beam of pale blue energy erupted from the gauntlets.
It didn’t explode when it hit the skyscraper. There was no loud explosion, no fiery detonation.
The beam simply struck the steel and concrete, and the building began to rapidly dissolve! The atomic bonds of the structure were being forcefully unwritten.
In less than three seconds, the entire skyscraper was reduced to a fine cloud of dust.
Aria gasped, taking a horrified step back. Her healing aura flared defensively, but her emerald eyes were wide with terror. She looked like she had seen a ghost at this time.
"Vahn, that isn’t magic. It didn’t interact with the Spire’s physics engine at all. It just deleted the physical matter. My restorative spells can’t heal atomic deconstruction!"
Sia Vance gritted her teeth, her knuckles turning white as she gripped her Mythic tier obsidian shield. She stepped squarely in front of Vahn and Aria, planting her heavy boots into the asphalt.
"Commander. My kinetic redirection matrix relies on absorbing physical or thermal impact. If that beam bypasses kinetic force, my shield will not hold. Requesting permission to engage in close quarters combat to prevent a ranged volley."
"Stand down, Sia," Vahn said softly, placing a calming authoritative hand on the Vanguard’s tense shoulder.
"Charging an enemy who wields atomic disruption is suicidal. You are an unbreakable wall, but I will not let you throw yourself at a vaporizer."
"A wise decision, primitive," Zarek mocked, the floating gauntlets swiveling to aim directly at Vahn’s chest.
"Your medieval shields are useless against molecular attacks. Your world is Rank F. You are insects armed with sticks, trying to fight a supernova. Surrender the localized data core of this city, or I will unwrite your existence."
Vahn let out a long weary sigh. He stepped around Sia, completely exposing himself to the lethal alien weaponry.
He looked at the Herald, his deep purple eyes flaring with a bright blue light. His Verdant Chronos Sight violently engaged, breaking down the pale blue energy humming within the alien’s gauntlets.
This was bad. This was really, really bad.
It wasn’t magic, true. It was highly advanced science. But to the System Administrator, science and magic were just different coding languages running on the same hardware.
"You rely on the sophistication of your civilization’s toys," Vahn observed, his tone dropping into the cold voice of the Architect.
"You believe your technology places you above the rules of this planet. But you are failing to understand a fundamental truth of the Galactic Arena, Zarek."
The alien’s gauntlets whined, the pale blue energy peaking. "And what truth is that?"
"You are still playing in my server," Vahn declared.
"Eradicate," Zarek ordered.
The twin beams of atomic disruption fired, crossing the gap between them at the speed of light. To a normal human, the attack was completely unavoidable. It was instantaneous death!
But Vahn didn’t try to dodge. He didn’t summon his Mythic dagger. He didn’t rely on the physical durability of his avatar. He relied on his permissions.
’System,’ Vahn commanded internally, processing the incoming threat in a fraction of a millisecond. ’Target: Foreign energy beam. Identify structural composition. Initiate localized firewall override. Convert atomic destabilization into raw, inert data.’
[System Alert]
↳ Architect Permission Granted
↳ 2,000,000 EXP Consumed
↳ Altering localized physics engine
The pale blue beams struck Vahn squarely in the chest.
Aria screamed, lunging forward, fully expecting the man she loved to dissolve into ash. But the terrible destruction never came.
The beams hit Vahn’s cheap jacket and instantly shattered, refracting into a harmless shower of glowing blue pixels that drifted lazily to the asphalt.
Vahn stood perfectly still, entirely unharmed, brushing a stray pixel from his shoulder.
The Vultun Herald froze! His internal systems short circuited. The mechanical hum of his nano armor stuttered, his internal targeting systems desperately trying to compute the impossibility of what had just occurred.
"Error. Target physical composition is unregistered. Defensive matrix defies molecular logic. How did you survive?"
"I didn’t block it," Vahn explained smoothly, offering a dark smile that promised absolute ruin. "I simply revoked your weapon’s permission to deal damage. Your tech is impressive, Zarek. But in my domain, your gun is just a flashlight."
Zarek stumbled back, genuine panic bleeding into his synthesized voice. "Impossible! You are a Rank F primitive! You do not possess the computational capacity to hack Vultun engineering!"
"Then let me show you exactly what a primitive can do," Vahn whispered.
He didn’t wait for the alien to recalibrate. Vahn engaged his fifty points of base Agility, his boots cracking the asphalt as he launched himself forward.
To the highly advanced sensors of the Vultun armor, Vahn simply vanished. He crossed the fifty meter gap in a blur of dark motion, completely bypassing the Herald’s reaction speed.
Vahn appeared directly in front of the alien. He drew the Soul Bound Shadow Blade in a smooth motion, the legendary dagger humming with hungry violet energy.
He didn’t aim for the heavy nano plating on the alien’s chest. He aimed for the glowing blue power core embedded in the suit’s collar.
With a brutal surgical thrust, Vahn drove the pitch black blade deep into the extraterrestrial machinery.
The system didn’t just register kinetic damage. It registered a complete data wipe. The alien tech shrieked as the Shadow Blade began to devour its foundational code, setting the stage to completely dismantle the first invader of the Galactic Arena.
