Global Mutation: The Hunger System-Chapter 77: The Ashen Crown
The final fifteen stories of the corporate tower were not a climb; they were a localized extinction event.
As Ren hauled his massive, two-hundred-and-seventy-pound frame up the rusted steel girders, the Aura of the Void expanded upward with him like a rising tide of absolute death. The synthetic jungle that had choked the Old World skyscraper for eight months was violently, systematically erased.
Massive, train-sized vines pulsing with bioluminescent green sap instantly turned a sickly, necrotic black the microsecond they entered his hundred-yard perimeter. The hyper-mutated, diamond-hard bark crystallized and shattered under its own weight. Millions of massive leaves withered into a massive, cascading waterfall of dry, grey ash that rained down endlessly onto the cracked asphalt far below.
Ren moved through the center of the decay with flawless, frictionless silence.
His Level 40 architecture required absolutely zero physical exertion. The dark, iridescent obsidian plates of his Chitin Shell, now perfectly flush with his pitch-black, tungsten-sheened Iron Skin, absorbed the falling ash without a single smudge. He didn’t even need to look at his handholds; his Perception stat automatically mapped the structural integrity of the steel beneath his talons.
Chloe followed exactly ten paces below him, coughing quietly into her thermal blankets as the thick curtain of dead ash washed over her.
She wasn’t climbing through a jungle anymore. She was climbing through a petrified, crumbling fossil. The vibrant, deafening noise of the canopy—the clicking of massive insectoids, the screeching of avian predators—was completely silenced within Ren’s radius. The anomalies didn’t try to attack. They couldn’t. The moment the void touched them, their lungs collapsed, and their high-tier bodies dropped like stones through the dying branches.
Ren reached the jagged, completely shattered remains of the skyscraper’s roof.
He pulled himself over the rusted edge, his heavy combat boots planting firmly onto the cracked Old World concrete.
The roof had been transformed into a colossal, interwoven nesting ground. The thick, mutated flora here had woven into a massive, bowl-shaped crater spanning the entire surface of the building. But because Ren was standing on it, the entire nest was rapidly dying, the thick wooden struts crumbling into dust.
Sitting in the exact center of the decaying nest was the absolute apex of the financial district’s skyline.
The System overlay flashed a stark, blindingly red warning across his retinas.
[Warning: Solar-Aligned Anomaly Detected.] [Crimson-Crown Sun-Eater (Lvl 41)] [Status: Suffocating / Desperate]
The beast was a breathtaking, horrific monument to aerial supremacy. It was a massive, six-winged avian leviathan, easily boasting a wingspan of sixty feet. Its feathers were not biological; they were jagged, overlapping blades of pure, hyper-condensed thermal mana, burning with a blinding, white-hot intensity. Its head resembled a heavily armored pterodactyl, crowned with a jagged crest of glowing red crystal.
It was designed to absorb the raw, unfiltered radiation of the sun above the canopy.
But right now, the Level 41 apex predator was drowning.
The Aura of the Void was violently siphoning the thermal mana directly out of the beast’s wings. The blinding, white-hot feathers were flickering erratically, dimming into a dull, dying orange. The massive avian shrieked—a deafening, metallic screech of pure, unfiltered panic—as it realized the dark, silent monolith standing at the edge of the roof was actively turning off its life support.
The Sun-Eater didn’t try to fight. Its survival instinct, honed over eight months of dominating the canopy, screamed at it to flee.
It thrust its massive, six-winged span downward, attempting to launch its heavy, armored body into the sky.
"Your localized flight capabilities require an unbroken energy tether," Ren stated, his voice perfectly smooth, entirely devoid of the guttural vibration of a beast. It was the clinical observation of a natural law. "You are currently operating in a vacuum."
The massive bird achieved exactly ten feet of vertical lift before the void completely overtook its biology.
The thermal mana sustaining its massive wings was violently, entirely inhaled by the localized singularity in Ren’s chest. The white-hot feathers instantly shattered into harmless, fading sparks. Deprived of its aerodynamic support and its core energy, the massive, Level 41 leviathan plummeted back down. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
It crashed heavily into the dying, ashen nest, its dense bone structure cracking violently against the Old World concrete beneath the wood.
The beast thrashed wildly, its heavily armored beak snapping at the empty air as its lungs desperately tried to pull ambient mana into a vascular system that was rapidly shutting down.
Ren walked toward the suffocating leviathan.
He didn’t activate his Dash skill. He didn’t drop his center of gravity into a combat stance. He simply strolled across the crumbling ash, his completely solid violet eyes locked onto the massive, thrashing head of the anomaly.
The Sun-Eater saw the pitch-black executioner approaching. In a final, desperate surge of raw survival instinct, it opened its massive, armored beak. It channeled the absolute last reserves of its internal thermal energy, aiming to incinerate the Abyssal Sovereign in a concentrated blast of solar plasma.
A blinding, white-hot beam of pure fire erupted from the beast’s throat.
It never touched Ren.
As the localized solar flare entered the immediate, five-foot perimeter of his physical body, the Aura of the Void simply swallowed it. The blinding plasma was violently stretched, compressed, and inhaled directly into the invisible gravity well of his chest. The massive kinetic and thermal payload completely vanished into the abyss, failing to even warm the air around his flawless, tungsten-sheened skin.
The beast’s eyes widened in absolute, primal terror. It had fired the power of a localized sun, and the dark silhouette hadn’t even blinked.
Ren stopped directly beside the Sun-Eater’s massive, armored skull.
He didn’t use the Rending Claws. He raised his right combat boot. The thick, heavily reinforced rubber sole came down with casual, absolute, undeniable kinetic torque directly onto the side of the beast’s head.
CRACK.
The deafening sound of shattering Level 41 bone echoed across the rooftop. The beast’s massive skull completely caved in, instantly severing its brain stem. The sixty-foot leviathan went completely limp, its massive, featherless wings splayed uselessly across the grey ash.
[Target Dead: Crimson-Crown Sun-Eater (Lvl 41)] [Experience Gained: 285,000]
The massive influx of high-tier experience was silently, flawlessly absorbed by his Level 40 architecture. The deep ocean of his stats barely registered the ripple.
Ren reached down, entirely ignoring the residual, boiling heat radiating from the beast’s ruined neck, and drove his bare, pitch-black hand directly into the creature’s chest cavity. He bypassed the shattered ribs and extracted the core.
It was a staggering, perfectly spherical crystal of blinding, white-hot plasma, easily the size of a human skull. It pulsed with the localized fury of a dying star.
Ren looked at the core. The Gluttony skill in his chest did not roar with uncontrollable hunger. It hummed with a deep, patient gravity. He didn’t need to frantically consume every scrap of energy immediately anymore. He possessed the biological capacity for tactical hoarding.
He slid the massive, white-hot core into a heavy tactical pouch on his leather utility belt, securing the thick nylon flap.
Chloe finally breached the edge of the roof, pulling herself up over the concrete ledge.
She collapsed onto her back, her chest heaving as she ripped the thermal blankets away from her face, greedily gasping the clean, cool evening air that rushed in from above the dead zone.
She rolled over, her night-vision goggles pushed up onto her forehead, and stared at the scene. The massive, sixty-foot carcass of the apex predator lay butchered on the concrete, and the entire, massive rooftop nest was nothing but a sprawling field of fine, grey ash.
Ren stood exactly at the edge of the skyscraper, looking out over the sprawling, overgrown metropolis.
From forty stories up, the true scale of the Old World ruin was finally visible. The city stretched for miles in every direction, a jagged, terrifying landscape of shattered glass, rusted steel, and suffocating green bioluminescence.
But Ren’s solid violet eyes were not looking at the ruins immediately below them.
His Perception stat, heavily boosted by the terrestrial anchor and perfectly tuned to the absolute absence of mana, had locked onto a massive, localized irregularity exactly five miles deep into the urban grid.
It was a massive, sprawling Old World structure that had completely resisted the bioluminescent overgrowth. It sat in the center of the city like a massive, sterile fortress.
"The biological ecosystem here is a distraction," Ren stated, his smooth, perfectly clear voice carrying over the rushing wind. He didn’t turn around to face Chloe. "There is a massive, heavily fortified architectural anomaly five miles east. It is projecting a localized, artificial dampening field that is repelling the flora."
Chloe pushed herself up to a seated position, looking out over the sprawling, dark horizon. "Artificial? You mean like the Citadel?"
"No," Ren replied, his deep violet eyes narrowing slightly as he analyzed the complete lack of military radio frequencies or heavy artillery signatures. "The Old World military relied on thick concrete and explosive ordnance. This is a highly advanced, localized technological quarantine. Someone, or something, survived the initial integration with their infrastructure completely intact."
Ren turns away from the edge, his dark, frictionless armor completely absorbing the fading twilight, his flawless, Abyssal Sovereign biology completely primed to descend back into the nightmare and breach the only sterile fortress left in the dead world.
