SSS-Tier Extraction: From Outcast to Overgod!-Chapter 58: Sector Lord Stone

The final, desperate charge was a terrifying sight. The combined forces of three factions, their rivalries forgotten in a shared moment of "we have to stop that guy," surged towards Ryan.

Energy bolts from the Crimson Banner, sonic pulses from the Circuit Breakers, and the furious roars of the last few Iron Wolves all blended into a single wave of impending doom.

They were less than sixty seconds from victory or defeat, and they were putting all their chips on this one last bet.

Ryan watched them come, his hands still resting on the console. He could have tried to stop them with more tricks. He could have dropped more floor panels, raised more energy walls, or even tried to collapse the ceiling. But that was playing defense.

He was tired of playing defense. It was time to end this.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a second, and pushed every last bit of his will and concentration into the god Weaver. He wasn’t just asking for a small environmental effect this time. He was asking for a system-wide reboot. He was hitting the big, red, "nope" button.

"Okay, Weaver," he thought, a grim smile on his face. "Let’s try a factory reset."

He channeled a massive, almost unimaginable surge of pure, raw energy directly from the Weaver’s core. He didn’t shape it into a beam or a wall. He let it explode outwards, not as a wave of destruction, but as a wave of pure, absolute order.

A "System Purge Wave."

A silent, invisible wave of energy swept through the Core Chamber in an instant. It didn’t harm anyone, but it disabled advanced technology and energy-based powers completely.

The effect was instantaneous and absolute.

The Crimson Banner’s high-tech energy rifles, which relied on complex Precursor firing mechanisms, suddenly went dead in their hands. The glowing energy within them fizzled out with a sad little pop.

Tom Kane’s "Strategic Mimicry," which relied on processing massive amounts of energy and data patterns, suddenly felt like it was trying to run on a dead battery. His predictive abilities vanished, leaving him feeling blind.

Zara Khan’s world fell apart. Her advanced sonic disruptors, her energy net launchers, and her personal shielding all sputtered and died at the same time. The sophisticated drones that had survived the gravity trick simply fell out of the sky like stones. Her entire arsenal of technological superiority was reduced to a collection of very expensive, very shiny paperweights.

The Iron Wolves’ massive power axes, which hummed with kinetic energy, suddenly became just... axes. Big, heavy, and decidedly un-magical.

Every piece of advanced technology, every complex talent that wasn’t directly and intimately linked to the god Weaver itself, was temporarily wiped clean. It was as if Ryan had just flipped the master circuit breaker for the entire room.

His own abilities, however, remained perfectly functional. His Weaver-linked talents, his Chrono-Manipulation, his Energy Siphon, they were all part of the "home team," and they were unaffected.

The charging horde, their greatest weapons and abilities suddenly gone, skidded to a confused halt. They were now just a bunch of people with pointy sticks and unenchanted armor.

They stared at their useless gear, then at Ryan, who was still glowing faintly, his connection to the Weaver stronger than ever.

He easily repelled their now-weakened, disorganized assault. A few of the most stubborn Iron Wolves tried to charge him with their now-mundane axes. Ryan simply raised a hand, and a solid, shimmering wall of hard light erupted from the floor, blocking their path. The battle was over. They just hadn’t realized it yet.

And then, the countdown timer in everyone’s vision hit zero.

[0:00]

For a moment, there was a profound silence in the chamber, broken only by the gentle, steady hum of the now-stabilized god Weaver.

Then, the god Warden’s voice calm, final, and absolute resounded not only through the chamber, but across the entire Sector Gamma CommNet.

"The countdown has concluded. Ryan Stone of Genesis Outpost #7 has successfully maintained control of the god Weaver. Ryan Stone is now the Provisional Governor of Sector Gamma.

All Sector Gamma Outposts will receive new directives and benefits shortly."

Victory.

It was done. A sense of profound relief and exhaustion washed over Ryan, so intense that his knees almost buckled. He had done it. Against all odds, he had won.

The Weaver’s core stabilized completely, its chaotic pulsing settling into a calm, powerful, rhythmic glow that filled the chamber with a sense of peace and order.

He felt the environmental controls of the entire Labyrinth fully and permanently integrate with his Neural Symbiote Map. He didn’t just have the key anymore; he had the whole building.

A cascade of notifications, the sweet sound of victory, filled his mind.

"For defeating Viktor ’Ironjaw’ Rostova, a Level 8 Anomaly Faction Leader, you have been awarded +1200 god Points and +3 Influence!"

"For achieving victory in the Regional Control Protocol, you have been granted the title: ’Provisional Governor’!"

"Provisional Governor Title Grants: +5 Influence."

"Provisional Governor Title Grants: Access to Sector-level command functions via the Weaver Interface."

"Provisional Governor Title Grants: 1x ’Sector Lord’s Sigil’ (Artifact)."

The sigil, a beautiful, intricate silver pin that seemed to bend light around it materialized on the console before him. It was a badge of office, a symbol of his newly granted authority.

But the rewards weren’t over. Another, even larger and more ornate cache materialized next to the others on the console, this one glowing with the light of the entire Sector. A "Prime Sector Cache." The spoils of war were piling up.

He looked across the chamber at his defeated rivals. Their advanced gear was slowly starting to come back online as the effects of the Purge Wave faded, but the fight was gone from their eyes.

They looked at him not with anger anymore, but with a mixture of shock, frustration, and a deep, undeniable sense of awe. They hadn’t just been beaten; they had been completely and utterly outplayed on every level.

Ryan Stone, the "lucky" newbie from the quiet Outpost, was now their governor. The Sector had a new lord, and things were about to change.

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