SSS-Tier Extraction: From Outcast to Overgod!-Chapter 59: The Governor’s Due

Ryan let out a long, slow breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. The adrenaline from the fight began to fade, replaced by a deep, bone-weary exhaustion and an equally deep sense of satisfaction.

He felt like he’d just run ten marathons and wrestled three bears, but he’d won the gold medal.

His eyes fell upon the pile of loot that had materialized on the console. It was like Christmas had come early for the newly appointed Governor of Sector Gamma.

There was the "Prime Control Cache," the "Major Berserker Cache" from defeating Viktor, and the enormous, glowing "Prime Sector Cache." It was a beautiful sight. He made a mental note to open them as soon as he had a quiet moment. For now, there were other matters to attend to.

He looked across the chamber at the defeated faction leaders. Tom "Shadow" Kane, the master strategist, was helping one of his injured soldiers to their feet, his face a mask of grim acceptance.

Zara "Technomage" Khan, the brilliant engineer, was staring at her now-useless high-tech gadgets with a look of pure, academic frustration, as if she’d just encountered a math problem she couldn’t solve.

The remaining Iron Wolves just looked lost without their leader. The residual energy from the now-stabilized god Weaver filled the room with a sense of calm authority, preventing any further aggression. The fight was well and truly over.

Ryan’s gaze fell upon the spot where Viktor "Ironjaw" Rostova had dissolved into a shower of god Points. A faint, angry red energy signature still lingered there, the last echo of the fearsome warrior’s powerful will.

It was fading fast, but it wasn’t gone yet. He wasn’t about to let that go to waste.

He focused his "Ultimate Infinite Extraction System" on the fading signature. It was like trying to catch a puff of smoke in his hand, but his system, now more powerful than ever, latched onto it. He pulled, and a new, potent talent flowed into him from the ghost of his fallen enemy.

"You have successfully extracted the B-Tier talent: ’Unyielding Presence’!" the system announced.

Description: A passive aura that subtly intimidates weaker-willed opponents and bolsters the user’s personal resolve in the face of adversity.

Ryan sensed a subtle change in his own attitude. He felt... more solid. More centered. It wasn’t an arrogant feeling, but a deep, unshakable sense of self-confidence.

It was the kind of presence a true leader had. It was Viktor’s greatest strength, his sheer force of will, and now it belonged to Ryan. This was another powerful B-Tier talent to add to his growing collection.

He was becoming a walking toolkit of rare and powerful abilities.

Just then, a new system notification popped up in his vision, this one detailing the perks of his new job title.

"Provisional Governor Status: As the recognized controller of the Sector Gamma god Weaver, you may now allocate a small percentage of the Sector’s passively generated god Energy. This energy can be directed to bolster your home Outpost, fund personal projects, or be used as a bargaining tool in inter-Outpost diplomacy."

Ryan’s eyebrows shot up. "So, I get to collect taxes?" he thought with a grin. "This job just keeps getting better." He could use this to dramatically speed up Outpost #7’s growth, reinforcing their defenses and funding Emma’s and Zara’s future research projects.

He did a quick mental check of his new, post-battle stats. All the recent gains had made a huge difference.

Name: Ryan Stone

Level: 9 (Experience: 3450/5000 god Points)

Strength: 63

Agility: 103

Vitality: 63

Intellect: 102

Spirit: 94

Influence: 22

Threat Level: Sector Governor

Unspent Flex Points: 15

His Influence score had skyrocketed. Twenty-two points. That had to be one of the highest in the entire Sector. And his new Threat Level was no longer just a descriptor of his combat power; it was his actual job title. "Sector Governor." It had a nice ring to it.

He finally turned his attention to the Outpost #7 CommNet. He opened the channel, and it was like opening the door to a stadium during the final seconds of a championship game.

The text was scrolling so fast he could barely read it. It was pure, unfiltered pandemonium.

"HE DID IT! HE ACTUALLY DID IT!"

"GOVERNOR STONE! IT’S GOVERNOR STONE NOW!"

"I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! OUR LITTLE OUTPOST IS IN CHARGE!"

"ALL HAIL THE GOVERNOR!"

"Ace Striker here. I would just like to state for the record that I always believed in Governor Stone’s strategic genius and never once doubted him."

"Shut up, Ace," came the immediate reply from about twenty different people.

Ryan chuckled. He let them celebrate for a moment before typing out a short, simple message that he knew would send them into an even bigger frenzy.

[Ryan Stone | Sector Governor | Blue Falcons]: "Outpost #7, we hold Sector Gamma. This is a victory for all of us. Prepare for new opportunities. We’re just getting started."

His message was like throwing gasoline on a bonfire. The celebration hit a new peak.

He then switched over to the Sector Gamma CommNet, the channel that connected all ten Outposts. The mood there was very different.

The factions that had challenged him were eerily silent. Their members were likely in shock, trying to process the fact that their powerful leaders had been defeated by a single person.

The neutral factions, however, were buzzing with conversation.

[Player | Outpost #6 | Star Vipers]: "Did anyone just see that? A single player just took on three factions and won. He’s the new Governor."

[Player | Outpost #9 | Terra Nova]: "That ’System Purge Wave’... I’ve never seen anything like it. He didn’t just beat them; he completely neutralized their advantages. That’s a terrifying level of control."

[Player | Outpost #4 | The Enclave]: "Our new Governor seems... decisive. This could be a very good thing for the Sector’s stability. Or a very bad thing. It will be interesting to see what he does next."

The entire political landscape of Sector Gamma was in turmoil. Hostile factions were now wary and licking their wounds. Neutral factions were curious and cautious.

And the few smaller Outposts that had tentatively supported him were hopeful, seeing a chance for a fairer distribution of power and resources.

Ryan logged out of the CommNet. He had made his statement. Now it was time to get to work. He picked up his Labyrinth Keystone, the artifact that had started this whole mess.

As he held it, the god Weaver seemed to respond to his thoughts. A shimmering, holographic interface projected from the console in front of him.

It was a complex display of charts, energy flow diagrams, and lists of Sector-wide protocols. At the top, a single line of text blinked patiently, waiting for his input.

<Awaiting Initial Sector Directives...>

He was the Governor. This was his desk. It was time to make his first official decision and shape the future of his new domain. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

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