SSS-Tier Extraction: From Outcast to Overgod!-Chapter 77: The Weaver’s Secrets

The days that followed were the quietest Ryan had known since arriving in the god Verse. Sector Gamma was running like a well-oiled machine. Scarlett’s defense force was mapping dangerous territories.

Emma and Zara were happily tinkering in their lab, occasionally causing small, controlled explosions that everyone agreed were for the good of science.

Chris was teaching a new batch of rookies how to properly brace themselves behind a shield. The sector was safe. It was stable. It was... a little boring.

And for Ryan, boring was the perfect opportunity.

With his sector peaceful and his friends handling the day-to-day business, he finally had time to focus on the biggest mystery of all: the giant, silent machine he had won in the heart of the Labyrinth. The god Weaver.

He returned to the Core Chamber, the vast, quiet room feeling less like a battlefield and more like a cathedral. The air hummed with ancient, sleeping power. He walked up to the main control panel, the place where he had fought off all his rivals.

He held up his hand, and the Labyrinth Keystone on his belt pulsed with a gentle light. The Weaver’s holographic interface shimmered to life in front of him.

This time, there was no rush, no desperate fight for control. He could take his time. He placed his Weaver’s Interface Gauntlet on the glowing panel and let his mind connect with the colossal machine.

It was like diving into an ocean of pure information.

At first, all he could see were the basics. He saw Sector Gamma laid out before him like a glowing 3D map. He could see the energy flowing to Outpost #7, a bright, steady river of light. He could see the little sparks of light that were the trade routes he had created, connecting the different Outposts.

It was like the ultimate city-building game, and he was the one in charge.

But he knew there was more to it. The Weaver wasn’t just a power source or a control panel. It was something much, much bigger. He pushed his mind deeper, using his gauntlet as a key to unlock older, more hidden parts of the system. He went past the "daily operations" folders and the "sector management" menus. He was looking for the history files, the machine’s memory.

He found a section that was locked, protected by layers of ancient security. It was labeled simply: "ARCHIVE - DO NOT OPEN."

"Well, that’s just asking for it, isn’t it?" Ryan muttered to himself.

He focused all of his will, his gauntlet glowing brightly as he used his "System Override" skill on the lock. The security system fought back, throwing up firewalls that looked like walls of shimmering, angry code.

But Ryan’s connection to the Weaver was special. The machine seemed to recognize him, to want to open up for him. After a few moments of struggle, the final lock clicked open with a soft, mental chime.

The archive flooded his mind. It wasn’t like reading a book or watching a video. It was like he was remembering things that had happened thousands of years before he was born.

He saw them. The Precursors. They were tall, graceful beings made of light and energy, their forms constantly shifting. They were brilliant, powerful, and masters of the universe. They had built the Weavers, the Labyrinths, everything. They could shape reality the way a potter shapes clay.

But they had grown ambitious. They weren’t content to just live in the universe. They wanted to become the universe. They called it "Total god Integration." They planned to merge their minds with the very fabric of reality, to become one with everything.

He felt their excitement, their supreme confidence. And then, he felt their terror.

The final memory was a silent scream that echoed through eternity. Their grand experiment went horribly wrong. Reality was not meant to hold so many minds at once. It was too much. The universe didn’t just bend; it broke.

Ryan had a sudden, sharp mental image of a beautiful crystal egg being dropped onto a stone floor, shattering into a billion pieces.

That was the "Reality Schism." A catastrophe that had sent cracks spreading through the very foundation of existence.

And the final part of the memory showed him the Precursors’ last, desperate act. Before they were gone, they had activated an emergency system. A fully automated protocol designed to find a solution.

A system that would travel through the cracks in reality, find worlds untouched by the Schism, and bring people back. A system that would give these new arrivals special powers, special "aptitudes," hoping, praying, that one of them would have the right combination of skill and power to start patching the cracks.

The Genesis Protocol. The Arrival Pods.

Ryan pulled his mind back from the archive, stumbling back from the console, his heart pounding. This wasn’t a game. It wasn’t a contest. It was a cosmic emergency repair service. And he, and everyone else, were the new recruits, pulled from their homes to try and fix a universe that the old owners had broken.

As his mind cleared, he looked back at the giant, glowing map of the god Verse displayed by the Weaver. He saw his own sector, a tiny island of light. But now he knew what he was looking at. He could see other, similar glowing spots far off in the darkness. Other Weavers. Other sectors. The universe was infinitely bigger than he had ever imagined.

And then he saw it. At the very, very center of the vast, dark map, so far away it was almost impossible to comprehend, was a single point of light so bright it outshone everything else. It was the source, the heart of it all. The Prime Weaver.

A final piece of information from the archive slid into his mind. It was a footnote, a small, almost hidden detail about his own power. The system noted that his SSS-Tier talent, the "Ultimate Infinite Extraction System," was uniquely compatible with the Weaver’s core programming. It wasn’t like the other talents. It was different.

The archive didn’t say why, but it offered a few terrifying possibilities. Maybe his talent was a lost Precursor tool, a master key designed for this exact purpose. Or maybe... maybe his talent was a direct result of their failed experiment, a new kind of power born from the chaos of the Schism itself.

He looked at his own two hands, then at the vast, silent machine before him. He had come here seeking answers about his past. Instead, he had found a new, terrifying, and unbelievably important purpose for his future.

He wasn’t just a Sector Lord anymore. He was a candidate for the most important job in the entire universe: Cosmic Repairman. And he had a feeling the work was just beginning.

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