SSS-Tier Extraction: From Outcast to Overgod!-Chapter 78: Whispers from Beyond

The weight of his new knowledge was heavy. Ryan felt like a kid who had accidentally stumbled into the big boss’s office and read a secret file titled "Everything Is Broken and It’s Your Job to Fix It."

For a full day, he just sat in the Core Chamber, watching the silent, swirling map of the god Verse, trying to wrap his head around it all. The Reality Schism. The Prime Weaver. His own strange, unique power. It was a lot to take in.

He decided not to tell anyone else. Not yet. How could he? How could he walk up to Chris and say, "By the way, the universe is broken, and we’re the interdimensional janitors hired to clean up a mess made by god-like beings of pure light"? Chris would probably just blink, scratch his head, and ask if that meant they were getting paid extra.

He spent his time exploring the Weaver’s systems, learning more about his new role. He was no longer just a player pressing buttons. He was a user with administrator access.

He could feel the pulse of Sector Gamma, the flow of energy, the health of its reality. He could even run "diagnostic" scans on the sector’s outer edges, where the fabric of space was thinner and more frayed from the Schism.

It was during one of these deep scans that he found it.

He was looking at a particularly dark, unstable patch of the sector, a place where the stars seemed dim and the background energy was a chaotic, sputtering mess.

It was a place no one ever went because it was spooky and dangerous. As he focused the Weaver’s sensors on the area, he detected something. It was a signal. It was incredibly faint, like a tiny whisper in a hurricane, but it was there.

And it was using a Precursor language protocol. The same ancient, complex code he had seen in the Weaver’s archives.

His heart started to beat a little faster. He carefully focused all of the Weaver’s power on that one tiny point in space, filtering out all the background noise, all the static from the broken reality.

He pushed his own mind into the connection, using his gauntlet to fine-tune the reception. Slowly, painstakingly, the whisper became a clear, repeating message.

It was a distress call.

The message was old, looped over and over again for what must have been thousands of years. It was heavily damaged, full of static and missing pieces, like a radio signal that had traveled across an ocean. But he could make out some of it.

"...kssshhh... Expedition... bzzzt... trapped... mapping the Outer Voids when the... crackle... Schism occurred. Our reality anchor... fzzzz... is failing. We are lost. If anyone receives this... hiss... we left a trail. A guide. The Beacon of Antecedence... kssshhh... it marks the entrance to the god Meridian... a stable path... please... our light is fading..."

Ryan’s breath caught in his throat. A Lost Expedition. Of Precursors.

They hadn’t all been destroyed in the Schism. A group of them, explorers who had been out in the vast, empty nothingness between the sectors, the "Outer Voids" had survived the initial blast. ,

But they were trapped, their connection to stable reality slowly breaking down. They were like a ship lost at sea, their anchor slipping, about to be swept away by the storm.

This changed everything.

The Precursors weren’t just a sad story in a history file anymore. They were real. They were alive. And they were asking for help.

Rescuing them... the thought was staggering. What could he learn from them? What secrets did they hold? They were the architects of this entire universe. They would have answers. They could tell him about the Schism, about the Weavers, about his own SSS-Tier talent.

Finding them would be like an archaeologist finding a living, breathing dinosaur. A dinosaur that could explain how to build a time machine.

But the message also spoke of incredible danger. The Outer Voids. The god Meridian. The Beacon of Antecedence. These were places that didn’t appear on any known map. They were in the "out of bounds" area of reality, the deep, dark, scary parts where there were no rules and no protections. Going there would be the most dangerous thing he had ever done.

He sat there for a long time, the faint, desperate whisper of the Precursors resounding in his mind. He couldn’t do this alone. This wasn’t a problem he could solve by punching it or outsmarting it in a fight. This was bigger. He needed his team.

He sent out three simple messages from his personal comms.

Ryan: Scarlett. Emma. Zara. Meet me in the Core Chamber. Now. It’s important.

They arrived within minutes, their faces etched with concern. They had never seen Ryan look so serious. He led them to the main console, where the faint, looping distress call was still playing, now translated into words they could all read on the glowing screen.

He explained everything he had found in the Weaver’s archives. The Precursors. The failed experiment. The Reality Schism. He told them what this universe really was: a broken machine they were all trapped inside.

Scarlett listened with her usual quiet intensity, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Zara’s eyes went wide, her mind buzzing with the sheer scale of the revelation. This wasn’t just history; it was the ultimate scientific puzzle.

Emma was the one who looked the most shaken. "So... all of this... the levels, the monsters, the outposts... it’s all just part of a giant, automated repair protocol?" she asked, her voice soft with disbelief. "Our lives are just... a function in a machine?"

"It looks that way," Ryan said grimly. "But this," he pointed to the distress call on the screen, "this is a chance to change that. A chance to talk to the people who built the machine. A chance to find real answers."

He told them his idea: to mount an expedition into the Outer Voids, to find the Beacon of Antecedence, and to try and rescue the last of the Precursors.

The three women were silent for a long time, the weight of his words settling over them.

Scarlett was the first to speak. "The Outer Voids," she said, her voice a low murmur. "The name alone sounds deadly. We have no idea what’s out there. No maps. No support. We would be completely on our own."

"The risks are astronomical," Zara agreed, her mind already calculating the probabilities. "Our current technology, even the Precursor tech we’ve managed to copy, might not be enough to survive out there.

We would need a ship capable of traveling through unstable reality. We would need a new kind of engine, new kinds of shields. We would have to build it all from scratch."

"And even if we could," Emma added, "leaving Sector Gamma now... it’s finally stable. We have a home. Are we really going to risk everything we’ve built for a ghost story? For a faint signal that’s thousands of years old?"

They were all valid points. It was a crazy, reckless, almost suicidal idea.

Ryan looked at each of them, his most trusted friends, his inner circle. "I know," he said quietly. "I know it’s insane. But think about it.

We could learn everything. We could find a real way to fix the Schism, to make this universe safe for everyone, not just our little corner of it. And besides..." He paused, a small, wry smile touching his lips. "When have we ever backed down from a crazy, reckless, almost suicidal idea before? It’s kind of our thing."

A small smile appeared on Scarlett’s face. Zara let out a short, sharp laugh. Emma shook her head, but she was smiling too. He was right. Their entire history together was a long list of doing things that everyone else thought was impossible. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Just then, the god Warden’s voice, cold and without emotion, filled the chamber. But this time, it wasn’t a sector-wide announcement. It was speaking directly to Ryan, and only to him.

[Sector Lord Stone. Your standing and influence have reached the required threshold. Your discovery of a valid, verifiable Precursor distress signal has unlocked a new protocol.]

[Exploration of the Outer god Voids is now authorized for entities of sufficient standing.]

[Extreme caution is advised. Weaver integrity must be maintained at all times. The fate of your Sector remains your primary responsibility.]

[Good luck.]

The last two words were what stunned them. "Good luck." The cold, unfeeling had never, ever expressed anything close to an emotion before. It was a clear sign. This wasn’t just another mission. This was a turning point. This was the next level of the game, a level so high that even the game’s referee was wishing them well.

Ryan looked at his friends. Their doubts were gone, replaced by a familiar, determined fire.

"So," he said, a real, hopeful grin spreading across his face. "Who wants to go find some dinosaurs?"

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