SSS-Tier Extraction: From Outcast to Overgod!-Chapter 79: Preparing the Expedition

The decision hung in the air of the Core Chamber, heavy and final. They were going to do it. They were going to build a spaceship, fly into the scary nothingness between realities, and try to rescue a bunch of ancient, god-like beings who had been lost for thousands of years.

Zara Khan broke the silence. "Well," she said, tapping a finger on her chin, her mind already working through a thousand different problems. "The first step to any impossibly complex journey is a simple to-do list. Item number one: we need a ship."

Ryan chuckled. It sounded so simple when she put it like that. "Right. A ship. Any ideas where we can find a spaceship that can survive flying through a place where reality itself is broken?"

"As a matter of fact, yes," Emma said, a spark of excitement in her eyes. "When we were first exploring the Labyrinth, we found a deep storage hangar. A sort of... Precursor garage.

There was something in there. We didn’t know what it was at the time, but based on the data you’ve shown us..."

She led them out of the Core Chamber and into the deepest, most ancient parts of the Labyrinth. They rode a silent, floating platform down for what felt like miles, past levels filled with dormant security systems and forgotten storerooms. Finally, they arrived at a pair of colossal doors that slid open with a deep, grinding hum.

The room beyond was a vast, dusty hangar, big enough to hold a dozen buildings. And in the center of it, sitting under a single, dim light, was a ship.

It was a Precursor Scout Skiff. It was sleek and beautiful, shaped like a smooth, dark arrowhead. It had no visible engines, no windows, just a perfect, seamless hull made of a material that looked like polished obsidian.

It was the most advanced piece of technology they had ever seen. It was also very, very dead. It was covered in a thick layer of dust, and a single "For Sale" sign someone had jokingly placed on it ages ago was the only sign of recent activity.

Emma and Zara immediately swarmed the vessel, their datapads out, scanning every inch of it. They ran their hands over its smooth surface with the kind of reverence usually reserved for holy relics.

"The hull is perfect," Zara marveled. "It’s a single, molecule-forged alloy. It’s designed to withstand the pressures of a collapsing star! We can work with this."

"But the power systems are completely dead," Emma countered, pointing to a dark, empty cavity on the underside of the ship. "The core is gone. And it’s not just any core. The schematics in the Weaver’s archives say this ship needs something special to travel through the Voids.

A regular engine would just push it through space. We need an engine that can wrap space around the ship. We need a Void-Phase Engine Core."

There it was. The most important item on their new, insane shopping list. A special, one-of-a-kind engine that was probably impossible to find.

Ryan stepped forward and placed his hand on the cold, dusty hull of the skiff. "The Weaver will know," he said. He closed his eyes and let his mind connect to the vast network.

He took the three pieces of information he had, the schematics for the skiff from the Weaver’s archives, the location of the Beacon of Antecedence from the Precursor distress call, and the incredibly detailed map of the sector on his Neural Symbiote Map and he layered them on top of each other, asking the Weaver one simple question: "Where can I find a Void-Phase Engine Core?"

The Weaver’s response was immediate, and it was terrifying.

A section of his mental map glowed a sickening, angry red. It was a place he had never seen before, a sub-sector of Gamma that was so unstable it was usually hidden from view, like a corrupted file on a computer. The Weaver labeled it simply: "The Phage Deeps."

The data that flooded his mind was not comforting. The Phage Deeps was a place where the Reality Schism was not just a crack, but a festering, open wound. It was a part of the universe where the rules of physics had given up and gone home.

The Weaver showed him simulated images of the place: floating landscapes that melted and reformed like wax, skies that flickered between day and night in the blink of an eye, and creatures... the creatures were the worst part.

They were called Reality Phages. They weren’t like normal monsters. They didn’t have claws or teeth. They were beings of pure chaos, shifting, glitching shapes that looked like a video game character that had bugged out.

The data said their attacks didn’t just cause damage; they "unmade" matter. They could look at a rock, and it would simply cease to exist. They were living, breathing holes in the fabric of reality.

And right in the center of this nightmare landscape, the Weaver showed him his target: a "Sunken Precursor Foundry," a giant factory half-swallowed by a spatial anomaly. And inside that foundry, the data promised, was a prototype Void-Phase Engine Core.

Ryan pulled his mind back, a cold sweat on his brow. "I’ve found it," he said, his voice grim. "And you’re not going to like where it is."

The next step was to assemble the team. This wasn’t a job for a large group. The Phage Deeps was too unpredictable. They needed a small, elite squad, the best of the best.

Ryan went to find Scarlett. She was in the main training yard, overseeing a sparring session between two of her new Sector Defense Force members. One was a former Crimson Banner soldier, his movements precise and defensive. The other was a hulking Iron Wolf, his attacks powerful and aggressive.

They were fighting hard, but with respect. It was a sight Ryan never would have thought possible a week ago.

"I need your best," Ryan said simply, after explaining the mission. "Just two. People who are brave, loyal, and just a little bit crazy."

Scarlett nodded, her gaze sweeping over her soldiers. She pointed to the Crimson Banner soldier. "Hale. He was the medic in Kane’s squad. He’s calm under pressure and knows how to keep people alive."

Then she pointed to the Iron Wolf. "And Griz. He’s as strong as a Rage Boar and as stubborn as a rock. He follows orders without question. They are the best I have."

Hale and Griz stepped forward, their faces serious. They had heard the stories about their new Sector Lord. They knew that when he called on you, it was for something important. They accepted the mission without hesitation. freewebnσvel.cøm

Their team was set: Ryan, the leader; Scarlett, the second-in-command and master scout; and Hale and Griz, the specialized support.

While they prepared their gear, Ryan took a moment for himself. He had been so busy with leading and planning that he hadn’t focused on his own progress.

He had been clearing out the deepest, most dangerous parts of the Labyrinth in his spare time and spending hours interfacing with the Weaver, absorbing colossal amounts of data. The combined god Points from all this activity had finally pushed him over the edge.

A wave of pure, golden energy washed over him. It was different from any level-up he had experienced before. It wasn’t just a feeling of getting stronger; it was a feeling of getting smarter, of understanding the world on a deeper level.

[You have reached Level 10!]

[All base stats have increased by +10!]

[You have gained +5 Flex Essence Points!]

[Your Title has evolved! You are now a ’god Architect’!]

His new title felt right. He wasn’t just a Governor or a Lord anymore. He was someone who understood the blueprint of this reality, someone who could start to build things, not just react to them.

He looked at his new stats. They were incredible. But he knew that raw power wouldn’t be enough where they were going. The Phage Deeps was a place that attacked the mind as much as the body. He needed to be sharp, focused, and mentally unshakable.

He allocated his five new Flex Points without a second thought.

[+3 points allocated to Intellect.]

[+2 points allocated to Spirit.]

He felt his mind expand, his thoughts becoming clearer and faster than ever before. He felt a deep, unshakeable calm settle over him. He was ready.

The four of them stood before a shimmering portal in a sealed-off section of the Labyrinth. This was the entrance to the Phage Deeps. On the other side was a world of madness and chaos.

They were geared up for war. Scarlett had her Sky Lord’s Mantle and her pistols. Hale had a medic kit filled with advanced Precursor healing agents. Griz carried a massive new shield and a hammer that hummed with energy.

And Ryan stood at the front, his Weaver’s Gauntlet glowing softly, his new title of "god Architect" feeling both heavy and empowering. He looked at his small, brave team.

They were about to step into a place that reality had forgotten, to retrieve a magic engine so they could go on an impossible journey to rescue a group of mythical ghost-people.

He couldn’t help but smile. "Alright," he said, his voice filled with a strange, joyful determination. "Let’s go get our engine."

With that, he stepped through the portal, and the stable, predictable world of Sector Gamma vanished behind him.

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