SSS-Tier Extraction: From Outcast to Overgod!-Chapter 90: Weaving Anew

Ryan ran through the chaotic heart of the battle, his mind a whirlwind of focus and fear. The air was filled with the shriek of tearing metal, the boom of plasma explosions, and the guttural war cries of the Marauders.

A stray energy bolt sizzled past his head, so close he could smell his hair burning. He didn’t even flinch. His eyes were locked on a single point in the center of the besieged Enclave: the faint, flickering light of the Genesis Seed.

He skidded to a stop in front of the ornate pedestal, his friends and the last of the Precursors forming a desperate, living wall between him and the chaos.

Scarlett, having left the "Odyssey" on autopilot, was now fighting on the ground, a phantom of deadly grace with her twin pistols. Chris would have been proud of Emma and Zara; they had found a pair of Precursor energy rifles and were firing methodical, precise shots from behind cover, their faces grim with determination.

And Lyra, the First Weaver, turned her ancient, starlit eyes to him. Her form was now so faint he could almost see through her. The effort of bolstering the shields was consuming the last of her energy.

<There is little time, her thought-voice whispered, strained and weak. The Seed is a song of creation, but its melody is broken. You must feel the discord, find the wrong notes, and make them right.

We will share what knowledge we have left. It is all we have to give.

As one, the five Precursors reached out with their ethereal hands. They didn’t touch him, but he felt it. A flood of pure, unfiltered knowledge poured into his mind.

It wasn’t like reading a book or learning a skill. It was a billion years of wisdom, of understanding the fundamental rules of reality, downloaded directly into his brain.

He saw the universe as a great tapestry, a weaving of energy and matter, time and space. He saw how the Precursors had learned to pull at the threads, to weave new patterns. And he saw the jagged, ugly tear that was the Reality Schism.

The sheer amount of information was staggering. It would have shattered a normal mind, but Ryan’s SSS-Tier system, his high Intellect and Spirit, and the power of the Heart of Creation humming within him, acted as a buffer.

He didn’t just receive the knowledge; he absorbed it. He understood.

"I see it," he whispered, his eyes glowing with a faint, golden light. "I see the broken notes."

He placed his hands on the cracked, crystalline surface of the Genesis Seed. It felt like touching a living thing that was in great pain.

He took a deep, steadying breath and closed his eyes. The chaos of the battle around him faded away. There was only him, the Seed, and the task ahead. He activated his "Ultimate Infinite Extraction & Imposition System," pushing it to its absolute, screaming limit.

This was the ultimate test of his power.

With his left hand, he began to extract. He reached into the very core of the Genesis Seed and gently, carefully, began to pull out the sickness.

He could feel it as a tangible thing: the "Fractured Reality Code." It felt like black, sticky tar, a chaotic energy that resisted him, fighting to stay within the Seed.

He pulled it out, thread by thread, a cosmic surgeon removing a cancerous tumor. The strain was immense. It felt like he was trying to pull the entire universe inside out through his fingertips.

With his right hand, he began to impose. He couldn’t just leave a void where the broken code had been. He had to replace it with something new, something whole.

He reached out with his other senses, past the battle, past the Enclave, to the swirling chaos of the Collapsed Star god outside. Emma and Zara, seeing what he was doing, immediately diverted the "Odyssey’s" main power, not to the shields, but to the external energy collectors.

They began to funnel the raw, untamed energy of the dying star directly to Ryan.

A torrent of pure, white-hot power flowed into him. It was more energy than he had ever wielded, a raging river of creation itself. But it was wild, untamed. He had to shape it.

Guided by the knowledge Lyra had given him, he began to weave. He took the raw energy and imposed the patterns of order upon it. He wove threads of time and space, of light and gravity, of matter and energy. He was no longer just a warrior or a leader. In this moment, he was a creator. A weaver. He was fixing the broken song.

The Genesis Seed responded. The dark cracks on its surface began to heal, sealing over with new, pure crystal. The faint, flickering light in its core grew stronger, brighter, pulsing with a steady, healthy beat.

The process was agonizing. Every muscle in Ryan’s body screamed in protest. His mind felt like it was being stretched to the breaking point. Sweat poured down his face.

The world outside his bubble of concentration was a blur of violence. He could hear Scarlett shouting his name, could feel the floor shake as another Marauder boarding pod crashed into the hull. He ignored it all. There was only the Seed.

His god Interface was going haywire. The sheer amount of energy and data he was processing was more than the system was ever designed to handle.

[WARNING: POWER INTAKE EXCEEDS SAFE LIMITS!]

[WARNING: MENTAL LOAD AT 500%!]

[SYSTEM EVOLUTION INITIATED...]

[You have reached Level 11!]

[You have reached Level 12!]

[All stats optimized for current task... Flex Points automatically allocated...]

He was leveling up so fast the notifications were just a meaningless blur. His body and mind were being pushed past every known limit, reforged in the fires of creation.

The Marauders sensed the shift. The leader of the boarding party, a hulking brute with a plasma cannon, saw Ryan standing at the pedestal, glowing like a small sun. It knew, with a primal instinct, that whatever he was doing had to be stopped.

"KILL HIM!" the brute roared, raising its cannon for a final, killing shot. "KILL HIM NOW!"

Scarlett saw the danger. She was out of ammunition, her pistols uselessly clicking empty. She was too far away to intervene. "RYAN!" she screamed.

Just as the Marauder was about to fire, a faint, silvery form glided in front of it. It was Lyra. She raised one translucent hand.

<You will not touch the Weaver, she thought, her voice no longer a whisper, but a clear, powerful bell.

A shield of pure, silver light erupted from her form, absorbing the plasma blast. It was the last of her power, a final, selfless act of defiance. The effort caused her form to flicker violently, becoming almost completely transparent.

That final act bought Ryan the last second he needed.

He pushed the final thread of ordered energy into the Genesis Seed. He imposed the final note of the corrected melody. He let go.

The Genesis Seed was whole.

For a moment, there was a perfect, profound silence. The chaos of the battle, the shouting, the explosions, it all stopped. A single, pure, white light bloomed from the heart of the Seed.

It was a light of pure creation, of hope, of a new beginning. It did not burn. It did not destroy.

Ryan, his task complete, finally collapsed, his consciousness fading into a welcome, exhausted darkness. The last thing he saw before he passed out was the beautiful, white light expanding, washing over everything.

Updated from fr𝒆ewebnov𝒆l.(c)om