SSS-Tier Extraction: From Outcast to Overgod!-Chapter 91: The Genesis Wave

The universe seemed to hold its breath. In the heart of the raging battle, Ryan was a statue of pure concentration, his hands pressed against the wounded Genesis Seed.

The chaos of the fight, the explosions, the shouting, it had all faded into a distant, muffled roar. There was only him and the broken heart of a new world he was so desperately trying to mend.

He felt the final, broken piece of reality code click into place. It was not a sound, but a feeling, a perfect, satisfying thump deep in his soul, like the last piece of a cosmic puzzle sliding home.

The Genesis Seed in his hands stopped its pained flickering. For a single, perfect moment, it was whole. A profound, deep silence fell over his mind. The agonizing strain vanished, replaced by a quiet hum of immense, sleeping power.

He had done it.

<Unleash it, god Shaper, Lyra voice sang, a final, beautiful note in the song of creation. Create... hope.

Ryan’s eyes, which had been squeezed shut in concentration, snapped open. They glowed with a soft, white light. He understood.

The Genesis Seed was not a bomb to be aimed or a tool to be controlled. It was a promise. And it was time to let it be fulfilled.

He lifted the now-perfectly smooth, glowing orb. He didn’t push his own will into it anymore. He simply... let go. He opened the floodgates of its power, and with a silent, collective sigh of relief from the universe itself, the Genesis Seed released its song.

It began as a single point of pure, white light, no bigger than a pinprick. But it expanded, not with the violence of an explosion, but with the gentle, unstoppable certainty of a ripple spreading across a perfectly still pond. This was the Genesis Wave.

It was not a wave of force or heat. It was a wave of pure rightness. It was a wave of order, of harmony, of reality as it was supposed to be. It washed over the battlefield, and everything it touched, it changed.

First, it touched Ryan’s friends. The white light, warm and soothing, passed through them. Emma looked down at the nasty plasma burn on her arm and watched in utter disbelief as her skin mended itself, leaving no trace of injury.

Scarlett, who had been running on pure adrenaline and willpower, felt a wave of calm wash over her, her exhaustion vanishing as if it had never been there.

The wave then swept over the handful of remaining Precursors. Their faint, ghostly forms drank in the light like thirsty plants in the morning sun.

Their shimmering, translucent bodies grew a little more solid, their inner light a little brighter. The weary, haunted look in their starlit eyes was replaced by one of peaceful, eternal gratitude. They were no longer fading. They were saved.

Then, the Genesis Wave, in its gentle, inexorable expansion, reached the Void Marauders.

For the creatures of chaos and violence, the touch of pure, perfect order was not a blessing. It was an undoing.

The hulking brute who had fired the final shot looked down at its own four-fingered hands in confusion. The wave washed over it, and its chaotic, aggressive nature found itself in a place where such things could not exist.

It was like a scream in a library, a drop of oil in pure water. The brute’s form flickered. It didn’t explode or cry out in pain. It simply and quietly unraveled. Its body dissolved into a cloud of glittering, harmless dust that drifted away on the still air.

All across the Enclave, the same silent, peaceful cleansing was happening. The Marauder boarding parties, their minds filled with rage and bloodlust, were touched by the wave of perfect harmony.

Their weapons dissolved. Their armor fell away. Their very bodies came apart at the seams, their chaotic life force neutralized and returned to the quiet hum of the universe.

The Genesis Wave passed through the walls of the Enclave as if they were made of mist. It swept out into the swirling, violent abyss of the Collapsed Star god.

On the bridge of the "Odyssey," Zara watched the main viewscreen, her jaw hanging open. "My sensors... the laws of physics... they’ve just... given up and gone on vacation," she whispered in awe.

The entire Marauder fleet was engulfed in the silent, white light. Their ugly, jagged ships, which were held together by brute force and powered by unstable, angry engines, were an offense to the perfect order of the wave.

A massive Marauder capital ship, its cannons still glowing from its last volley, began to fall apart. Not like an explosion, but like a sandcastle in a gentle tide. Rivets popped silently. Armor plates drifted away from each other.

The ship simply deconstructed itself, its pieces drifting harmlessly into the void. The crews aboard met the same fate as their comrades inside, their chaotic existence peacefully and utterly erased from this thread of reality.

Within moments, the entire pirate fleet was gone. The only things left were a few slowly tumbling chunks of inert, harmless metal.

The Genesis Wave did not stop. It continued its grand, silent journey, washing over the angry, swirling storm of the Collapsed Star.

The violent gravitational tides smoothed out. The chaotic, clashing energies grew calm. The ugly, jagged tears in the fabric of space mended themselves, leaving behind no scars.

The angry reds and blacks of the cosmic storm softened. They bled into gentle, beautiful colors, the soft pink of a sunrise, the deep gold of a sunset, the peaceful blue of a twilight sky.

The chaos had been transformed into a breathtakingly beautiful nebula. The wave seeded the swirling clouds of cosmic dust with new potential, and deep within the colorful mists, tiny, new points of light began to flicker into existence.

New stars were being born.

Finally, the last ripple of the Genesis Wave washed back over the Enclave. The deep gashes in its hull flowed back together. The shattered viewports became whole and clear again.

The flickering emergency lights went out, replaced by a steady, warm, and welcoming glow. The habitat was no longer a dying shelter. It was a new, pristine sanctuary, a lighthouse in the heart of a peaceful, newborn nebula.

The battle was over. The silence that followed was the most profound, most peaceful silence any of them had ever known. It was the quiet of a new beginning.

Ryan, his body aching but his spirit soaring, pushed himself to his feet and looked out at the beautiful cosmic landscape he had helped create. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

He had faced the ultimate storm, and he had answered it not with a bigger storm, but with a gentle, undeniable calm. It was a victory beyond fighting, beyond conquering.

It was a victory of creation itself.

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