GLOBAL AWAKENING: My 10,000x Exp Multiplier-Chapter 74: []Breaking the Record, The Fifty-Floor Blitz
The transition matrix dropped Vahn Ryker onto the thirty-first floor of the Chronos Spire.
He stood in the center of a dense and overgrown subterranean jungle. The air was thick with toxic spores and the loud roars of unseen predators.
Vahn ignored the environment. He pulled up his internal holographic interface and scanned the system clock in the corner of his vision.
He had been inside the Tower of Combat for precisely twenty-two minutes. He had cleared thirty floors, securing a massive treasury of experience points and validating the structural integrity of his mutated stats.
But twenty-two minutes was too slow.
Every second he spent navigating the winding layouts of the mid-tier floors was a second the Galactic Vanguard was given to mobilize their armada.
Every minute he wasted on standard combat protocols was a minute Aria, Sia, and Hana were left defending the White City without their System Administrator.
He had promised Aria he would not be recklessly self-destructive. He had promised to return intact.
But he had never promised to take his time.
"System," Vahn commanded. His voice dropped into the cold and absolute tone of the Architect. "Suspend all localized caution parameters. Engage Verdant Chronos Sight at maximum output. I am no longer exploring. I am evicting."
The brilliant azure and emerald circuits flared across his irises with blinding intensity.
The dense toxic jungle of the thirty-first floor instantly broke down into its base geometric wireframes.
He didn’t look for the path. He looked for the load-bearing seams in the floor’s architecture.
Vahn engaged his base 9,999 Agility. He didn’t run. He became a localized kinetic disaster. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
He launched himself forward and broke the sound barrier in a single stride. The sheer physical pressure of his acceleration created a shockwave that instantly uprooted the massive digital trees, shattering the toxic spores into harmless pixels.
He bypassed the winding maze entirely. His boots locked onto invisible unrendered collision boxes hovering in the air.
He reached the boss chamber in four seconds.
A Level 60 Venomous Hydra reared its multiple heads and prepared to unleash a tidal wave of corrosive acid.
Vahn didn’t even slow down. He drove his fist directly through the primary head. The Force of the Void passive trait entirely ignored the beast’s physical mitigation, and the Hydra exploded into a geyser of blue data.
Vahn stepped onto the transition matrix before the loot could even render.
Floor 32. Floor 35. Floor 38.
The ascent became a blur of absolute and unyielding systemic destruction.
Vahn moved with such terrifying velocity that the physical friction of the air began to scorch the cheap fabric of his academy jacket.
He had to passively route a fraction of his newly acquired Level 35 mana pool into his Soul-Bound Aegis just to prevent his clothes from catching fire.
On Floor 40, he materialized on a tiny wooden raft floating in the center of a massive and violently churning ocean.
Beneath the dark waves, a Level 70 Abyssal Leviathan surged upward to swallow him whole. It was a monstrosity of tentacles and jagged teeth.
To a normal raid team, this was an endurance fight requiring localized freezing spells and heavy naval artillery.
To Vahn, it was a simple matter of environmental editing.
"Target: Localized Ocean," Vahn dictated seamlessly. He never broke his stride as he stepped off the raft and onto the water. "Override molecular cohesion. Eradicate H2O data."
The entire ocean simply ceased to exist.
Billions of gallons of digital water vanished in a split second, leaving a massive dry crater of barren bedrock.
The Abyssal Leviathan crashed into the dry stone, and its massive tentacles flailed helplessly in the empty air.
Vahn landed smoothly on the beast’s exposed skull. He drew the Soul-Bound Shadow Blade and drove it into the monster’s core.
The dark dagger devoured the Leviathan’s soul in a single gulp, granting him another massive influx of EXP.
He didn’t pause. He didn’t check his notifications. He stepped onto the next matrix.
Floor 45 presented a different kind of challenge.
Vahn stepped into a spotless mirrored chamber. The room possessed no doors and no immediate boss.
Instead, the mirrors rippled, and a perfect identical copy of Vahn Ryker stepped out of the glass.
The Spire’s engine had generated a Mirror Clone.
It was a notoriously brutal mechanic designed to test a player against their own optimized build. The clone possessed Vahn’s 9,999 base stats. It possessed his fifty points of Agility. It even wore a replica of his scorched academy jacket.
The clone dropped into a flawless combat stance, its eyes glowing with a simulated terrifying intensity.
Vahn simply sighed. It was a sound of deep and weary disappointment.
"You can copy the hardware," Vahn said casually as he walked directly toward his duplicate without raising his guard. "But you cannot duplicate the Administrator’s permissions."
The clone lunged. It moved at the exact same hyper-sonic speed Vahn possessed and aimed a devastating palm strike at his chest.
’System,’ Vahn commanded internally. ’Target: Unauthorized Duplicate Entity. Revoke rendering privileges.’
The clone froze mid-strike, its fist an inch from Vahn’s nose.
The simulated entity didn’t shatter or explode. It simply glitched and turned into a static mess of red wireframes before violently deleting itself from the physical plane.
"Inadequate," Vahn murmured. He stepped past the fading pixels and onto the final transition matrix of the mid-tier bracket.
He materialized in the antechamber of Floor 50.
The environment was completely silent. The walls were constructed of heavy unblemished white gold and pulsed with a deep magical energy.
Vahn stopped walking. He let out a long measured exhale. The glowing circuits slowly faded from his eyes as he deactivated his Verdant Chronos Sight to ease the throbbing ache at the base of his skull.
He pulled up his interface and checked the system clock.
Fifty-nine minutes and twelve seconds.
He had cleared the first fifty floors of the Chronos Spire in under an hour.
A moment later, the absolute silence of the antechamber was shattered.
A massive and deafening bell tolled. The sound did not originate from the room. It echoed from the very foundation of the Spire itself, a deep chime that bypassed the physical limits of the tower and broadcasted directly into the global integration engine.
High above the ruined streets of Sovereign City, the golden sky covering the White City dome rippled violently.
Every single surviving human on Earth, from the refugees huddled in the plazas to the corporate elites cowering in their underground bunkers, heard the chime ring in their minds.[Global Notification: A Challenger has breached the Apex Threshold of Floor 50.]
↳ Time Recorded: 59 Minutes, 12 Seconds.
↳ Previous Record: 4 Years, 2 Months. (Record Holder: The First Emperor)
↳ The thousand-year record has been shattered. The System acknowledges the Celestial Architect.
Inside the plush and highly secure penthouse of the Sovereign Bank, Hana Ryker dropped the datapad she had been holding.
The device clattered against the marble floor, entirely forgotten. She stared blankly at the massive golden text hovering in the air before her, her mouth hanging open.
A second later, she burst into a fit of breathless and hysterical laughter.
She threw her arms up into the air and spun around in her shimmering Sun-Silk Aegis.
"Fifty floors in an hour! He actually did it! That absolute maniac just speedran the apocalypse!"
Standing by the reinforced windows, Sia Vance slowly lowered her massive obsidian shield.
Her silver-grey eyes were wide as they reflected the golden glow of the global announcement. A fierce and immensely proud smile broke across her usually stoic features.
She snapped to attention and drove her fist against her chest in a crisp flawless salute directed at the towering silhouette of the Spire in the distance.
"The Vanguard holds the line, Commander," Sia whispered fiercely. "Show them the might of our Faction."
Beside her, Aria gripped her wooden staff with both hands.
Her heart hammered against her ribs. A chaotic mixture of deep relief and lingering terror washed over her.
She recognized the sheer incomprehensible power required to achieve such a feat. She knew the physical toll it must have taken on his avatar.
She let out a long shaky breath, and the sweet scent of cherry blossoms filled the penthouse as her healing aura flared involuntarily.
"You promised me you wouldn’t be reckless, Vahn," Aria murmured. A fond and exasperated smile touched her lips. "I suppose bending the laws of physics doesn’t count as reckless to an Architect."
Miles away, hidden in a secure and deeply warded bunker beneath the ruins of a neighboring city, Pierce Valerius stared at the identical golden notification hovering above his war table.
The Alpha, stripped of his thousand-times multiplier and humiliated by a commoner, slammed his fist into the metal console. The heavy steel crumpled under the blow.
"Impossible," Pierce snarled. His sapphire eyes burned with an unhinged and desperate rage. "He is a glitch! He is a virus! The Overlords will delete him!"
Back in the antechamber of the fiftieth floor, Vahn Ryker casually dismissed the global notification with a flick of his wrist.
He didn’t care about the fame. He didn’t care about the shattered ego of the First Emperor or the screaming fury of the Alpha.
This is a lie by the way, the freak cares about his reputation.
He stood before the towering heavy doors leading to the boss room of the fiftieth floor.
This was the halfway point. This was where the true secrets of the Spire’s lifeboat were hidden.
Vahn cracked his knuckles. The leftover heat of the lower floors still warmed his skin. The Architect was fully optimized, and the second half of the Tower awaited his judgment.
He pushed the doors open and stepped into the light.
