Infinite Ascension: 100,000x Amplified-Chapter 34: Gravity
In the end there was simply no rational reason to refuse.
The terms Scarlet proposed matched exactly what Nova had asked for — high-tier dungeon access in exchange for his combat contribution to guild expeditions, full use of guild facilities, no binding obligations beyond voluntary participation. The SSS-rank contract classification reflected the tier of the arrangement rather than a salary figure. Nova had made clear he wasn’t interested in money. Scarlet had made clear she was interested in securing his participation before any other guild understood what he was.
Both parties got what they wanted.
After finalizing the three-year agreement — SSS-rank contracts required multiple verification seals and authentication protocols — Scarlet extended her hand with the satisfaction of someone who had just made a very good decision.
"Welcome to Crimson Rose, Nova."
The clone shook her hand. "Looking forward to the dungeon access."
"We’ll arrange your first expedition as soon as your Warrior Badge is processed." Scarlet’s crimson eyes carried the focused energy of someone already planning three steps ahead. "During your Martial Aptitude Examination period we won’t disturb you under any circumstances. If you’re admitted to a Combat University afterward, we’ll respect your schedule completely. No forced participation — only when you choose to join."
"Alright!" Raina had been barely containing herself for the last five minutes. "Celebration expedition — let’s head to a rift immediately!"
"I haven’t got my Warrior Badge yet," the clone said.
Raina’s entire posture deflated.
Lyanna spoke quietly from her corner. "Elara works at the Warrior Association headquarters. She can expedite the registration."
Tory’s expression brightened. "I’ll message her now. Nova, you can visit her directly whenever you’re ready — she’ll process it quickly."
"Good." The clone turned toward Tory. "Before I go — can I use the gravity chamber?"
Tory blinked. "Of course. It’s yours to use whenever you want." She paused. "It’s a basic model. Six times normal gravity."
"That works."
She led him toward the facility. Behind them, the other guild members gathered near the office.
Lyanna looked at Scarlet. "President. The terms we agreed to — was that wise? He’s genuinely capable of contributing to Tier 4 and 5 content at LV2. We’ve given him access without binding him to any meaningful obligations."
"That’s precisely why it was wise," Scarlet said, without hesitation. "He came to us. He proposed the deal himself. A talent like his could have found higher-tier guilds and gotten the same access through other means. He chose Crimson Rose, which means we have a relationship established before everyone else understands what they’re looking at." Her eyes went to the analyzer still displaying 750,000 in the main hall. "And do you genuinely believe that was his full output? He even said it himself."
Raina’s expression shifted. "...I know."
"I will stake my professional reputation on it." Scarlet looked at the display one more time. "He’ll be the biggest dark horse in this year’s Martial Aptitude Examination. When people see his results they’re going to go looking for explanations and there won’t be any that fit the official record."
None of the women doubted Scarlet’s judgment—her talent evaluation skills were legendary. But they remained genuinely shocked by the implications of Vaelor’s demonstrated power.
"President, when should we arrange for Mark and Elise to meet him?" Kieran asked.
"Wait until our next full guild event. I recently received intelligence about a newly discovered Tier 5 dungeon manifesting in the suburban sectors. Multiple guilds are investigating. First-clear rewards are always substantial."
"Tier 5 might be challenging," Kieran said with slight concern.
"The danger remains within acceptable parameters. Regardless—wait for my signal. I’ll coordinate timing."
After the conversation concluded, the women departed to handle various guild responsibilities.
Tory, returning from setting the clone up in the gravity chamber, caught the tail end of this. She glanced toward the chamber corridor.
She thought about the day two years ago when her father had walked out of this hall for the last expedition he ever came back from. About how he had spent his entire fortune on that analyzer, on this hall, on leaving her something real to build with. She had spent eighteen months wondering if she had wasted it.
She hoped, wherever he was, he would be proud of the decision she had just made.
Gravity Chamber — Crimsonpeak Martial Hall
The chamber was ten meters square with reinforced metallic walls and a control panel near the entrance. Basic model. Six times gravity maximum.
The clone stood in the center and considered the situation.
Through the consciousness link, it communicated with Nova’s main body, still running the Eternal Chaotic Origin Scripture in his room at the Stern residence.
Main body. Physical tempering won’t transfer properly through the link — the cellular-level refinement under actual gravitational pressure requires direct exposure. You should be here personally.
Agreed.
The switch was instantaneous. Nova’s main body arrived in the chamber. The clone returned to the residence to continue passive cultivation there. For anyone watching from outside, nothing would have appeared to change — the same figure stood in the center of the chamber, the transition leaving no trace.
Nova immediately activated the gravity multiplier to the max.
Six times normal gravity engaged.
The force hit his body like a physical compression, pressing down from every direction simultaneously, every joint registering the increased load, every breath requiring conscious effort against the pressure on his chest. For an ordinary person this would be immediately crippling. For most Tier 2 warriors it would be deeply unpleasant. For Nova it settled into his frame like resistance training — uncomfortable, productive, exactly what he wanted.
He sat cross-legged and started the Eternal Chaotic Origin Scripture.
The moment the cultivation technique engaged, the gravity stopped being an obstacle and became a resource.
The Eternal Chaotic Origin Scripture was built around the Trinity — body, Ancient Chaotic Origin Qi, and soul cycling in mutual amplification, each one the fuel and the product of the other two. Under six times gravity, the body refinement component found purchase it couldn’t access in normal conditions. His cells, already partially converted to Chaotic Origin Energy Lifeform properties, experienced the gravitational pressure as an additional refining force — the pressure pressing each cell through cycles of compression and expansion that the technique’s standard operation produced at a slower rate.
His Chaotic Origin Flame in his core deepened with each cycle. The colors shifted through their usual spectrum but settled at higher intensities, the flame’s stability increasing as the refinement pressure pushed it past plateaus it had been approaching gradually.
His soul participated as the complete Trinity required — the soul cultivation section of the technique running alongside the body and Qi components, the increased gravitational stress creating corresponding pressure in his soul space that the soul’s refined structure used as tempering input. Each cycle left his soul slightly more durable, slightly more precisely structured.
The pain was real. He managed it through Absolute Insight’s continuous monitoring, adjusting the technique’s parameters in real time to maximize refinement efficiency without crossing into actual damage. The line between productive strain and genuine injury required active management. He stayed on the correct side of it.
Hours passed. He lost track of them.
When he finally surfaced it was because his Ancient Chaotic Origin Qi reserves had dropped to a level where continuing the session would produce diminishing returns rather than gains. He opened his eyes. The chamber’s environmental indicators showed elevated internal temperature from the cultivation’s waste heat output. The clock showed twelve hours had passed.
He stood slowly. His body felt different in the specific way of something that had been refined rather than just used — denser, more precisely organized at the cellular level, the Chaotic Origin Energy Lifeform conversion a stage further along than it had been that morning.
He pulled up his panel.
[Status Panel]
[Character: Nova Stern] [Race: Human (Chaotic Origin Energy Lifeform — Peak Stage 1, approaching Stage 2)] [Age: 17] [Level: LV2 — Tier 1 Warrior] [Profession: Martial Cultivation God (Mythical) — Unique]
[Talents:]
Unlimited Amplification (Primordial Origin) Absolute Insight (Divine-Tier) Primordial Emberwood Concept (EX-Rank) Spatial Control (S-Rank) Eternal Shadow Dominion (EX-Rank)
[Physical Strength: 8,547] [Strength: 8,547] [Speed: 8,547] [Spirit: 8,547] [Energy (Ancient Chaotic Origin Qi): 8,547] [Luck: 14]
[Laws:] 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
Elemental: Fire Law — 9% | Water Law — 5% | Ice Law — 5% | Earth Law — 6% | Wind Law — 5% | Metal Law — 5% | Lightning Law — 7% | Light Law — 6% | Darkness Law — 7% | Wood Law — 4%
Compound Elemental: Lava Law — 5% | Storm Law — 6% | Frost Law — 5% | Crystal Law — 7% | Plasma Law — 9% | Shadow Law — 9% | Radiance Law — 6% | Poison Law — 4%
Force and Motion: Law of Resonance — 7% | Law of Velocity — 6% | Law of Space — 6% | Law of Resonant Force — 7% | Law of Mass Compression — 5% | Law of Force Distribution — 6% | Law of Convergent Chaos — 6% | Sound Law — 7%
Physical and Biological: Law of Vital Force — 5% | Law of Entropic Dissolution — 4% | Law of Geometric Order — 7% | Emberwood Law — 8% | Duplication Law — 6%
Dimensional: Law of Null Space — 6% | Law of Umbral Space — 7%
Perception and Consciousness: Law of Temporal Awareness — 4% | Law of Thought Acceleration — 6% | Law of Impulse — 5% | Law of Motion Flow — 6% | Law of Spatial Displacement — 6%
Martial: Sword Law — 6% | Battle Law — 5%
Fundamental: Law of Gravity — 5% | Law of Life — 3%
[Passive Special Essence: Limit Break — All attributes x10 permanently. Near-death: x30] [Active Skills: Phantom Step | Celestial Annihilation | Infinite Velocity | Eternal Shadow Clone] [Practice Methods: Eternal Chaotic Origin Scripture (Divine-Rank Peak — COMPLETE) | Soul Etching Technique (S-Rank) | Vibrational Force Technique | Basic Martial Arts (Perfect Mastery)] [Equipment: Sovereign Spiralblade (Legendary) | Void Jian (Supreme) | Combat Suit (Tier 9 rated)] [Space Ring: Loaded] [Battle Power: 854,700 base (Tier 5) | ~8,547,000 with Limit Break active (Tier 7+)] [Evaluation: An impossibility given form. Classification system inadequate. Recommend immediate re-evaluation of fundamental assumptions about cultivation.]
Over 1,700 points gained across every stat from twelve hours in a six-times gravity chamber. With Limit Break active, effective stats exceeding 85,000 across the board. Battle power approaching nine million.
He thought about the guild’s gravity chamber sitting here with no user most days because the hall had no serious members.
He needed to commission his own private chamber eventually. One with adjustable settings reaching considerably higher than six times. But for now this would do, and it was available whenever he needed it.
He deactivated the gravity multiplier, let the pressure equalize, and walked out.
Tory was at the reception desk. She looked up when she heard the chamber door open, and whatever she had been about to say became something else as she registered the difference. He had gone in looking like someone who had been cultivating seriously. He was coming out looking like someone who had refined himself in twelve hours by an amount that most warriors achieved in months.
She opened her mouth.
"Thank you for the access," Nova said. "I’ll be in touch about the dungeon expeditions."
"Of course. Anytime." She watched him walk toward the exit. "Are you alright? You were in there for twelve hours."
"I’m good." He raised a hand in casual farewell and walked out into the evening.
Outside, the rain had stopped. The street was wet and reflective under the lamps, the city moving through its normal evening rhythms.
Nova released his spatial sense outward, found the coordinates of his room at the Stern residence, fed the Space Law a trace of Ancient Chaotic Origin Qi, and stepped.
He was in his room.
The clone was already there, dissolving back into shadow as his main body arrived. Their memories merged — twelve hours of gravity chamber cultivation from the main body, twelve hours of quiet cultivation at home from the clone, both streams of experience integrating into a single coherent picture.
Nova sat on his bed for a moment. Then he lay back.
Tomorrow — Warrior Association registration. Then the first dungeon expedition. Then more clones, more chambers, more cultivation while the Martial Aptitude Examination approached.
He closed his eyes. The Eternal Chaotic Origin Scripture continued its passive work with each breath, the Chaotic Origin Flame steady in his core.
He was asleep in minutes.
