SSS Ranked Talent: I Can Upgrade My Skills Infinitely-Chapter 197: The Herald of the Void, A Thing of Too Many Angles
An Aberration, a spinning helix of teeth and grey matter, targeted Alvian. It bypassed the front line, phasing through the rubble, and launched itself at his head.
Alvian didn’t move. Before he could raise his lance, a wall of dark gold slammed down in front of him.
"CLANG!"
Valeria had vaulted over a ruined car, slamming her new [Aegis of Terra] into the ground between Alvian and the monster. The Aberration tried to phase through the shield, but the depleted uranium and the [Planetary Anchor] enchantment rejected the spatial distortion. The creature slammed into the solid metal, letting out a screech of static as it was forcibly rebounded into physical space.
Alvian didn’t miss a beat. He stepped around Valeria, his hand resting on the small of her back for a fleeting second to brace her, a perfectly synchronized dance of violence.
"I told you," Alvian whispered near her ear, the warmth of his breath contrasting with the cold chaos of the battlefield. "I’m the one who erases."
Alvian stepped forward, raising his left hand. The [Thundergod Bracers] didn’t spark with lightning. Instead, they glowed with the heavy, dark gravity of the void.
"They want to exist outside our physics?" Alvian’s voice echoed across the plaza, cold and commanding. "System. Maximize [Gravity Well]. Area of Effect: One Kilometer."
He slammed his fist into the ground.
"Anchor them!"
A massive, crushing wave of gravitational force exploded outward. It wasn’t designed to deal damage. It was designed to enforce the rules. The localized gravity spiked by a thousand percent, dragging the spatial distortions of the Aberrations down.
The floating, shifting geometries screamed as they were forcibly collapsed into standard three-dimensional space. The phasing stopped. The shifting stopped. They hit the ground as heavy, solid masses of wet flesh and bone.
"They have mass now!" Alvian roared, equipping the [Lance of the Void Winter]. "Break them!"
Valeria didn’t hesitate. She surged forward from behind her shield, her claymore igniting with golden light. "VANGUARD! ADVANCE!"
The slaughter began. The Aberrations, now bound by the laws of physics, were vulnerable. The marines’ enchanted bullets tore through their fleshy bodies, detonating inside them. The Vanguard knights hacked them to pieces, their blades finally finding purchase.
Alvian walked through the chaos, an executioner in a black coat. He didn’t run. He simply appeared where the enemy was thickest, his lance severing their strange, alien cores with ruthless efficiency.
Within ten minutes, the plaza was a graveyard of grey, dissolving flesh. The air cleared slightly, the immediate distortion suppressed by Alvian’s localized gravity field.
Alvian stood amidst the carnage, flicking a glob of alien ichor off his lance. He looked down the wide, ruined avenue that led directly to the Eiffel Tower. The massive, fleshy Beacon pulsed angrily in the distance, sensing the death of its defenders.
"The path is clear," Alvian said, his violet eyes locked onto the towering nightmare. "Let’s go turn off the signal."
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The path to the first Beacon was clear, but "clear" was a highly relative term when navigating the apocalyptic ruin of what used to be Paris. The cobblestone streets were slick with the dissolving remains of Cosmic Aberrations, the grey, fleshy slurry mixing with the relentless crimson downpour of the Red Rain.
At the center of the Champ de Mars, towering over the devastation, was the Beacon. The Eiffel Tower, once a monument to human engineering, had been utterly consumed. It was now a pulsing, fleshy spire of iridescent tentacles wrapped suffocatingly around the wrought-iron lattice. It stretched hundreds of feet into the bruised purple sky, throbbing with a sickly, rhythmic heartbeat that vibrated right through the soles of Alvian’s boots. Every pulse pumped a visible distortion field into the atmosphere—the gravitational tether that was slowly dragging the Outer Gods’ dimension into Earth’s orbit.
"Target sighted," Alvian stated, his voice a calm, metallic cadence that cut through the pouring rain. He flicked a glob of alien ichor off the blade of his [Lance of the Void Winter]. "Maintain the perimeter. Do not let anything interrupt the demolition."
Around him, the joint strike force established a wide cordon. The five hundred Vanguard knights locked their golden shields together, their [Titan’s Aura] forming a shimmering barricade against the encroaching gloom. Behind them, the Earth marines checked their enchanted rifles, their faces pale behind their visors. They had just watched Alvian delete a battalion of Syndicate troops and flatten non-Euclidean monsters with localized gravity, but the fleshy abomination wrapping the Eiffel Tower inspired a primal, instinctual dread that stats couldn’t fully suppress.
"That thing is aggressively ugly," Seraphina muttered over the comms, her voice tight. She was perched on the ruined balcony of a nearby Haussmann building, her mechanical eye spinning frantically. "My scanners are throwing up solid error codes just looking at it. It doesn’t have a heat signature. It doesn’t have a mana signature. It’s just a massive, gaping hole in reality."
"Then we fill the hole," Alvian said.
He took a step toward the towering structure, fully intending to use the [Edge of Entropy] to backspace the entire monument out of existence. But before he could summon the colorless spear, the air at the base of the tower fractured.
It didn’t tear open like a spatial rift. It shattered like a mirror hit by a sledgehammer.
From the floating shards of broken reality, the defender of the Beacon emerged.
Alvian stopped. His violet eyes narrowed as his mind struggled to process the visual data. The creature before him was a Herald of the Outer Gods, but it defied every biological and magical metric the System possessed. It looked like a floating, shifting fractal of shattered glass, constantly folding in on itself. Within the jagged, impossible geometry, dozens of massive, unblinking eyeballs floated independently, darting around in frantic, unsynchronized spasms.
"What in the name of the Founders is that?" Magnus rumbled. The Iron Shell Guardian stepped up beside Alvian, his massive tower shield planted firmly in the asphalt.
"A headache made manifest," Alvian replied. "Do not stare directly at its center. The geometry is non-Euclidean. It will induce a psychosomatic feedback loop."
Even looking at its edges was nauseating. The Herald’s angles summed up to more than three hundred and sixty degrees; its depth seemed to stretch into infinity while simultaneously appearing completely flat. It was a walking paradox.
One of the massive, floating eyeballs locked onto Alvian. A sound like grinding glass echoed directly in his skull.
"Hostile identified," Alvian muttered. "Engaging."
He didn’t bother with a probing attack. Efficiency dictated overwhelming force. He gripped the [Lance of the Void Winter], activating the [Void Step]. He vanished from his position and reappeared directly above the central mass of the Herald, bringing the black ice blade down in a devastating, two-handed guillotine strike.
"Sever."
The blade descended at Mach 2, carrying enough kinetic force to cleave a dreadnought in half. It struck the jagged, glassy surface of the Herald.
But there was no impact. There was no resounding clash of metal against armor.
The lance simply slid off.
It didn’t deflect; the physical space around the Herald literally curved, redirecting the trajectory of Alvian’s strike so that the blade passed harmlessly through the empty air beside the creature.
Alvian frowned, his momentum carrying him awkwardly past the monster. "Inefficient physics."
Before he could correct his posture, the fractal shifted. The jagged planes of glass rearranged themselves, forming a bizarre, funnel-like shape aimed directly at his chest.
A beam of pale, dusty grey light shot from the funnel. It was entirely silent.
Alvian twisted mid-air, relying on his 750 Speed to evade. The beam grazed the edge of his [Vestments of the Void Monarch]. Wherever the light touched, the indestructible, void-infused fabric instantly frayed, turning brown, then white, before crumbling into fine dust.
"Aging magic?" Alvian analyzed, landing lightly on a chunk of fallen concrete. "No. Entropy acceleration. It doesn’t damage; it fast-forwards time."
"Look out!" Valeria screamed from the perimeter.
The Herald didn’t wait for Alvian to recover. It spun, its floating eyeballs locking onto the Vanguard line. Three funnels formed on its surface, and three grey beams lashed out toward the barricade.
"Shields up!" a marine captain roared.
A Vanguard knight in the direct path of the beam raised his heavy adamantite shield, bracing for a kinetic impact. The grey light washed over the metal.
There was no explosion. The knight didn’t even flinch backward. But in the span of a single heartbeat, the gleaming silver shield rusted, pitted, and dissolved into a cloud of red dust. The beam continued through the dust, striking the knight’s breastplate. The man didn’t scream. He simply collapsed into a pile of ancient, brittle bones and ash, aged a thousand years in a second.
Panic rippled through the Earth marines. They opened fire, but their enchanted bullets suffered the same fate as Alvian’s lance, sliding off the impossible curves of the Herald’s body to detonate harmlessly in the ruins.
"Fall back!" Valeria ordered, physically shoving the terrified marines behind cover.
"Don’t let that light touch you!"
