System Breaker: Surviving Apocalypse with Nine-Tailed Kitsune-Chapter 48: A Glimpse Behind the System

Suddenly, Damon swayed and hit the nearby wall. His face lost its colour as the backlash from expending all his mana began to hit him.

’At least I didn’t pass out this time...’ he thought to himself, though he truly wasn’t far from it. The lightheadedness he was experiencing right now was hard to ignore.

"Damon..."

Kitsune moved quickly beside him, offering support, but he waved her off as he forced himself upright.

"I’m fine..." he murmured, his voice becoming less strained with each word, "Though I will have to work on the efficiency of that ability," he added, more to himself than to Kitsune.

For the next few hours, Damon allowed his mana to replenish. The wait felt long, especially since he had countless ideas of how to utilise his new ability, theories he wanted to test, but there was no skipping the natural recovery time, at least not without potions, which Kitsune had mentioned.

Apparently, some classes, like alchemists, were able to make a variety of potions to speed those processes up and even boost stats for a time-limited period.

’Wouldn’t that be a great class to have?’ he thought bitterly before shaking the thought away.

During that wait, Damon had also told Kitsune about everything he had experienced. But even she, a divine beast, turned speechless, unable to process the words he was saying.

For the first time, his companion had no pointers to give, no advice or suggestions he could use. This was something he had to do alone.

His mana had finally reached 50% mark he had been waiting for.

’This should do it,’ he thought before taking a meditating position.

The biggest question on his mind right now was whether he could replicate the events of Dark Evolution and access whatever that place he entered was.

Damon took a couple of slow and deliberate breaths, clearing his mind from any distractions.

Then, after a dozen or so breaths, he finally activated his Absolute Comprehension ability.

Immedietally, he felt like his mind was working overtime.

Without wasting any moment of that enhanced state, he narrowed his focus on Dark Evolution to the place he had accessed earlier.

At first, for what felt like eternity but wasn’t more than a few seconds in his head, nothing happened.

Then he suddenly felt his consciousness being pulled into complete darkness.

But just like last time, that emptiness didn’t last long as thousands upon thousands of threads appeared before him.

Though this time, they looked different, as if he was viewing them from a different angle or...

’This...’

A sudden realisation began to dawn on him as he noticed that those threads coalesced into three almost separate shapes.

He moved his consciousness closer toward them, until he slowly began to make sense of what he was saying.

One of them looked faintly familiar, like what he had seen after his class evolved.

’This must be the Warlock of Darkness class...’ he noted, looking at the familiar configuration of threads.

Then his attention moved to the next two.

’Those must be the Divine Beast Tamer and Berserker classes,’ he quickly realised, though it took him a moment of thought to come up with which one was which.

One of them looked significantly larger, far more complicated than the rest, which made him almost certain that it was the Divine Beast Tamer.

Unwilling to dive into a class this complicated, he shifted his focus onto the Berserker class.

Of course, even this was far from easy. Thousands of threads twisted in intricate patterns to make the class, each one responsible for a specific part of that class.

Damon lingered for a moment. Despite seeing it happen, forcing a complete class evolution seemed near impossible. He felt 99% certain he could differentiate between threads that served as shackles and those that served as the baseline of a class.

But that 1% of doubt was enough for him to postpone any large attempts. The amount of attention to detail required for such a task would be otherworldly.

That, however, didn’t mean he couldn’t use that knowledge in some other way.

He moved deeper into the Berserker class, past its shackles, and toward the area which defined its abilities.

There were two points at which the threads coalesced, just like there were two abilities of the berserker class.

Damon spent a good minute observing each of them, but despite that, he couldn’t differentiate which ability was which.

Suddenly, an idea came to his head.

He left the Berserker class and its abilities and moved toward the Warlock of Darkness.

He spent a couple of minutes observing its abilities before finally finding it.

’This part... this defines whether the ability is active or passive,’

Patterns of threads responsible for defining whether the ability was passive or active was exactly the same. And so once he noticed the pattern, he could easily return to the Berserker class and differentiate the two abilities of the class.

What he was about to do was risky, he saw it happen, he knew how, but there was still a question of replicating it.

After making a swift choice, Damon narrowed his entire focus onto the Bloodthirst ability.

The patterns making of an ability were only a fragment of what made a whole class. That’s exactly why he didn’t jump to trying to force a whole evolution all at once. He would start small, begin where the difference could be seen right away, at the abilities.

Slowly, he pushed his consciousness to reach for the shackles around the ability.

Though he had no corporeal body, he could almost feel the weight of threads, the way they tensed under his intent.

’Well, this is it...’ he thought before making a sharp pull at the first shackle.

SNAP!

The soft yet deafening sound of broken shackle made him freeze for a moment, listening as if anything was going to happen.

But after a couple of moments of silence, he realised it wasn’t.

With a sudden weight off his chest, he moved onto the next shackle...

SNAP!

And the next...

SNAP!

With each broken thread, he grew more and more comfortable weaving the threads of something no mortal should touch.

But as his hand moved onto the last thread that resembled a shackle...

SNAP!!!

This time, the sound sounded far different, and he could immediately feel a sharp pain in his abdomen followed by a notification he did not expect.

[Your ability *Bloodthirst* had broken.]