Infinite Survival: My 10,000x Return System

Chapter 64: [] The Seed of Origin

Infinite Survival: My 10,000x Return System

Chapter 64: [] The Seed of Origin

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Chapter 64: [64] The Seed of Origin

Arthur Sterling didn’t fly through the absolute void of the True Abyss. Instead, he fell upward.

His heavy boots cracked the invisible conceptual floor of his localized Order Field as he launched himself directly at the impossible mass of shifting jaws and weeping eyes.

That thing was Khaos. The Abyssal Progenitor was the physical embodiment of erasure and a Grand Chaos Sovereign that had existed since the dawn of the multiverse.

But to Arthur, it was just an overfunded competitor waiting to be liquidated.

He gripped the Ebonheart Sword with both hands. The pitch-black blade roared to life with the multi-colored heat of the Primordial Flame.

He didn’t aim for the shifting tentacles or the hundreds of glowing eyes. He aimed directly for the dense center of the creature’s conceptual mass.

"SQUELCH!"

The Ebonheart Sword sank deep into the core of the Progenitor. It pinned the very concept of the ancient Outer God to the fabric of the void.

A deafening screech erupted from Khaos. The sound was a psychic shockwave that threatened to liquefy Arthur’s brain, but his Dimensional Breaker Physique hummed aggressively to reject the cosmic damage.

Arthur gritted his teeth and his arms bulged as he held the blade steady against the thrashing planet-sized monstrosity. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"System!" Arthur growled. His dark eyes burned with absolute unadulterated greed. "Drain the accounts. Empty the vault. Give it all to Morwenna"

[Ding!]

↳Ultimate Chaos-Tier Binder Protocol Engaged.

↳Target: Khaos, Abyssal Progenitor.

↳Initiating Hostile Conceptual Siphon. Rerouting all absorbed foundational energy to Bound Target: Morwenna.

↳1,000,000x ROI Multiplier Activated!

The Ebonheart Sword acted as a hyper-dense vacuum. The pitch-black metal glowed with a terrifying blinding violet light as it forcefully ripped the raw essence out of the Progenitor.

Khaos thrashed its massive tentacles through the void, trying to crush the tiny mortal pinned to its chest. But the flow of energy was absolute.

Down on the floating asteroid, Morwenna collapsed to her hands and knees.

The Demon Empress screamed as her voice tore through the vacuum of space.

The energy didn’t flow into Arthur. It bypassed him entirely utilizing the deeply intimate Soul Anchoring bond they had established back on the Ark.

The millions of years of refined destruction that made up Khaos’s existence slammed directly into Morwenna’s core.

Her dark crimson gown shredded into ash. The pulsing living black tattoos that covered her deathly pale skin ignited and blazed with a blinding molten gold.

Her muscles expanded and contracted with sickening violent snaps as her physical vessel was forcefully rewritten to accommodate the payload.

She wasn’t just leveling up. She was undergoing a magnificent and violent ascension.

Up on the dying Progenitor, Arthur felt the passive feedback of her ascension hit him like a freight train.

[Ding!]

[Bound Target Morwenna has assimilated the core of a True Progenitor.]

↳Target has ascended to: Goddess of the True Abyss.

↳Host is receiving 1,000,000x passive feedback from Target’s conceptual evolution.

His veins glowed with a chaotic blinding white light. The millions of years of reality-weaving he had leeched from Kaelith merged with the absolute destruction he was now pulling from Morwenna.

His core expanded, compressed, and shattered its own absolute limits. The heavy suffocating mantle of the Chaos Lord tier settled over his shoulders and pushed him to the absolute zenith of the current power scale.

Beneath his sword, Khaos finally stopped thrashing. The colossal mass of jaws and shadows withered and turned brittle and grey as its conceptual foundation was entirely drained.

With a final pathetic groan, the ancient Outer God crumbled into billions of tons of harmless floating ash.

Arthur floated amidst the falling debris with his chest heaving. He had done it agian. He had butchered a Progenitor.

Nestled in the center of the dissipating ash cloud was a single pulsing object.

It looked like a jagged obsidian heart wrapped in glowing veins of pure cosmic law. It thumped with a heavy sickening rhythm that made the surrounding void warp and bend.

Arthur reached out and his calloused fingers wrapped around the disgusting artifact.

[Ding!]

↳Item Acquired: Seed of Origin.

↳Description: The absolute core of a True Progenitor. Contains the foundational blueprint to spawn a new Outer God lineage.

↳System Notice: The Seed of Origin offers a path of evolutionary transcendence. Host can assimilate the Seed to rewrite his biological code into a Primordial Entity.

↳Warning: This process will permanently shed the Host’s human identity and form.

↳Would Host like to initiate Primordial Evolution?

Arthur stared at the pulsing black heart. If he took the deal, he would become a monster.

He would become a massive shifting horror of tentacles and anti-logic roaming the Chaos Sea for eternity. He would gain absolute unquestionable power at the cost of everything that made him Arthur Sterling.

"Are you fvcking kidding me?" Arthur sneered. His lip curled in profound disgust. "I am a human. I wear tailored suits. I don’t grow tentacles."

He squeezed the Seed of Origin.

"I don’t adapt to the market," Arthur growled. His Absolute Order flared from his core and slammed into the artifact. "The market adapts to me. System, Force the formatting, Make it human"

[Ding!]

↳Host has rejected Primordial Evolution.

↳Initiating forced formatting. Utilizing Absolute Order to compress the Seed of Origin into human parameters.

"CRACK!"

The obsidian heart shrieked in Arthur’s grip. The alien geometry inside the artifact fought back and desperately tried to infect his hand with mutating dark matter.

Arthur’s Dimensional Breaker Physique roared to life and aggressively rejected the corruption. He poured every ounce of his newly peaked Chaos Lord willpower into his fist and physically crushed the cosmic laws of the Seed until they broke.

The artifact shattered and dissolved into a stream of pitch-black liquid that sank directly into Arthur’s pores.

It didn’t change his shape. It didn’t strip away his humanity. Instead, it drastically densified his existing structure.

His muscles turned harder than neutron stars. His bones hummed with the absolute durability of an Outer God all while maintaining his flawless human appearance.

↳Assimilation Complete.

↳Host has integrated the Seed of Origin. Conceptual weight maximized. You are now officially recognized as a peer entity by the Primordial Chaos.

Before Arthur could even catch his breath, the entire True Abyss sector began to violently shake.

Without Khaos to anchor the fundamental concept of Destruction, the local reality was collapsing. The dark matter swirling around them began to fold inward and created a massive localized singularity that threatened to swallow the entire sector into absolute nothingness.

"Time to clock out," Arthur muttered.

He didn’t hesitate. He dropped out of the sky and his Void-Step Boots allowed him to bypass the collapsing gravity perfectly.

He landed heavily on the floating asteroid.

Morwenna looked up at him. Her new six wings of shadow wrapped around her perfectly sculpted body. She radiated a lethal intoxicating power.

She didn’t look like a feral beast. She looked like a queen who had just claimed her birthright.

Her voice was layered with a thousand dark echoes. "I feel... magnificent."

"Save it later for the performance review," Arthur said.

He didn’t open a portal. He just grabbed the spatial coordinates of the Ebon Citadel and pulled directly to his location.

"WHOOSH!"

In a flash of blinding spatial displacement, they vanished from the asteroid just a microsecond before the entire True Abyss imploded into a silent catastrophic black hole.

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