Primordial Awakening: I Breathe Skill Points!-Chapter 53: Treasure and Ruins (2)

"Zeph. It’s Marcus."

Zeph sat up straight immediately. "How did you get this number?"

"I gave you citizenship papers. Obviously I have your contact information." Marcus’s tone suggested this should have been obvious. "We need to talk about the expedition announcement."

’Expedition? What—’

"I assume you’ve seen the news about the extra-dimensional ruins manifestation?" Marcus continued without waiting for confirmation.

"I... no? I’ve been doing VR matches all day. What announcement?"

There was a pause on the other end. "Check your Nova feed. Northern Bastion Community Updates group. I’ll wait."

Zeph pulled his phone away from his ear and navigated to Nova with his free hand, putting Marcus on speaker.

The notification was right there, tagged as BREAKING NEWS.

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[OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT - SANCTUARY AUTHORITY]

BREAKING: Extra-Dimensional Territory Shift Detected

Location: 47km northwest of Northern Bastion

Classification: Alien Ruins (Post-Descent Spatial Anomaly)

Estimated Origin: Extra-dimensional civilization

Danger Level: EXTREME

Designation: Exploration Zone Alpha-7

The Sanctuary Authority has confirmed the manifestation of a large-scale

extra-dimensional ruins in the Wildlands. Dimensional scanning indicates

the structure originated from an alien civilization and was shifted into

Earth’s spatial plane through mechanisms still under investigation.

Due to the unprecedented size and architectural complexity, the Authority

is organizing a 1,000-person exploration expedition.

REQUIREMENTS FOR PARTICIPANTS:

- Level 30+ awakened (MINIMUM)

- Clean criminal record

- Comprehensive liability waiver

- Loot distribution: 60% to Authority, 40% to participants

REWARDS:

- Base compensation: 50,000 credits per participant

- Contribution bonuses

- First access to discovered artifacts

Registration opens: January 3rd

Expedition departure: January 11th

Duration: 5-7 days

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Zeph’s eyes locked on one line: 50,000 credits per participant.

His rent was 8,000 credits. Due in 14 days.

His landlord’s latest message sat in his inbox: "Rent due January 15th. Also need proof of employment for building records by January 5th. Housing Authority requirement for all F-District residents."

Proof of employment. Income verification. Background checks.

All things that would expose his fake identity if he couldn’t provide legitimate documentation.

50,000 credits would solve both problems. Rent paid for six months. Enough money to look employed. Enough buffer to avoid scrutiny.

"You reading it?" Marcus asked.

"Yeah. 50k base compensation. That’s... generous."

"It’s hazard pay. They’re expecting 60-70% casualties."

The words hit like cold water. "What?"

"Three B-rank reconnaissance squads went in over the past 48 hours. Thirty awakened total. Zero survivors. The Authority stopped sending people after that." Marcus’s tone was matter-of-fact, like he was discussing weather. "They’re recruiting 1,000 participants because they’re throwing bodies at the problem and hoping 300-400 survive to provide intelligence."

Zeph’s stomach dropped. "And you’re calling me because...?"

"Because you need to register for this expedition."

"I—what? You just said 70% casualty rate!"

"I did. And you’re still registering." Marcus’s voice carried absolute certainty. "Listen carefully, because I’m only explaining this once."

Zeph heard rustling on the other end, like Marcus was settling into a chair.

"The ruins that manifested aren’t random. Dimensional scans show architectural patterns that match descriptions from pre-Descent texts—the kind of texts that discuss what existed BEFORE the System integrated with Earth. Before the rifts opened. Before awakening became possible."

Zeph’s hand tightened on his phone. "You’re saying these ruins are connected to the Descent itself?"

"More than that. The energy signature coming from the structure resonates on the same frequency as Soul Marks. YOUR frequency specifically."

The words made Zeph’s blood run cold.

"When the ruins manifested, every monitoring station within 100 kilometers registered a spike. My equipment registered it too—the same signature I detected in your soul after the goblin ritual. The Soul Mark residue that’s been dormant inside you? It RESPONDED to this structure appearing."

"That’s... that’s not possible. The Soul Mark transformation ended weeks ago. You said it was fading."

"I said the VISIBLE effects were fading. The mark itself integrated into your soul structure. It’s not gone, Zeph. It’s dormant. And something about these ruins is making it resonate."

Zeph looked at the egg on his table, pulsing with its steady rhythm.

"There’s more," Marcus continued. "The ruins aren’t just architecturally significant. Preliminary scans detected what our researchers are calling ’resonance chambers’—spaces specifically designed to interact with soul-based anomalies. If you go into those ruins, there’s a chance—a REAL chance—that you’ll find answers about what the Soul Mark is, how to control it, or how to remove it entirely."

"Or it could kill me."

"It could. 70% casualty rate means it probably will try. But here’s what I know: that Soul Mark residue isn’t staying dormant forever. In my experience with similar cases, dormancy lasts 6-18 months before reactivation begins. You’ve got maybe six months before it starts influencing you again."

"And you think these ruins have answers?"

"I think these ruins might be the ONLY answers available on this planet. The Authority doesn’t understand what they’re looking at. They’re treating it as archaeological curiosity with potential loot. But the resonance signature, the pre-System architecture, the soul-based detection systems—this isn’t a dead ruin. This is a FACILITY. Built by something that understood souls on a level we don’t."

Zeph processed this information while staring at his three items from Chen’s storage ring.

Mysterious egg. Unknown origin. Extra-dimensional artifact.

Skill Fusion Crystal. Legendary rarity. Impossible power.

Stat Redistribution Token. Complete rebuild opportunity.

And now: Ruins that resonated with his Soul Mark. Potential answers about what he was becoming.

"So you want me to walk into a meat grinder with 70% casualty rate because there MIGHT be information about my soul condition in ruins that killed thirty B-rank scouts."

"Yes."

"That’s insane."

"It’s calculated risk. You’re not a standard Level 35 awakened. You have A-rank skills, Expert technique, and survival experience most people twice your level lack. You’re in the 30% survivor bracket, not the 70% casualty bracket."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then in six months, the Soul Mark reactivates. You start experiencing the symptoms again—power surges, transformation urges, the Whisper. Except this time, there won’t be a crisis to channel it through. It’ll just be you, alone, trying to control something you don’t understand while it slowly overwrites your consciousness."

Marcus let that sink in.

"The ruins are a chance. Maybe the only chance you’ll get to understand what’s happening to you BEFORE it becomes uncontrollable. So yes, I’m telling you to register. And yes, the risk is extreme. But the alternative is worse."

Silence stretched between them.

Zeph looked at his apartment. His fake citizenship papers. His 461 credits. His rent due in 14 days with employment verification required in 4 days.

’I need the money desperately. That’s not even questionable.’

’But Marcus is right about something else. The Soul Mark hasn’t gone away. I just stopped thinking about it because the visible effects faded.’

’What happens when it comes back? When I’m mid-VR tournament and suddenly feel the Whisper again?’

’What happens when I’m in my apartment and the transformation tries to activate with no outlet?’

’I’ve been pretending the problem solved itself. But it didn’t. It’s just... waiting.’

"When’s registration?" he asked finally.

"January 3rd. In two days. Expedition departs January 11th. You have ten days to prepare."

"And you’re sure my fake identity will hold up to their background checks?"

"The papers I gave you are legitimate Sanctuary Authority forgeries. They’ll pass any standard verification. Just don’t do anything stupid between now and then to draw extra scrutiny."

Zeph nodded, then realized Marcus couldn’t see him. "Okay. I’ll register."

"Good. Now listen—"

"Actually, since you’re offering advice and I’m apparently risking my life for soul-related research purposes..." Zeph interrupted. "Can you spot me 8,000 credits for rent? It’s due in two weeks and I’m completely broke."

Silence.

"Marcus?"

"No."

"What? You’re telling me to—"

"You have income from VR tournaments coming. You’ll figure it out. This call is about the expedition, not your financial irresponsibility."

"I literally have 461 credits!"

"Then you should have budgeted better. Register for the expedition. I’ll contact you before departure with additional intel."

"Wait, you can’t just—"

Click.

The call ended.

Zeph stared at his phone in disbelief.

"That shameless bastard. He wants me to risk my life in ruins that killed thirty B-ranks but won’t loan me eight thousand fucking credits for rent?!"

He resisted the urge to throw his phone across the room. Barely.

’Fine. FINE. I’ll handle rent myself. VR tournament winnings. Selling something. I’ll figure it out.’

’But Marcus is a cheap asshole and I’m remembering this.’

He took a deep breath—generating 1.5 PP automatically—and forced himself to calm down.

’Okay. Priorities. I have ten days before the expedition.’

’Registration in two days. Rent crisis in 14 days. Employment verification in 4 days.’

’I need to: finish VR placements, research extra-dimensional ruins, upgrade my combat capabilities, and somehow not expose my fake identity before January 11th.’

’And I need to figure out what the hell to do with these three items from Chen’s ring.’

He opened a new search on his phone: Extra-dimensional ruins - survival guide

Dozens of results appeared. Academic papers. Survivor testimonies. Tactical analyses. Safety protocols.

Zeph started reading.

Ten days to prepare for a 70% casualty rate mission that might give him answers about the alien power slowly integrating into his soul.

Ten days to go from broke Level 35 refugee to someone capable of surviving what killed thirty B-rank scouts.

Ten days to get ready for the meat grinder.

’At least I have a goal now. And resources to work with.’

He looked at the Skill Fusion Crystal, the Stat Redistribution Token, and the mysterious egg.

’I can’t sell you for money. But maybe I can USE you to survive long enough to earn that 50,000 credits.’

’Fusion Crystal: emergency escape skill if I combine the right abilities.’

’Redistribution Token: optimize my build specifically for ruin survival.’

’Egg: absolutely no fucking clue, but you reacted to the announcement. You’re connected somehow.’

Zeph pulled up a notepad app and started planning.

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RUIN EXPEDITION PREP - 10 DAYS

DAY 1-2:

- Finish VR placements (5 matches remaining)

- Research ruin survival tactics

- Compile list of known extra-dimensional threats

DAY 3-4:

- Register for expedition

- Analyze stat optimization for ruin environment

- Test Skill Fusion combinations in VR

DAY 5-6:

- Use Stat Redistribution Token (requires 24hr recovery)

- Generate PP for potential emergency upgrades

DAY 7-8:

- Final equipment check

- Practice group combat scenarios (VR team matches)

- Memorize emergency protocols

DAY 9:

- Rest and recovery

- Final preparations

DAY 10:

- Expedition departure

- Try not to die

```

’In ten days, I’ll generate 324,000 PP. That’s enough for multiple major upgrades if I need them. Enough to fuse skills if the Fusion Crystal requires PP investment. Enough for whatever emergency spending becomes necessary.’

’I won’t be the strongest person on that expedition. But I’ll be the most optimized Level 35 they’ve ever seen.’

Zeph saved the plan and opened his first research document: "Surviving Extra-Dimensional Ruins: A Comprehensive Analysis of 197 Years of Manifestation Events"

The introduction was grim:

"Since the Dimensional Descent, approximately 1,247 extra-dimensional ruins have manifested across Earth’s surface. Of these, 89% were successfully explored and cleared. The remaining 11% resulted in total expedition loss, spatial collapse, or were classified as too dangerous to approach.

Casualty rates vary dramatically based on ruin type, with architectural complexity correlating strongly with danger level. Ruins showing evidence of advanced civilization construction have an average casualty rate of 73%..."

’73%. Marcus said 70%. So they’re actually being optimistic with their estimates.’

He kept reading.

Hours passed.

His phone battery dropped to 15%.

His eyes burned from screen glare.

But by the time exhaustion forced him to stop, Zeph had absorbed more information about extra-dimensional ruins than most participants would bother learning.

Threat categories. Environmental hazards. Common hostile entity types. Spatial anomaly warning signs. Group survival tactics. Emergency extraction protocols.

All of it filed away in his memory, ready to be accessed when his life depended on it.

Which, statistically, it absolutely would.

He set his phone aside and looked at the three items from Chen’s storage ring one more time.

The egg pulsed steadily.

The crystal spiraled endlessly.

The token gleamed with quiet promise.

’Ten days. 324,000 PP generation. Three legendary items. And a 70% chance of dying in ruins that might explain what the fuck is happening to my soul.’

’I should be terrified. Should be looking for any excuse to back out.’

’But I’m not.’

’Because Marcus is right. The Soul Mark isn’t gone. It’s waiting. And when it comes back, I need to understand it.’

’These ruins are my best chance. Maybe my only chance.’

’So fuck the statistics. Fuck the casualty rates. Fuck Marcus for not lending me rent money.’

’I’m going into those ruins. I’m surviving. I’m getting answers.’

’And I’m getting paid 50,000 credits to do it.’

Zeph closed his eyes and let his breathing settle into Foundation Breath rhythm.

1.5 PP per breath.

32,400 per day.

324,000 in ten days.

Infinite progression, one breath at a time.

Tomorrow, he’d finish his VR placements.

Tomorrow, he’d start real preparation.

Tomorrow, he’d begin the ten-day countdown to walking into hell.

But tonight?

Tonight he’d sleep, generate PP, and dream of survival.

The Primordial Architect worked tirelessly, even in sleep.

Building power for the trials ahead.

One breath at a time.