SSS Ranked Talent: I Can Upgrade My Skills Infinitely-Chapter 195: Forging the Terran Arsenal, The Genesis Warhead

Chapter 195: Forging the Terran Arsenal, The Genesis Warhead

"Then use your magic!" another general shot back, pointing a trembling finger at Magnus. "You have monsters! You have spells that can freeze oceans! Use that!"

"Inefficient," Alvian said, shaking his head. "My magic, and the magic of the Guardians, relies on the System. We manipulate mana through a defined set of rules. The Outer Gods exist outside the System. My highest-tier deletion codes simply bounced off their flesh. To them, our magic is just poorly formatted data."

The room fell into a suffocating silence. The human leaders looked at each other, the horrifying realization dawning on them. If physics didn’t work, and magic didn’t work, they were already dead.

"So," the Prime Minister whispered, slumping into his chair. "It’s over. We’re just waiting to be deleted."

"I hate defeatism," Alvian muttered, running a hand through his dark hair. "It’s a terrible waste of processing power."

Valeria stepped forward, her golden aura flaring with a warm, comforting light that pushed back the despair creeping into the room. "He didn’t bring you here to tell you how we die," Valeria said, her voice ringing with the absolute conviction of the Vanguard. "He brought you here to tell you how we win."

Alvian looked at her. He felt a familiar, irrational warmth in his chest. In a world governed by stats and cold logic, Valeria’s unwavering faith in him was the one variable he never wanted to optimize out. He caught her eye, holding the gaze for a beat longer than necessary, a silent thank you passing between them before he turned back to the humans.

"Your physics fail because they lack conceptual weight," Alvian explained, tapping a rapid series of commands into the terminal. "Our magic fails because it lacks raw, undeniable physical density. But what happens if we combine them?"

The hologram shifted again. This time, it displayed a standard human fighter jet. Beside it, the image of a Draconic Wyvern appeared. The two holograms merged. The jet was suddenly plated in jagged, adamantite scales. Its jet engines burned with blue, magical fire.

"I am initiating the Terran Integration Project," Alvian declared, his voice echoing with the authority of a High Marshall. "We are going to fuse Earth’s military technology with the System’s enchantments. I have the Genesis Forge. I have the resources of the Sea Kings’ Treasury. And I have the admin privileges to force the code to accept the merger."

Magnus crossed his massive, stony arms, a low rumble echoing in his chest. "You want to put my armor on their flying tin cans?"

"I want to put your armor on their tanks, Magnus," Alvian corrected. "I want to take their armor-piercing rounds and enchant them with [Void Sever]. I want to take their sniper rifles and give them the [Abyssal Arrow] properties of the Elven Guardians. We are going to build an arsenal that obeys physics but hits with the weight of magic."

"Can you actually do that?" General Winters asked, his eyes wide with a desperate, frantic hope. "Can you enchant a nuclear warhead?"

Alvian’s lips curled into a sharp, predatory smile. It was the smile of a man who had looked at the end of the world and decided it was just another boss fight waiting to be farmed.

"General," Alvian said softly. "I can enchant the concept of gravity. A warhead is just a matter of proper stat allocation. Bring me your heavy ordnance. Bring me your mechs, your jets, and your bullets. Empty your silos and bring them to the lower hangars of this city."

He leaned over the table, his violet eyes locking onto the human leaders until they felt the sheer, terrifying weight of the Godslayer pinning them to their chairs.

"We have exactly five active Beacons dragging those abominations to Earth," Alvian finalized. "We are going to drop a magically enhanced, physics-defying apocalypse on every single one of them. Do we have an accord?"

No one argued. No one dared to bring up jurisdiction or sovereignty. When the devil offers you a sword to fight a monster, you don’t ask for the receipt.

"Yes, High Marshall," General Winters said, swallowing hard. "We’ll begin the transfer immediately."

"Good. Dismissed."

As the humans scurried out of the room, escorted by the towering Vanguard knights, Alvian finally let out a long breath. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, the headache from parsing the cosmic data returning with a vengeance.

"That went well," Seraphina quipped, hopping up to sit on the edge of the holographic table. "I only saw three of them wet themselves."

"It was necessary," Valeria said, stepping into Alvian’s personal space. She reached out, her fingers gently grazing the back of his hand where it rested on the console. The cool metal of her gauntlet was a stark contrast to the burning heat radiating from his [Chaos Body]. "You look exhausted, Alvian. You need to sleep."

"Sleep is a luxury we cannot afford until the Beacons are offline," Alvian said, though he didn’t pull his hand away from hers. He turned his palm up, his fingers lightly curling around hers for a fleeting second. "But I appreciate the diagnostic check."

Valeria offered a small, fond eye-roll, her cheeks dusting with a faint pink that she quickly tried to hide by looking at the map. "You’re impossible. What’s next?"

"Next," Alvian said, his gaze shifting to the glowing red marker over the ruins of Paris. "We go to the basement. I need to commit several severe violations of standard safety protocols." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

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The Genesis Forge, located deep within the armored bowels of Azureus, was not designed for modern warfare. It was a chamber of blinding white creation magic, featuring a massive anvil made of captured starlight, suspended in a swirling vortex of ancient ley lines. It was a place meant for forging mythical swords and legendary shields.

It was certainly not meant to house a twenty-foot-long, three-ton intercontinental ballistic missile.

"Alvian, I am begging you," Valeria said, her voice tight with a mixture of exasperation and genuine fear. "Please tell me you aren’t going to hit that thing with a hammer."

Alvian stood before the massive, olive-green cylinder of the nuclear warhead, which was currently hovering a few inches above the starlight anvil thanks to a localized gravity spell. He wore a simple black undershirt, having discarded the heavy [Vestments of the Void Monarch] due to the intense, spiritual heat of the forge. Sweat glistened on his pale skin, illuminating the impossibly dense musculature of his [Chaos Body].

"I don’t use hammers," Alvian replied, his tone entirely serious as he pulled up his holographic interface. "Hammers are imprecise. I use the [Super Upgrade System]. Though, technically, if the system requires percussive maintenance, I might have to punch it."

Valeria buried her face in her gauntleted hands, groaning loudly. "I’m going to die. I survived the Dragon King just to get vaporized in a basement because my partner decided to play blacksmith with a nuke."

Alvian paused his typing. He looked over his shoulder at her. She had shed her heavy plate armor for the downtime, wearing only her padded undersuit. She looked strong, beautiful, and utterly stressed out.

"You aren’t going to die," Alvian said, his voice softening. He walked over to her, stopping just inches away. He reached out, his thumb gently wiping a smudge of soot from her cheek. The physical contact was brief, but he let his hand linger near her jaw for a second. "I calculated the blast radius if the containment fails. We’d be erased on a sub-atomic level before the pain receptors could even register the heat. It would be entirely painless."

Valeria stared at him, her grey eyes wide. She let out a breathy, incredulous laugh, leaning into his touch just a fraction before he pulled away. "You are the absolute worst at comforting people, you know that?"

"I prioritize factual reassurance," Alvian noted, a faint smirk touching the corner of his mouth. "Now, stand behind the blast shield. I need to concentrate."

Valeria shook her head, a fond smile breaking through her worry as she retreated behind the thick, transparent mana-glass barrier at the edge of the room. "Just don’t drop it, butterfingers."

Alvian turned back to the warhead. His expression instantly shifted back to a mask of cold, calculating focus. He opened his spatial inventory.

Three items floated out, hovering in the air beside the missile.

The first was the [Tidal Core], a swirling orb of condensed, raging ocean currents he had looted from the Seahorse Warlord. The second was a vial of [Dragonfire], harvested from the corpse of Highlord Ignis, burning with a heat that threatened to melt the stone floor. The third was a jagged, grey chunk of code—a remnant of the [Reality Anchor] from the Dimensional Gap.

"System," Alvian commanded, his voice dropping into the harmonic, dual-toned frequency of his Admin authority. "Target: Terrestrial Nuclear Warhead. Action: Fusion Upgrade."

┌─────[ System Alert ]─────┐

│ Target is non-system matter.

│ Integration of Mythical materials is highly unstable.

│ Probability of catastrophic detonation: 98.7%

│ Proceed? [Y/N]

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