SSS-Tier Extraction: From Outcast to Overgod!
Chapter 52: First Strike, Strategic Defense

Chapter 52: First Strike, Strategic Defense

Ryan knew he couldn’t fight them all at once. He had to break their formation, create chaos. He also knew they were expecting him to make a run for it.

So, he did exactly what they expected. He feigned panic, his eyes darting to the left, then to the right, as if searching for an escape path that wasn’t there. He was playing the part of the cornered rat.

Kane’s soldiers took the bait. They advanced more quickly, their movements becoming more aggressive as they scented an easy victory.

Just as they were about to close in, Ryan exploded into motion. He didn’t run away; he dove forward, sliding behind a large, low-profile Precursor control console that sat directly in the path of one of the fire teams. From their perspective, it looked like a desperate, last-ditch move for cover.

They were wrong.

This was the console he had noticed earlier, the one his Neural Symbiote Map had flagged with a tiny, hidden icon labeled "Auxiliary Defense Sub-System."

Hidden in a small, recessed panel on the side of the console was a power receptacle. Ryan ripped his "Charged god Power Core" from his belt.

The Tier 4 battery hummed with contained energy. He slammed it into the receptacle with a satisfying thunk.

For a second, nothing happened. Then, a low hum started to build, quickly escalating into a high-pitched whine of dormant technology roaring back to life.

The Crimson Banner soldiers paused, confused by the sound. On the ceiling high above them, a hidden panel slid open. A sleek, multi-barreled turret descended, its optical sensors glowing a bright, menacing blue. It swiveled, its motors nearly silent, and locked onto Kane’s advancing squads.

Before they could even fully register the new threat, the turret opened fire.

It didn’t fire bullets or lasers. It fired thick, crackling bolts of white stun energy. The bolts moved with incredible speed, and the turret’s targeting was flawless.

One bolt slammed into a Crimson Banner soldier, and he didn’t scream or bleed. His entire body just seized up, his muscles locking in a violent spasm, and he collapsed to the floor, twitching uncontrollably.

Another bolt hit a second soldier, then a third, then a fourth.

In the space of three seconds, half of Kane’s elite squad was out of the fight, neutralized without a single lethal shot being fired. The remaining soldiers stared in shock, their perfect formation completely shattered.

This was the chaos Ryan needed.

He exploded from behind the console, not bothering with the downed soldiers. He was a blur of motion, his new boots carrying him across the floor with incredible speed.

His target was the head of the snake. He went straight for Tom Kane. His poisoned knife was a faint glimmer in the dim light, aimed directly for Kane’s throat.

It was a perfect, unstoppable attack. And Tom Kane stopped it.

Just as Ryan’s blade was about to find its mark, Kane moved. His reaction was inhumanly fast, impossibly perfect. He didn’t just block; he shifted his body in a fluid, precise movement that not only knocked Ryan’s knife aside but also put himself in a perfect position for a counter-attack.

Kane’s eyes seemed to flicker with a strange, analytical light. It was as if he had seen the attack coming a full second before it happened.

This was his S-Tier talent: "Strategic Mimicry." It wasn’t just about copying moves. It was about observing an opponent, analyzing their patterns, their tactics, their very way of fighting, and then generating a perfect, predictive counter-strategy in an instant.

"A simple flanking rush followed by a direct assault on the leader," Kane said, his voice cold and steady even in the heat of battle. "A predictable, if effective, strategy. My turn."

The fight became an intense, high-speed duel. Ryan was a storm of raw power and diverse skills, while Kane was a wall of perfect, calculated defense and brutally efficient counter-attacks.

Ryan used his Chrono-Manipulation, casting "Haste" on himself to become a blur of speed. Kane’s talent instantly adapted, his movements becoming more compact and defensive, perfectly positioned to intercept attacks from any angle.

Ryan used a "Phase Step," teleporting behind Kane for a surprise attack. Kane was already turning as Ryan appeared, his own blade ready to meet the attack, his talent having predicted the most likely point of reappearance.

It was like fighting a supercomputer that could predict his every move. It was frustrating, and it was terrifying. Ryan realized he couldn’t win by being tactical. Kane’s whole thing was being more tactical than anyone.

He had to do something that broke the pattern, something that Kane’s logic-based talent couldn’t predict. He needed to be illogical.

As they clashed again, Ryan did something utterly bizarre. Using his Weaver’s Interface Gauntlet, he activated its "Localized Reality Edit" skill. He didn’t try to create a wall or a barrier.

÷He used it to do something small, petty, and completely unexpected. He momentarily decreased the friction on the small patch of floor directly under Kane’s left foot.

It wasn’t a big change, just enough to make the polished Precursor floor feel like a patch of wet ice for a split second.

Kane’s talent, which was busy calculating angles of attack and predicting teleportation trajectories, was completely unprepared for such a minor, physics-breaking prank. As he pivoted to deliver another perfect counter-stroke, his foot slipped, just a tiny bit. His perfect balance faltered for less than a tenth of a second.

But a tenth of a second was all Ryan needed.

Ryan’s poisoned knife shot forward, not at Kane’s throat, but at his exposed shoulder. The blade bit deep, and Kane let out a sharp, pained grunt. As this happened, one of Kane’s recovering soldiers managed to get off a quick shot. A stray energy bolt grazed Ryan’s side, and he hissed in pain, a searing line of heat marking his armor. It wasn’t a clean win.

Kane, clutching his wounded shoulder, made the smart, tactical decision. He was wounded, half his squad was down, and his opponent was dangerously unpredictable. He barked a single, sharp command: "Regroup! Recover the fallen!"

The remaining Crimson Banner soldiers fell back, dragging their twitching comrades with them, forming a defensive circle near the entrance of the chamber. The immediate fight was over.

But just as the echoes of the battle began to fade, a new, powerful voice boomed through the entire Core Chamber. It was the god Warden, making a Sector-wide announcement.

"SECTOR ALERT: god WEAVER CORE ACTIVATION

DETECTED. REGIONAL CONTROL PROTOCOL INITIATED."

The Warden’s voice was calm, but the words carried immense weight.

"The first faction to establish and maintain stable control over the god Weaver’s primary console for a duration of ten minutes will claim Sector Gamma Provisional Governorship, with all associated rights and responsibilities.

The contest is now active."

A timer, counting down from ten minutes, appeared in every player’s vision. The stakes of this fight had just skyrocketed from a simple brawl to a battle for control over the entire Sector.

And as if on cue, the other rivals began to arrive. From a different archway, Zara Khan and her Circuit Breakers entered, their advanced Precursor-derived technology gleaming in the dim light.

From another, the brutish Iron Wolves, led by the fearsome Viktor "Ironjaw," charged in, roaring with bloodlust.

The Core Chamber was no longer a dueling ground. It had become the epicenter of a war. Ryan stood alone in the center, between the magnificent Weaver and the multiple factions who all wanted its power for themselves.

His short-lived victory had just become the starting pistol for a much larger, much more chaotic race.