[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-awakening-a-10-000x-skill-proficiency-multiplier":3,"chapter-awakening-a-10-000x-skill-proficiency-multiplier-awakening-a-10-000x-skill-proficiency-multiplier-chapter-135":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Awakening a 10,000x Skill Proficiency Multiplier in the Apocalypse",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1480615,1927,"Chapter 135: [135]: “Geometry is fun”","awakening-a-10-000x-skill-proficiency-multiplier-chapter-135",135,"\u003Cp>[Basic Ricochet] [Tier: 0 Utility Skill] [Effect: Allows a fired projectile to\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>bounce off a solid surface once with a 50% damage reduction.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a parlor trick. A skill used by low level players to shoot around\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>corners, usually resulting in them accidentally shooting themselves in the foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian crushed the concept in his mind. And then, he forcefully rammed\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his 10,000x Nexus Glitch into the pathetic string of code.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Action Registered: Compile Basic Ricochet.] [Nexus Glitch Activated:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proficiency x10,000.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beautiful cascade of green and blue holographic windows flooded his internal\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>HUD. The server desperately tried to process ten thousand lifetimes of geometric\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>mastery being forcefully injected into a single user.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Basic Ricochet leveled up to 10\u002F10! Max Level Reached!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Evolution Requirement Met. Evolves to Tier 1: Perfect Rebound!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proficiency Overflow Detected!Perfect Rebound leveled up to 10\u002F10!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Evolution Requirement Met. Evolves to Tier 3: Geometric Slaughter!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proficiency Overflow Detected! Geometric\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaughter leveled up to 10\u002F10!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[WARNING: Concept Threshold Breached. KineticTrajectory Law Unlocked.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Geometric Slaughter evolves to Conceptual Law: Vector Overwrite.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of clarity washed over Sebastian’s highly optimized brain. He did not\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>just know how to bounce a bullet anymore. He understood the fundamental\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>mathematics of spatial trajectory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the world not as physical objects, but as a massive web of intersecting\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>angles, velocities, and kinetic transfers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fire!\" the squad leader roared, pulling the trigger of his machine gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BRRRRRRRT!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hail of heavy kinetic slugs tore through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian did not dodge. He simply took a half step to the right and tilted his\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>head exactly two inches. The barrage of bullets sailed harmlessly past him and\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>chewed up the concrete wall behind him in a shower of dust and sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad stopped firing. Their eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He had not even\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>looked like he was trying to dodge. He had just casually sidestepped a wall of\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My turn,\" Sebastian whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his standard issue kinetic rifle. He did not aim down the sights. He\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>did not even point the barrel at the five men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed the gun at a thick slanted steel support pillar located ten feet to\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is he aiming at?\" one of the grunts muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian pulled the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single standard tungsten slug erupted from the barrel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the naked eye, it was just a gunshot. But to Sebastian, it was a perfectly\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>calculated mathematical equation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bullet hit the steel pillar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLINK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not shatter. It did not lose momentum. The Vector Overwrite law engaged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bullet absorbed the kinetic energy of the impact, doubled its velocity, and\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>perfectly redirected its trajectory at an impossible seventy two degree angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It shot across the alleyway like a streak of invisible lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SQUELCH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bullet punched cleanly through the left eye of the knife wielding grunt. His\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>head snapped back, and his health bar instantly deleted as the slug pulverized\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his digital brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the bullet did not stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It exited the back of his skull and struck the heavy iron breastplate of the man\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>standing right behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bullet ricocheted off the dense metal and angled sharply downward. It struck\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the concrete floor, bounced back up, and completely shattered the jaw of the\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>third soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AGH!\" the man gargled, dropping his weapon as the bullet tore through his vocal\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>cords and exited his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slug was moving so fast now it was literally humming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ZIP! THWACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It bounced off a rusted shipping container, banked sharply to the left, and\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>cleanly severed the spinal cord of the fourth soldier. It dropped him to the\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>floor like a puppet with cut strings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader with the heavy machine gun stood entirely frozen. He had just\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>watched his four teammates drop dead in the span of one point two seconds. He\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>had not even processed the sound of the ricochets yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly looked down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bullet had bounced off the fourth man’s collarbone and buried itself\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>directly into the exact center of the leader’s forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiny perfect hole sat between his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. His massive machine\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>gun clattered to the floor, followed immediately by his heavy lifeless body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Target Eliminated x5.] [Players Remaining: 65] [ADMIN SUSPICION: 1%]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian lowered his rifle. He watched the red bar in his vision tick up by a\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>single percent, then slowly drop back down to zero. The server’s anti cheat\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>engine was incredibly confused. It had registered five fatal headshots from a\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>single bullet, but because the bullet had physically made contact with the\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>environment for every bounce, the physics engine officially categorized it as a\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>highly improbable ricochet event.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"See?\" Sebastian muttered, blowing a tiny wisp of smoke from the barrel of his\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>gun. \"Geometry is fun.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High above the arena, in the luxurious floating VIP boxes, Commander Sterling\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>sat perfectly still. He held a crystal glass of blue wine halfway to his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pale blue eyes were locked onto the massive holographic screens displaying\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aristocratic Vanguard officer had seen a lot of things in his time. He had\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>seen Mages burn entire city blocks. He had seen Berserkers cleave tanks in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had never seen a Level 42 grunt casually lobotomize a five man squad with\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a single bullet by shooting at a steel pole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sterling slowly lowered his glass. A massive smile spread across his pristine\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Incredible,\" Sterling whispered. His voice trembled with greed. \"He did not\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even look at them. He just did the math.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down in the dirt, Sebastian stepped over the dissolving corpses of the five men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not bother looting them. Their gear was trash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He casually ejected the magazine from his rifle, checked the remaining rounds,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and slapped it back in with a sharp CLACK.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had ninety nine bullets left. And there were exactly sixty five players left\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright,\" Sebastian sighed. He rolled his shoulders and walked out of the\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>alleyway. He headed directly toward the sounds of the heaviest gunfire in the\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>center of the map. \"Let us hurry this up. I want to be home before the spiders\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>start acting up again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He melted into the shadows of the industrial maze, a walking phantom of absolute\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>violence. The Crucible was supposed to be a test of survival. But for Sebastian,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it was just a very loud and annoying math test. And he was about to score a\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>perfect hundred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vanguard Arena had gone completely quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forty five minutes ago, the concrete maze had been a roaring noise of automatic\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>gunfire, explosive magic, and the screaming pleas of ninety nine players trying\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to survive the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the only sound echoing through the blood stained shipping containers was\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the heavy rhythmic thud of Sebastian’s combat boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step. Step. Step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked down the center of the main thoroughfare. He did not crouch. He did\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not check his corners. He held his standard issue kinetic rifle resting lazily\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>on his shoulder. His black featureless helmet gave away absolutely no emotion,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but beneath the visor, Sebastian was completely bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He checked his UI.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Players Remaining: 2] [ADMIN SUSPICION: 0%]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had spent the last half hour systematically dismantling the competition. He\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>had not used a single spell. He had not thrown a single Solar Flare. He had just\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>used his thirty percent physical synchronization and his glitched Vector\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overwrite to turn the arena into his personal shooting gallery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had bounced bullets down ventilation shafts to perfectly execute hiding\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>rogues. He had kicked heavy metal crates with enough force to crush fully buffed\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guardians into paste. To the cameras, he looked like the most highly skilled\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>human soldier to ever walk the server.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"LADIES AND CORPORATE SPONSORS!\" the announcer’s voice suddenly boomed through\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the stadium speakers, breaking the silence. \"WE ARE DOWN TO THE FINAL TWO! IT IS\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>AN ABSOLUTE MASSACRE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd up in the stands, safely behind the magical barriers, went absolutely\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>feral. The cheering was a metallic roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"IN THE RED CORNER, THE UNKNOWN GRUNT WHO HAS TAKEN THIS ARENA BY STORM! THE MAN\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WITH THE IMPOSSIBLE AIM... TRENT!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian rolled his eyes behind his mask. ’Trent. God, I need a better alias.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AND IN THE BLUE CORNER! THE UNDISPUTED KING OF THE HEAVYWEIGHT DIVISION! THE\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WALKING SLAUGHTERHOUSE... DRAX!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive set of heavy iron doors at the far end of the thoroughfare suddenly\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>blew outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doors did not just open. They were violently ripped from their hinges and\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>thrown fifty feet through the air, crashing heavily into a concrete bunker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the billowing cloud of dust and smoke, a nightmare stepped out into the\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>harsh stadium lighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drax was not just a player. He was a monument to industrial violence.\u003C\u002Fp>",1478,"2026-06-06T03:26:14.952Z",1,"novelbin.me","f6da49fe3696837b5df14f24a3905c6e2dc844d7cdf76db64f4cca4dc0b2b460","awakening-a-10-000x-skill-proficiency-multiplier-chapter-78","awakening-a-10-000x-skill-proficiency-multiplier-chapter-134",198,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fawakening-a-10-000x-skill-proficiency-multiplier-cover.jpg"]