[{"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-141":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},1480627,1927,"Chapter 141: [141]: Silent Execution, The Phantom Menace","awakening-a-10-000x-skill-proficiency-multiplier-chapter-141",141,"\u003Cp>Sebastian fell silently through the air. The polymer of his black suit absorbed\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the wind resistance, making him little more than a falling shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He landed directly behind Inquisitor Vance’s plush velvet chair. His heavy boots\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>touched the polished obsidian floor with the absolute terrifying silence of a\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vance didn’t notice. The Level 70 psychic was too busy swirling his pink wine\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and watching the aristocratic couples dancing on the floor below. The loud noise\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>of the swelling orchestra and the clinking of crystal glasses filled the VIP\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>booth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian needed to keep it that way. He couldn’t let Vance scream! He couldn’t\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>let the death trigger an audio alert on the Vanguard network. He needed a\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>silencer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t reach for a high-tier spell. He opened his green Admin UI and dug into\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the pathetic low-level utility skills he had hoarded. He found a basic\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>sound-muffling hex used by low-level rogues to quiet their footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crushed the concept in his mind and forcefully injected it with his 10,000x\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nexus Glitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Action Registered: Compile Basic Muffle.] [Nexus Glitch Activated: Proficiency\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>x10,000.] [Basic Muffle leveled up to 10\u002F10!] [Evolution Requirement Met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evolves to Tier 3: Acoustic Void!] [WARNING: Concept Threshold Breached. Sound\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wave Law Unlocked.] [Acoustic Void evolves to Conceptual Law: Spatial\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Distortion.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of freezing mathematical clarity washed over his brain. He didn’t just\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>understand how to make things quiet. He understood how to grab the physical\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>concept of sound waves and crush them into absolute nothingness!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t cast it over the whole room. That would immediately spike his [Admin\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suspicion] meter. He kept it agonizingly tight, wrapping the invisible\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>hyper-compressed hex strictly around the immediate three-foot radius of the\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inquisitor’s chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vance suddenly frowned. The psychic raised a hand to his ear. The orchestral\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>music hadn’t stopped, but to Vance, the world had just instantly plunged into\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the terrifying dead silence of a vacuum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the\" Vance started to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the sound never left his throat! The words died in the air, instantly\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>deleted by the localized Spatial Distortion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t draw the heavy Earth Sword. He didn’t want to break the chair. He\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>reached out with his left hand, grabbing Vance entirely by the jaw from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His black leather glove clamped over the Inquisitor’s mouth with the unbreakable\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>unyielding force of an industrial vice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vance’s eyes snapped wide open in absolute horror. He tried to thrash. He tried\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to channel a psychic blast to fry the intruder’s brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Sebastian was too fast, and his physical synchronization was too dense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his right hand, Sebastian drove a sleek six-inch ceramic combat blade\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>directly upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SHLUCK.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade was entirely mundane, but backed by the terrifying physical strength\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>of a Demigod, it didn’t matter. The ceramic knife pierced the soft flesh under\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vance’s chin, punched cleanly through the roof of his mouth, and buried itself\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>hilt-deep directly into the psychic’s frontal lobe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vance’s body instantly went rigid. His hands clawed weakly at Sebastian’s\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>unmoving arm for a fraction of a second before falling limp. The health bar\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>hovering above his head violently deleted itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no scream. There was no gurgle of blood. The [Spatial Distortion]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>swallowed every single horrible sound of the execution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian didn’t let the body slump forward. He held the dead weight with\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>effortless ease. He smoothly withdrew the ceramic blade, a thick stream of dark\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>blood following the knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed Vance by the shoulders and carefully pulled the corpse backward until\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it was resting comfortably against the back of the velvet chair. He tilted\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vance’s head slightly downward, making it look as though the Inquisitor had\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>simply dozed off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian reached over and grabbed the stem of the crystal wine glass before it\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>could slip from Vance’s dead fingers. He placed it squarely on the small table\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>next to the chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wiped the ceramic blade on the inside of Vance’s purple leather coat,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>sheathed it, and took a step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at his work. From the ballroom floor below, it just looked like a\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>tired executive taking a nap in the VIP section.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One down,\" Sebastian whispered, his voice completely muted by his own spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three to go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dissolved the Spatial Distortion and immediately melted back into the shadows\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>of the balcony. He moved like a terrifying frictionless wraith, bypassing the\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>oblivious Vanguard guards stationed at the stairwells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His next target was General Kael. The man who ran the Harvest Dens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian found him two balconies over. Kael was a massive heavily armored man,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>laughing loudly as he leaned against the railing, pointing down at the dancers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was flanked by two elite bodyguards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking out three men silently required a different kind of geometry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian crept along the ornate ceiling beams, positioning himself perfectly\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>above the group. He activated his [Spatial Distortion], dropping the invisible\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>cone of silence over all three men simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The laughter abruptly died. The guards looked around in sudden confusion,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>tapping their helmets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He landed directly between the two guards. Before they could even raise their\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>rifles, Sebastian shot his arms out to the sides. He grabbed both of their\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>armored heads and violently slammed them together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of the heavy helmets caving inward was completely erased by the hex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards dropped like stones, their brains instantly pulverized by the sheer\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>kinetic force of Sebastian’s physical stats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Kael spun around, his eyes wide with sheer panic as his bodyguards\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>collapsed silently to the floor. He opened his mouth to scream for help. He\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>reached for the heavy plasma sword at his hip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian didn’t give him the chance!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped directly into Kael’s personal space. He didn’t use a knife. He just\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>grabbed the General by the thick armored collar of his uniform. He twisted his\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>hips and hurled the massive man backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kael flew through the air in absolute silence. He slammed into the heavy stone\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>wall of the balcony alcove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian was there before Kael could even slide to the floor. He drove his\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>heavy black boot directly into the center of the General’s chest plate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRUNCH.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The [God-Slayer’s Edge] passive applied to his boot. The kick bypassed the armor\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>entirely, shattering Kael’s sternum and driving the jagged bone fragments\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>directly into his heart!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The General’s eyes rolled back, a silent gasp of agony escaping his lips as his\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>health bar zeroed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian grabbed the dead General by the collar, dragging his heavy body over\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to a velvet couch. He propped Kael up, crossing the dead man’s legs and resting\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his chin on his fist to mimic a state of deep drunken contemplation. He dragged\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the two dead guards into the deep shadows behind the couch, entirely out of\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sleep tight, General,\" Sebastian muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third target was Commander Sterling. The arrogant noble was standing alone\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>near a private bar, admiring his own reflection in a crystal mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian didn’t even bother dropping from the ceiling. He used his [Heavenly\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steps] to fold space, instantly teleporting directly behind the Commander. He\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>popped the [Spatial Distortion] hex over them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sterling didn’t even have time to turn around!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian wrapped his arm around Sterling’s neck, locked in a brutal sleeper\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>hold, and simply flexed his Demigod-tier bicep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SNAP.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cervical spine severed instantly. Sterling’s body went totally limp, his\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>arrogant face frozen in a look of mild surprise. Sebastian lowered the body to\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the floor, propping it up against the bar counter with a half-empty bottle of\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>wine resting loosely in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had taken him less than four minutes. The top military command of the\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vanguard Syndicate had been systematically butchered, and the party below hadn’t\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>missed a single beat of the waltz.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian stood in the shadows of the balcony, looking down at the massive\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ballroom floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His silver-tinged eyes locked onto the final target. Guild Master Regis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head of the Syndicate was standing near the center fountain, still wearing\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his ridiculous Diamond Golem mask. He was surrounded by dozens of guards,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>completely exposed and completely arrogant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian cracked his knuckles, the sound finally returning to his ears as he\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>dropped the silencing hex. The loud obnoxious orchestral music washed over him\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, Regis,\" Sebastian whispered, his featureless black helmet reflecting\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the chaotic sparkling lights of the gala. \"The VIP section is closed. Let’s\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>finish the party.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1407,"2026-06-06T03:26:14.952Z",1,"novelbin.me","7d8a24d489938407eac1edf79cc5944c5718e2bb2703a81f27c750d7dc598594","awakening-a-10-000x-skill-proficiency-multiplier-chapter-84","awakening-a-10-000x-skill-proficiency-multiplier-chapter-83",198,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fawakening-a-10-000x-skill-proficiency-multiplier-cover.jpg"]