[{"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-152":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},1480507,1927,"Chapter 152: [154]: Server 404, The Ash Wastes","awakening-a-10-000x-skill-proficiency-multiplier-chapter-152",152,"\u003Cp>The transition to Server 404 was not a seamless glide through digital space. It\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>felt like being forcefully shoved through a high-speed industrial fan made of\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>pure mathematics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian materialized with a heavy, concussive thud, his boots slamming into\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the ground. He stumbled forward, his thirty-percent physical synchronization\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>easily catching his massive weight before he could face-plant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up straight and immediately regretted taking a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck me,\" Sebastian coughed, waving a black-gloved hand in front of his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was absolutely lethal. It didn’t smell like sulfur or the metallic tang\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>of blood. It smelled like burning hair and superheated bleach. Every inhale felt\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like dragging sandpaper down his trachea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BING! BING!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His UI instantly flared with aggressive, blinking red warnings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[System Alert: Entering Server 404 - The Ash Wastes.] [Environmental Hazard:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Extreme Heat Detected.] [Warning: Ambient Temperature exceeds 150 Degrees\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celsius.] [Debuff Applied: Searing Lungs. -100 HP\u002Fsec.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian didn’t panic. He just rolled his eyes. He didn’t bother casting a\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>cooling spell. He didn’t reach for a water potion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His [Thermal Immunity] passive law, perfectly evolved through the 10,000x Nexus\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glitch, instantly recognized the hostile environment. The conceptual law of\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>absolute thermal rejection wrapped around his avatar like an invisible, soothing\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>second skin. The terrifying heat simply ceased to interact with his biology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nice try, server,\" Sebastian muttered, his voice echoing in the vast emptiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around. The landscape was a breathtaking, horrifying monument to\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>digital despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no sky. Instead, two massive, bloated, sickly-orange suns hung\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>suspended in a violently swirling canopy of dark purple smog. The light they\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>cast was harsh, casting long, unnatural shadows across the endless dunes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t sand beneath his boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian crouched down and scooped up a handful of the white, powdery substance\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that made up the desert. He let it sift through his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRUNCH.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was bone. Millions upon millions of pulverized, completely shattered human\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and monster bones, mixed with the raw, grey wireframe data of deleted assets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A literal graveyard,\" Sebastian whispered, standing back up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Server 404 wasn’t a standard game world. In the lore of the Ethereal Plane, when\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a player’s data became too corrupted, or when a lower-tier server finally\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>succumbed to the Void, the System didn’t just cleanly delete the files. It\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>dumped the garbage here. It was the cosmic trash bin of the multiverse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind howled, whipping the bone-dust into blinding, abrasive tornadoes that\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>scoured the jagged, rusted metal spires jutting out of the dunes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian was alone. Wraith hadn’t loaded in yet, likely delayed by the heavy\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>encryption protocols of the transit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian didn’t wait. He didn’t have time to hold hands. He opened his\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>administrative map. The UI projected a massive, glowing holographic grid over\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t looking for towns or refugee camps. He was looking for the largest\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>concentration of localized mana on the server. He was looking for the World\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There,\" Sebastian said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About ten miles to the north, a massive, violently pulsing red blip illuminated\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his radar. It was sitting at the bottom of a colossal geological depression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t use his [Heavenly Steps] to teleport. The ambient magical interference\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>from the twin suns was incredibly dense, and forcefully bending space right now\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>would just drain his physical stamina unnecessarily. He simply engaged his\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demigod-tier muscles and marched through the oppressive, lethal wasteland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With every step, the bone-sand crunched loudly beneath his boots. The sheer\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>scale of the desolation was staggering. He passed the half-buried, rusted husks\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>of massive Vanguard siege mechs. He walked over the colossal, fossilized\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ribcages of Void Titans that had long since rotted away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The System really doesn’t care about recycling,\" Sebastian noted, kicking a\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>skull out of his path. It shattered into grey pixels upon impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked, his mind drifted back to Sanctuary. He thought about the cold,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>pristine slab of the Resurrection Altar. He thought about Valerie lying there,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her avatar completely frozen, her digital soul held hostage by a line of code.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark, heavy anger settled in his chest. It wasn’t the fiery, explosive rage of\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a berserker. It was the cold, terrifying certainty of an executioner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was going to tear this entire planet apart to get the fuel he needed. And he\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>wasn’t going to lose a single minute of sleep over it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After thirty minutes of relentless, unbothered marching, the rolling dunes of\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>bone abruptly ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian stopped at the edge of a massive, yawning chasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The canyon was easily five miles wide and dropped straight down into absolute\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>darkness. The jagged cliffs looked like they had been violently torn apart by a\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>massive tectonic shift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t dark at the bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sickly, pulsating red glow emanated from the depths of the gorge, casting\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>eerie, shifting shadows against the canyon walls. The smell of raw,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>unadulterated copper and rotting meat wafted up from the abyss, completely\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>overpowering the smell of the burning ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian peered over the edge. His [True Sight] instantly pierced the gloom,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>revealing the source of the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, that’s not ominous at all,\" Sebastian deadpanned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t bother looking for a safe path down. He didn’t care about climbing\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just casually stepped off the ledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gravity aggressively grabbed him, pulling his hyper-dense body down toward the\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>glowing red depths at a terrifying speed. The wind roared in his ears as he\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>plummeted past the jagged rock faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t panic. Right before he hit the bottom, he forcefully edited his mass\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to zero, instantly arresting his momentum. He floated gently for the last ten\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>feet, his boots touching down on the solid, obsidian floor of the canyon with a\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>soft, perfectly silent tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He restored his mass and looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had found the source. And he had found the locals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bottom of the canyon was a localized nightmare that perfectly encapsulated\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the absolute cruelty of the Ethereal Plane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sebastian stood in the shadows of a towering, jagged rock formation. His\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>silver-tinged eyes scanned the massive, cavernous space.\u003C\u002Fp>",1016,"2026-06-06T03:26:14.952Z",1,"novelbin.me","978ba81bfe0cb8aff1642f1fd4d76df69383ae480de1effba2c0f191bb5f2bf3","awakening-a-10-000x-skill-proficiency-multiplier-chapter-153","awakening-a-10-000x-skill-proficiency-multiplier-chapter-151",198,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fawakening-a-10-000x-skill-proficiency-multiplier-cover.jpg"]