[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-started-with-a-10-000x-multiplier-in-a-game-worl":3,"chapter-started-with-a-10-000x-multiplier-in-a-game-worl-started-with-a-10-000x-multiplier-in-a-game-worl-chapter-25":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Started with a 10,000x Multiplier in a Game World",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1136178,1466,"Chapter 25: The Voidsever, An Endless Descent","started-with-a-10-000x-multiplier-in-a-game-worl-chapter-25",25,"\u003Cp>Dante stepped through the swirling violet rift. The world simply ceased to exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no loading screen, no flash of bright light, and no sudden shift in the environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One second he was standing on the jagged volcanic rock of Embercraig Canyon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next, he was completely enveloped in absolute and suffocating darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t hit the ground. He was falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind roared in his ears. It was a deafening rush of air that physically battered his armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t see his own hands. He couldn’t see the glowing interface of his system menus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was plunging through a total sensory void at terminal velocity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"System, pull up the map,\" Dante shouted over the rushing wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing happened. No blue holographic window appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to activate a skill. He focused his mind to attempt to trigger the Zenith-tier teleportation of [Blink Step].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to arrest his momentum or find a solid surface to anchor against.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Error: Spatial coordinates unavailable.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Error: User is outside standard Zenith Protocol mapping parameters.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skill failed completely. The system didn’t even know where he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The initial shock rapidly faded. It was replaced by a cold creeping dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the physical world, falling for this long meant he had already crossed miles of empty space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was plunging deep beneath the bedrock of the Overture server. He was descending into the unmapped and unregulated depths of the game architecture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he hit the ground at this speed, the [Sun-Forged Cuirass] wouldn’t save him. His massive health pool wouldn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kinetic impact would instantly zero out his HP. His VR capsule back on Veridia would scramble his brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One minute passed. Then two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer duration of the drop was agonizing. It gave him entirely too much time to think about the absolute permanence of what was waiting at the bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the primal panic began to claw its way into his chest, the absolute darkness finally broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint and violet glow appeared directly beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a tiny speck at first. It rapidly expanded into a massive and glowing sheet of light as he accelerated toward it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante gritted his teeth. He brought his heavy and iron-plated arms up to protect his head and neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He braced his digital muscles for the impact. He fully expected his avatar to shatter like glass against the bedrock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hit the violet glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no horrific crash. The impact was incredibly soft. It was like slamming into a massive and highly pressurized net woven from pure energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The violet light acted as a localized gravity well. It caught him perfectly and absorbed one hundred percent of his terminal velocity in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barrier held him suspended for a fraction of a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it slowly lowered him the remaining fifty feet and deposited him gently onto a smooth and cold stone floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The violet light dissipated into fine mist. It left Dante standing in the gloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante slowly lowered his arms. He took a deep and shuddering breath. His heart hammered against his ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was standing in the center of a colossal and subterranean pantheon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scale of the architecture was impossible to comprehend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Massive and heavily eroded stone pillars thicker than redwood trees stretched hundreds of feet into the darkness above. They supported a ceiling that was completely lost in the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls were lined with statues. They didn’t depict human knights, elven rangers, or standard fantasy monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The statues were deeply unsettling. They were abstract and multi-limbed entities with featureless faces carved in poses of absolute subjugation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This place didn’t look like a dungeon designed for players.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It completely lacked the sharp, clean, digitized aesthetic of the Zenith Protocol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked primordial. It looked like it had been carved by hands that predated the system entirely. It was buried and forgotten beneath the code of Overture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where the hell did your pendant send me, Lillian?\" Dante whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice echoed endlessly across the vast and empty hall. It bounced off the massive pillars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiny flash of silver light illuminated the gloom to his right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aura materialized out of her pet-space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little ethereal fox didn’t do her usual happy spin in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She floated close to the shoulder of Dante. Her three starlight tails were tucked tightly against her glowing body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her oversized eyes scanned the dark pantheon with a look of extreme and cautious reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante followed her gaze toward the far end of the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the absolute center of the massive room, sitting atop a raised circular dais of flawless white marble, was a grand altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And resting perfectly dead center on that altar was a weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante couldn’t clearly make out the fine details from this distance. But he didn’t need to see it to understand what it was. He could feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weapon was radiating a dense and oppressive aura that actively distorted the air around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a magical glow or a simple particle effect. It felt like standing near the event horizon of a black hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was gravitational. The weapon was actively pulling the ambient light, the dust, and the very atmosphere of the room into its center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante took a step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment his boot hit the stone, the gravitational pull intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It became a physical sensation that tugged at his heavy gold armor, urged him to walk faster, and tried to drag him toward the dais.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t draw the [Crimson Edge].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instinctively knew that a Silver-grade weapon would be completely useless in the presence of whatever was sitting on that altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked down the massive central aisle. His boots clicked rhythmically against the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With every step, the pressure in his chest grew tighter. It felt like diving to the bottom of the ocean without a pressurized suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cosmic weight of the room was trying to force him to his knees and demand compliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante gritted his teeth and forced his posture to remain perfectly straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The [Sun-Forged Cuirass] gleamed faintly. Its passive resistances fought back against the crushing atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached the base of the white marble dais.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He climbed the wide and pristine steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resting on the altar was a broadsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade was forged from an entirely light-absorbent and jagged black metal. It didn’t reflect a single photon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The edge looked rough and unfinished. It looked like it had been violently torn from a larger and impossible structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hilt was wrapped in dark and fossilized bone. The heavy crossguard contained three circular empty sockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the most terrifying piece of equipment Dante had ever laid eyes on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t trigger an appraisal skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system interface was completely silent. There were no tooltips, no floating text, and no warnings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword was waiting for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante reached out. His iron-plated gauntlet hovered just inches over the dark bone hilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Intuition stat was screaming at him. It rang like a blaring fire alarm in the back of his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed his fingers around the hilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The physical world didn’t just fade away. It violently shattered!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante gasped as his vision instantly snapped to pitch black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The subterranean pantheon, the white marble altar, and Aura all vanished in a fraction of a millisecond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was thrust into a void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t the empty and quiet darkness he had experienced during the fall. This was a churning chaotic ocean of pure and destructive energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psychic assault hit him with the force of a asteroid strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Visions slammed into his brain at lightspeed. They completely bypassed his optical nerves and burned directly into his consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw entire planets cracking in half. Their molten cores bled into the vacuum of space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw skies raining liquid fire onto towering cities made of glass and steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw billions of digital avatars of players, NPCs, and monsters alike. They screamed in synchronized agony as they were deleted into gray ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the unedited and raw history of the universe. It was a never-ending cycle of creation followed by absolute and merciless eradication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at the center of every single vision driving the destruction was the weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voidsever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name didn’t appear in a neat system prompt. It was carved directly into his mind. It echoed with a thousand overlapping and monstrous voices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword wasn’t just a piece of high-tier loot. It was a sentient and primordial parasite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t want a master to swing it. It wanted a vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wanted a hollow and obedient shell to carry it across the realms so it could continue feeding on the annihilation of worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psychic pressure crashed down on the ego of Dante. It was millions of times heavier than the physical gravity in the temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the mindscape, Dante dropped to his knees and clutched his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the physical pantheon, his real body locked up completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was frozen, standing at the white marble altar. His hand was glued to the hilt of the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The veins in his neck bulged and glowed with a sickly and corrupted violet light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin stream of crimson blood dripped from his left nostril. It stained the gold plating of his armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The neural link connecting his digital avatar to his physical brain inside the VR capsule on Veridia was redlining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Warning: Critical Neural Strain.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Warning: Consciousness integrity failing. Ego deletion imminent.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system alarms were faint. They were muffled entirely by the roaring noise of the visions tearing through his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get out of my mind,\" Dante gritted his teeth. His digital jaw trembled under the strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword didn’t listen. It pushed harder. It fed him raw and concentrated despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It showed him Silas standing over him in Aethelgard. Silas twisted the dagger deeper into his spine while Vanguard’s Legacy cheered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It showed him Lillian walking away from their apartment. She faded into the dark without ever looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It told him that fighting was entirely pointless. The Zenith Protocol would always win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanity was nothing more than a temporary battery to be drained and discarded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante felt his identity starting to slip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His memories of Aethelgard, of his tiny cramped apartment in Oakhaven, of the bitter taste of cheap synthetic coffee at Joe’s Diner were burning away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were being replaced by the endless cold void of the consciousness of the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was going to die here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wouldn’t be a game death resulting in a fried capsule. It was a complete ego death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voidsever would hollow him out. He would become a walking puppet for the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a chime rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a tiny and familiar resonant sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It cut through the roaring calamity of the mindscape like a brilliant silver needle piercing heavy fabric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tiny Aether Sprite didn’t obey the oppressive rules of the ancient pantheon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a Doom Harbinger. She was born from the exact kind of cosmic weight that currently saturated the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the physical world, Aura zipped forward. She didn’t try to physically pull the hand of Dante away from the altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She flew directly up to his face. Her tiny and glowing body pressed firmly against his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the mindscape, the chaotic sky tore open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blinding beam of pure and concentrated starlight crashed down into the churning ocean of dark matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aura materialized next to Dante in the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t take the form of the tiny fox here. The sheer scale of the mental battle forced her true essence to project.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took the form of the girl he had caught falling in the Uncharted Death Zone. She wore the tattered white dress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes burned with absolute and piercing silver authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knelt beside Dante and placed her glowing hands firmly on his armored shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The agonizing psychic pressure instantly halved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anchor,\" Aura said. Her voice echoed with that strange and dual-layered resonance. It pushed back against the roaring voices of the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She channeled her pure spiritual energy directly into his neural link. She acted as a tether to his humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t fight the sword for him. But she could give him the solid ground he needed to stand on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante took a massive and shuddering breath in the mindscape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The burning in his frontal lobe cooled. He could feel his own identity and his own memories snapping violently back into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his eyes and looked up at the churning void above them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think you can just overwrite me?\" Dante yelled into the darkness. His voice steadily gained volume and power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just survived a literal suicide bomb. I dragged myself out of a frying VR capsule. You are a piece of metal stuck in a rock.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t try to block the will of the sword anymore. A shield wouldn’t work here. He had to attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante channeled every single ounce of rage, exhaustion, and spite he had built up over the last three months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He funneled his hatred for Silas, his absolute frustration with the unyielding rules of the Zenith Protocol, and his sheer and stubborn refusal to die into a localized mental spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thrust his own consciousness straight into the core of the predatory will of the weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mindscape shattered like a pane of brittle glass!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The visions of calamity glitched out. They froze in mid-air before violently bursting into harmless digital static.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eyes of Dante snapped open in the physical world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still standing at the white marble altar in the subterranean pantheon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right hand was wrapped tightly around the dark bone hilt of [Voidsever].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword was vibrating violently. It let out a high-pitched and metallic shriek that echoed off the massive pillars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was still fighting him, but it was panicking now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overwhelming predatory aura had turned into a frantic and desperate resistance. It realized it couldn’t consume him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" Dante growled. His voice was rough and ragged from the strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planted his heavy iron boots against the base of the white marble altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached over with his left hand. He wrapped both gauntlets tightly around the dark hilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You work for me now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante pulled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t use a Zenith-tier skill. He didn’t rely on the magic of the system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just used raw and physical leverage backed by the astronomical base stats he had accumulated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flawless white marble cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive fissure shot down the center of the altar. It spider-webbed outward with the sound of grinding tectonic plates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword didn’t slide out smoothly like a blade from a scabbard. It tore free. It ripped a massive chunk of the white stone out with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the jagged black blade cleared the altar, the oppressive and gravitational pressure in the room vanished entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy atmosphere snapped and dissipated instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante dominated the will of the blade. He tore [Voidsever] free from the stone.\u003C\u002Fp>",2510,"2026-06-03T12:02:18.787Z","2026-06-03T12:02:25.060Z",1,"novelbin.me","371d1edcc2aadeca44ae776ff232fa8f2c338b5aa521fe3628736e66c1f8deac","started-with-a-10-000x-multiplier-in-a-game-worl-chapter-26","started-with-a-10-000x-multiplier-in-a-game-worl-chapter-24",109,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarted-with-a-10-000x-multiplier-in-a-game-worl-cover.jpg"]