My Infinite System.

Lucian stood alone in the room once more.

But the silence didn’t settle. The system didn’t close.

[Optional Advancement to Rank B Trial Available.]

[Special Requirement Met: Solo Completion with Perfect Efficiency.]

A slow breath left his lips.

”...Alright.”

He closed his eyes, and when they opened again, the light inside them was different.

”Begin.”

[ADVANCEMENT TRIAL – RANK B]

Trial Tier: Extreme

Restriction: No system help. No rewinds. No anchors. Just you.

[Commencing...]

Everything shattered.

The room disappeared in a blink, not like before—this time, it was ripped from reality, torn and sucked into a black spiral of collapsing space. The world reassembled itself around him in pieces. Broken stars. Drifting stone islands. Lightning made of ink streaking across the void.

Lucian found himself standing on a floating obsidian platform, cracked and bleeding light from its center. A faint pulse echoed under his feet.

”This one’s different...” he muttered.

The void above twisted, and something fell.

No announcement. No countdown. Just a scream that didn’t come from any mouth—a psychic pressure that cracked space itself.

A monster landed—no, a king.

Taller than a building. Skin like armored glass layered with stardust veins. Six arms, each one armed with a different weapon: blade, hammer, lance, bow, whip, and claws made of nothing but bending gravity. Its face... wasn’t a face. Just a sunken hole, and inside it, shifting galaxies burned.

Lucian didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.

But his system had been locked out. This was raw.

No buffs. No boosts. No safety net.

Good.

He clenched his fists. The energy coiled under his skin like a beast breathing.

”Let’s go.”

The creature launched first—too fast.

Lucian barely bent sideways before the hammer struck the stone, sending a shockwave that ripped part of the platform into shards. He flipped mid-air, landed on one hand, spun, and pushed off with a fold step—aiming straight for the creature’s back.

But it twisted, mid-swing, and launched the whip.

Lucian caught it—barely. It wrapped around his arm, burning into his skin.

He pulled.

The monster didn’t budge.

But Lucian grinned. ”Didn’t ask you to move.”

He spun, pulling himself toward the beast like a tethered comet, and unleashed a spinning kick coated in spatial distortion—his foot cracked open part of the creature’s chest.

Glass skin splintered. Cosmic blood leaked.

The monster roared. Not in pain—but in joy.

It raised all six arms and fired.

Bow launched a thousand energy spears. Hammer caused gravity to shift. Lance extended through dimensions. The claws bent light into blades.

Lucian warped again—but not fast enough.

A blade grazed his cheek. Another tore through his side. The whip slammed his back mid-air, sending him crashing into another floating island.

He coughed, blood staining his lips. The pain wasn’t simulation pain. This was real. Raw. Alive.

”Shit...”

He sat up, wiped his mouth, and stood.

Then smiled.

”This body can keep up.”

He clenched his hands again.

Space twisted around him. Even without direct access to Cael, his instincts let him control the laws around him. He bent the gravity, slowed time in a bubble, then compressed his energy into his core.

He didn’t need help. This was his power. His to wield.

He darted forward—faster than before.

He blinked through reality, each Fold Step now a violent crack of displaced space. The monster reacted, lashing out with claws of gravitational force. Lucian ducked low, then leapt over the incoming lance, flipping mid-air to slam his knee into the monster’s eye-pit.

It staggered.

He didn’t stop.

He unleashed the Dimensional Claw again, but this time with added compression from his own spatial force. The blade didn’t just slice—it erased.

He carved across the monster’s chest, and the wound bled black stars.

It screamed, but now... it was bleeding properly.

Lucian’s breath was ragged, but his grin stayed sharp.

The monster pulled back, then slammed both fists into the platform. The world cracked, shattered again. Islands flipped. Time slowed. Lightning reversed.

The arena became a collapsing dream.

Lucian floated above it all, calm.

”Alright. My turn.”

He let go of everything. No holding back. No hesitating.

Spacetime began to scream.

He lifted his hand—and the void bent around it.

[SPACETIME COLLAPSE: MANUAL MODE]

A swirl of purple, black, and blue erupted from his palm. A singularity—a controlled one. A gravity storm made from time itself. It bent light. Screamed in silence. Everything started to get pulled toward it—stone, light, even the monster.

It tried to fight. Anchored its feet. Spread its wings. Screamed into the void.

Lucian kept walking forward through his own collapse.

Each step twisted gravity around him. He couldn’t hear anything anymore. Just the pulse of his own blood. His own will. His own rejection of every law that tried to bind him.

The monster finally lunged—last-ditch move.

Lucian appeared behind it.

Fold Step.

He reached out—hand against its back—and whispered.

”End.”

The singularity pulled tight—and the monster folded inward.

It collapsed not into nothingness—but into a sealed pocket of time, compressed so tight it couldn’t breathe.

Lucian locked the pocket.

And it was over.

The platform reassembled, somehow.

He stood alone, blood on his side, shoulder burnt, but steady.

And then...

[SYSTEM OVERRIDE COMPLETE]

[Rank B Achieved]

[Level: 5 | Stat Limit: 3000]

[Skill Upgrade Unlocked: Fold Step → Rift Crash]

[Chrono Rewind → Reversal State]

[Spacetime Collapse – Mastery Level Achieved]

New Title Earned: [Breaker of Realms]

Optional: Begin Rank A Trial – Requires External Catalyst.

Lucian let the words scroll past him.

He didn’t even move for a full minute.

Then, slowly, sat down at the edge of the platform.

A small grin pulled at the corner of his mouth.

”...That was fun.”

The void started fading.

The real world started pulling him back.

Light spilled into his vision again, soft and golden.

And then—

He was back.

His dorm. Same posture. Same spot.

But everything was different.

His breath leveled out. Eyes closed.

And outside his window, the moon finally rose.

Zenith Week would experience true power.

And Lucian Black was done hiding.