I Hate Systems

Chapter 915: Technocraft’s Genre Representation

“How…did you know about its existence?” Mystique muttered in shock as the injury in his stomach healed in an instant.

At the same time, the conservative collective consciousness morphed, and replacing it was a rather proactive one.

Arnark intended to explain his wits a little, but the moment he observed the change in the collective consciousness, he killed himself and vanished, not daring to remain there for even a second longer.

Bang!

There was a minor hole in the Core Skill Manifestation that rapidly healed itself, now stronger than before. Arnark’s first action was to keep a contingency measure within the created hole before it was sealed up.

This allowed him to open it easily when needed using his Restriction Order. Following that, he unleashed the power of Lore, Plot Armour, and Plot Convenience to the limit, allowing the Core Skill Manifestation to grow stronger naturally by absorbing energies from the universe and the nearby universes.

This was to prevent the four parties within from charging after him, especially Mystique.

Death was his fastest mode of escape.

“Something that I had lovingly created was stolen,” Mystique muttered as his tone gradually turned chilly.

“Shit!” Technocraft was the first to react as he teleported to the farthest corners of the Core Skill Manifestation, his face paling as unnatural energies blasted out of Mystique. “Why the heck did Arnark have to trigger this guy?”

“Aargh!”

“What is happening?”

“No, it’s not me. My body is acting on its own!”

“I’m sorry! Sorry! Sorry!”

Technocraft’s expression morphed in alarm upon seeing that the tip of his nail was affected by the earlier burst of unnatural energy. Immediately in response, one of his universes was contaminated, the people in it turning insane as they destroyed everything in their path, causing the universe to lose eighty percent of its population within a minute.

That universe was beyond recovery as every single planet there had begun to morph unnaturally, birthing bizarre creatures that corrupted the minds of anyone that stared at them, including their own, resulting in them being affected by each other, becoming more and more insane with the passage of every second.

Technocraft had decisively severed all connections with that universe, staring in alarm to notice that Mystique had just begun his rampage, his goal seeming to destroy the Core Skill Manifestation and chase after Arnark.

“That was the fruit of my labour with my wife! How dare you steal it!” Mystique raged.

“Quick! Deactivate your Core Skill Manifestation. At this rate, all three of us will become corrupted by his powers!” Technocraft stared at the two Systems and shouted in alarm.

“We want to, promise!” The Reincarnation System said in a panic, evading with all its might while it decisively severed any parts of its body that came into contact with the unnatural energy waves.

It screamed, “But that fucker Arnark did something to this. It’s rapidly absorbing energy from the surrounding universes too to grow in strength. We need at least a few seconds to deactivate it, but Mystique’s attacks aren’t giving us that few seconds.”

“We don’t wish to be corrupted too.”

“He’s lost his mind.” The Transmigration System announced upon seeing the bizarre energy waves vanish as suddenly as they appeared. It then stared at Mystique in hurry before shouting towards Technocraft, “Hurry! Stop him! We surrender! Surrender! Stop him!”

“It’s enough!” Mystique clenched his teeth as blood drooled out of him to form a waterfall massive enough to swallow hundreds of worlds, his eyes lacking any sanity as he growled, “I’ll destroy everything!”

“Genre Manife…”

Technocraft understood what was happening upon hearing the Transmigration System’s shout as he stared at Mystique in alarm, ‘This bastard! Mystique told me that the moment he does this, all of his worlds would awaken. The resulting disaster would swallow every single universe and leave nothing sane in its wake.’

‘Every single living being would be affected. I can’t allow him to unleash it.’ Technocraft took in a deep breath, cursing the state of events resulted from Arnark’s actions as he muttered solemnly, finishing before Mystique, “Genre Representation…”

Voyage into the Beyond!

Time seemed to have stopped literally as for a moment, even Mystique was locked within the paused time, unable to react or even realise what was going on.

The world lost all colours, sound, energy, mass, and everything, becoming a literal void. But suddenly, unable to scale, unable to observe, unable to perceive, the void expanded, rapidly in fact, encompassing to become large enough to fit hundreds of universes within.

Genre Representation—Voyage into the Beyond!

Technocraft had two options. The first was to use the sheer might of his expanding space to rupture the time-space continuum created by the Core Skill Manifestations of the Transmigration and Reincarnation Systems. This would result in a ruptured universe and injure all four simultaneously from the impact.

But he chose the latter and seamlessly integrated the effects of his Genre Representation into the Core Skill Representation, remembering how Magister was able to do so before with Apocalypse System’s Core Skill Manifestation. This way, he would interrupt Mystique’s Genre Representation Activation.

Immediately in response, a ginormous universe was created, with its laws manifested by the abilities of Technocraft and the two System’s ultimate abilities.

Immediately in response, the level of the space was upgraded to an extent that it surpassed the four entities within, causing mystical chains of laws to wrap around them, alarming everyone.

“Wha-What the heck is happening?” The Transmigration System shouted in alarm as it stared at Technocraft, “What did you do?”

“I stopped the disaster.” Technocraft said in all seriousness, “And now, we’ll have to pay the price for our arrogance. The foundation of this universe now surpasses the authorities of us four and hence, it’s planning to integrate us into itself.”

“That doesn’t make sense, shit!” The Transmigration System cursed in response.

“I see,” In contrast, the Reincarnation System was calm, “This world will sort of act as a prison to contain us…”

It stared at the figure of Mystique that was wrapped in chains, trembling in fear for a moment, “Until a certain someone calms down. It may be a century or two, but it’ll shatter on its own after that, unable to handle suppressing our growing presence.”

It then observed millions of planets forming in the universe as a habitable world appeared before it, “We’ll be reincarnating as natives of this world for the time being.”

It then whispered to the Transmigration System, “You know the rules. Find me first once you reincarnate. We’ll do everything in our power to fuck up Technocraft and Mystique using this chance. This is a rare opportunity to grow…”

Grade 4 System—Reincarnation (Level 390)!

Grade 4 System—Reincarnation (Level 391)!

Grade 4 System—Reincarnation (Level 392)!

The Reincarnation System grinned in response upon seeing that it had gained two whole levels. After all, at this moment, two Grade 4 Systems and two Genre Representatives were being reincarnated into a world. Just that fact alone rapidly strengthened its concept.

“This’ll be interesting.”