6: Chapter 3: The Reincarnation Space’s “Obliteration”?
Is That All?
(Part 2) 6: Chapter 3: The Reincarnation Space’s “Obliteration”?
Is That All?
(Part 2) Almost simultaneously, a line of blood-red text violently hijacked his entire field of vision.
[Reincarnator, please commence your tutorial mission!] Countless Reincarnation Worlds unfolded before his eyes in the form of silhouettes.
Alex’s eyes widened in an instant.
These worlds…
they were all anime and movies he recognized from his previous life!
‘I knew it,’ he thought.
‘How could a transmigrator not have a cheat code?
It turns out the true golden opportunity of this life was waiting for me right here!’ Before Alex could fully process the revelation, another red warning popped up.
[Please select your first Mission World.
Failure to choose a world within 2 hours will result in obliteration!] [Countdown commencing…] ‘Obliteration?’ A dilapidated, broken-down Reincarnation Space thought it could obliterate *him*?
A physique forged through a decade of hellish training in the Siberian permafrost, tempered by countless life-and-death trials?
If it could, then what had been the point of his grueling victory over Camus?
What was the point of awakening the Seventh Sense and donning the Gold Cloth?
Coming into the Reincarnation Space, Alex had never planned on following the path of a regular Reincarnator.
From what he knew of these systems, there were always higher-tier identities with greater authority and difficulty levels above the standard grunts.
He took a deep breath and stepped into the empty air with his left foot.
The moment his sole descended, a layer of crystal-clear frost condensed out of nothingness.
It formed a solid step, akin to carved white jade, effortlessly bearing his weight.
The ice crystal refracted the glow from the giant sphere above, scattering a fragmented yet dazzling light.
With measured, deliberate steps, he ascended the invisible staircase of frost, climbing higher and higher into the void.
With every step, a new platform of ice crystallized beneath his feet with a crisp *crack*, the sound echoing sharply across the vast, silent mission hall.
The next second, blinding red warnings began to strobe frantically in his vision.
[WARNING!
The use of supernatural powers is strictly prohibited in the Reincarnation Space!] [WARNING!
The use of supernatural powers is strictly prohibited in the Reincarnation Space!] [WARNING!
Any attempt to spy on or approach the Reincarnation Space core is forbidden!
Violators will be obliterated!] [WARNING!
OBLITERATION IMMINENT!] Ignoring the blaring alerts, Alex continued his slow, methodical ascent.
Down below, the three Reincarnators who had spoken to him earlier were staring wide-eyed, their jaws dropping in utter disbelief.
“Huh?
Weren’t supernatural powers locked in the main hub?” Who exactly was this teenager in the plain white tunic?
How was he doing that?
Was he not a rookie at all, but a veteran who had survived the Reincarnation Space for years?
But even then, they had never heard of *any* Reincarnator daring to openly defy the Reincarnation Space!
As Alex marched relentlessly toward the colossal sphere of light, the entire Reincarnation Space began to violently quake.
The silver-gray dome above flared with an eerie, dark-red glow, like silk drenched in blood.
The cold, mechanical voice boomed throughout the dimension, carrying an unprecedented sense of urgency.
[WARNING!
WARNING!
Reincarnator 13990212ssr, cease your actions immediately, or you will be obliterated!] This time, it wasn’t just those three; every single Reincarnator in the plaza noticed Alex.
They all looked up, their gazes freezing in shock, half-eaten delicacies tumbling from their open mouths.
“Who the hell is that guy up there?
Is he insane?
Is he not afraid of being erased by the Reincarnation Space?” “Looking at his powers…
it’s kind of like Admiral Aokiji from the Devil Fruit world!
Is he an Ice-Ice Fruit user?
But even if Aokiji himself came here, he couldn’t possibly be this strong!” [Executing Obliteration Protocol!] Suddenly, countless golden threads manifested out of thin air, forming a cage around Alex’s Saint-tempered physique.
Though as fine as strands of hair, the threads emanated terrifying ripples of energy.
In an instant, they bound his body so tightly that he couldn’t even twitch a finger.
The corners of Alex’s mouth curled into a faint, disdainful smirk.
“Is this it?”