My Infinite Cultivation System-Chapter 51: The final opportunity of humanity

Alex stepped into his private training room and let the heavy door slide shut behind him. The world outside disappeared in an instant.

Just silence.

He lifted his wrist slightly and looked at the sleek band wrapped around it.

Omni Weave.

The alliance’s greatest technological treasure.

If he activated its standard cultivation mode, it would operate non stop for twenty four hours and push him straight to Emperor Level 9 before it lost its functional ability. It was the safest option.

But safe wasn’t enough.

He wanted the ten times mode.

He exhaled slowly and sat cross legged on the platform. Numbers started forming in his mind. Energy flow rates. Core conversion efficiency. Absorption thresholds. His cultivation system required more raw power than the traditional martial path at the same level. That meant the resources consumed would also multiply.

Ten minutes passed in absolute stillness.

Then he opened his eyes.

If he wanted to sustain ten times cultivation speed, he would have to refine beast cores into pure cores first. Ten ordinary cores to create one pure core. Then ten pure cores to maintain ten times output for a day.

Which meant for every stage he would need one hundred cores of the same level per day.

Right now, his strength was comparable to a Martial Lord.

He checked the space ring the alliance had sent earlier. His spiritual sense swept inside.

More than a thousand Beast Lord level cores.

A small smile appeared on his lips.

"Good."

He waved his hand and dozens of crystalline cores spilled onto the platform. They glowed in various hues of deep red and blue, pulsing faintly like frozen hearts.

He calculated again.

With normal speed, reaching Level 37, equivalent to Martial King realm, would take around eight days.

With ten times cultivation?

Nineteen hours.

That difference was the gap between preparation and extinction.

After Level 37, he would need Beast King level cores. And he currently had none.

Which meant this batch of Beast Lord cores had to carry him as far as possible.

He closed his eyes and began refining.

Sweat rolled down his forehead.

His breathing grew heavy.

By midnight, in front of him floated ten radiant pure cores.

He didn’t stop.

Again and again he repeated the process.

By dawn, his mental energy was nearly drained, but one hundred pure cores floated neatly in a circle around him, shining like miniature suns.

He rubbed his temples and chuckled faintly.

He would need ten pure cores to break through to Level 37.

After that, maintaining a full day of ten times cultivation would consume fifty of them.

The resource burn rate was insane.

But he didn’t have the luxury to care.

He slowly gathered all one hundred pure cores and fed them into the internal storage of the Omni Weave.

Then he stood.

"Ten times cultivation."

The moment he activated the function, the room trembled.

Boom.

A terrifying suction force erupted from his body. It felt as if invisible hands were ripping energy from the surroundings and cramming it into every pore of his skin.

His veins bulged.

His muscles tightened involuntarily.

For a second, the pain made his vision blur.

Ten times absorption was not just a number. It was violence.

Energy flooded his meridians like a raging river breaking through fragile canals. His dantian spun wildly, compressing and refining the incoming power at an insane speed.

At first it felt suffocating.

Then his body adjusted.

His cultivation system began operating smoothly, devouring everything fed into it.

He inhaled sharply and steadied himself.

This was manageable.

While maintaining the cultivation flow, he tapped the wristband and dialed Arthur.

The call connected almost instantly.

"Vice President," Alex said calmly, though energy was roaring inside him, "if you have Beast King level cores, send them to me. If not, send me all known locations where I can obtain them."

Arthur didn’t hesitate. "Alex, don’t worry about anything below Emperor grade. We have an abundance of lower level cores. You don’t need to leave for such things. Just tell me how many."

Alex’s eyes remained closed as energy surged through him.

"Send me 2,500 Beast King level cores. And 70,000 Martial Monarch level cores."

There was silence on the other end.

Seventy thousand Monarch level beasts were not something small. Even in five hundred years of accumulation, that was a serious request.

After several seconds, Arthur spoke again.

"Alright."

He didn’t ask why. Didn’t question the number. Humanity was betting everything on Alex.

"I’ll collect Saint level cores myself," Alex added, then cut the call.

His mind shifted immediately to his next goal.

Space manipulation.

If he could teleport objects safely, teleporting himself would only be a matter of understanding protective parameters.

He walked to the storage area and brought out three lab rats.

He stared at them briefly.

Cruel?

Maybe.

But he had slaughtered monsters. He had killed enemies. The battlefield had long erased the innocence of hesitation. Survival didn’t allow softness.

He selected three.

The first remained exposed.

The second he placed inside a normal metal box.

The third went into a specially designed container reinforced to survive spatial turbulence.

He focused.

Space twisted slightly in front of him like a ripple in water.

He targeted a marked location several hundred meters away.

The first rat vanished.

A fraction of a second later, a faint mist of blood dispersed at the destination.

Gone.

Completely shredded by spatial currents.

Alex didn’t react.

He activated teleportation for the second rat.

The box appeared at the target point, dented and cracked. Inside, the rat was alive but bleeding, its body twisted unnaturally.

Severe damage.

Finally, he teleported the third container.

The reinforced box appeared perfectly intact.

He opened it.

The rat inside was unharmed.

A slow smile formed on his face.

Success.

Protection against spatial turbulence was the key. Without it, the body would be torn apart by chaotic forces between coordinates.

He exhaled and deactivated cultivation momentarily to conserve focus.

Then he activated the high grade Saint level battle suit integrated within the Omni Weave.

Liquid light flowed from the wristband, spreading across his body like mercury. In seconds, sleek silver armor wrapped around him, humming faintly with layered defensive arrays.

He flexed his fingers.

Perfect fit.

If the reinforced box could survive, this suit would do far better.

He locked onto a location several kilometers away.

Took a step.

Space folded.

His figure vanished.

For an instant, there was nothing but darkness and pressure.

Then the world snapped back into existence.

He stood on a rooftop overlooking the city.

Not a scratch.

Perfect teleportation.

A laugh escaped his lips before he could stop it.

This was power.

Real power.

The ability to appear anywhere. To strike without warning. To retreat without trace.

Soon, other races would understand what fear felt like.

He looked toward the distant horizon where dragon forces had once displayed arrogance.

"Dragon scum," he muttered coldly. "You will pay for what you said."

He returned to the training room and resumed cultivation, this time while practicing his talents simultaneously.

Fire manipulation.

Gravity distortion.

Mental domain expansion.

Each ability required refinement. He forced himself to multitask under ten times cultivation pressure. Sweat soaked his clothes beneath the armor. His brain throbbed from splitting focus into multiple streams.

Hours passed.

His aura grew heavier, denser.

Then the wristband vibrated.

Arthur.

Alex opened the call.

Arthur’s usually steady voice carried urgency.

"Alex, come to the alliance headquarters immediately."

Alex’s eyes narrowed slightly. "What happened?"

A brief pause.

"The final opportunity for humanity has unlocked."