After browsing the Network for potential targets, I selected F-45982: CRYSTALLINE LABYRINTH. The listing showed minimal clearance data—only two previous attempts, both failures. Perfect for testing my evolving strategy.
Instead of using the gateways at RMC to get to the rift I opted to walk instead, it was nearby. The rift appeared in a remote area outside Lighthouse City's protective barriers. I arrived at dawn, watching the portal's pulsing azure light cast eerie shadows across the cracked earth. My equipment was in perfect condition, consumables stocked, and my mind clear. Speed 6 made me faster than any F-tier monster I'd encountered so far.
[F-TIER RIFT: CRYSTALLINE LABYRINTH]
Base Requirement: Locate and destroy the Crystal Nexus
Alternative Path: Activate 7 Resonance Points
I stepped through the portal, the familiar disorientation washing over me as dimensional barriers parted. The labyrinth materialized around me—walls, floor, and ceiling composed entirely of translucent crystal in various hues. My reflection appeared in every surface, multiplied thousands of times through the prismatic structure.
DOMAIN ENGINE immediately detected the primary hazard—reflective surfaces that could amplify and redirect light energy. Secondary hazards included unstable crystal formations that could shatter under pressure, releasing shards at high velocity.
I advanced cautiously, marking my path with small scratches from my Channel Blade. The labyrinth shifted subtly as I moved—not physically, but perceptually. Light refracted through crystal panels, creating illusions of passages where none existed.
The first monster encounter came fifteen minutes in—Crystal Mimics. They appeared as perfect copies of myself, emerging from reflective surfaces with identical movements. Three detached from the walls, their crystal bodies catching light as they approached.
"Invert Hazard," I commanded, targeting a nearby light amplification point. The crystal panel darkened, absorbing light instead of reflecting it. The closest Mimic lost definition, its features blurring without light to refract.
First Fracture Charge accumulated. Reactive Fracture Tether activated instantly, boosting my Speed by 50%. I moved through the suddenly slower world, dispatching two Mimics with precise strikes to their central cores.
The third retreated into a crystal wall, becoming two-dimensional before vanishing entirely. I continued deeper, encountering more specialized defenders—Prism Sentinels that fired concentrated light beams, Refraction Spiders that split into multiple copies when attacked, Crystal Weavers that could reshape the environment itself.
My strategy remained consistent—manipulate hazards, accumulate Fracture Charges strategically, maximize mobility. The labyrinth grew more complex with each level I descended. By the fourth hour, I'd activated three Resonance Points, deciding to pursue the alternative path rather than locating the heavily guarded Nexus.
In the central chamber, I encountered what appeared to be a Crystalline Archon—an Elite guardian composed of interlocking crystal formations that continuously shifted configuration. It controlled light and crystal with precision far beyond previous opponents.
"Create Hazard," I commanded, generating a prismatic distortion field to disrupt its perception. Second Fracture Charge accumulated. The Archon countered by creating its own field, canceling mine with perfect geometric precision.
This was unexpected. Previous F-tier monsters lacked counter-manipulation capabilities. I changed tactics, using my enhanced speed to outflank it, striking at supporting crystal structures rather than the Archon itself. The chamber began to destabilize as key support pillars cracked.
"Amplify Hazard," I said, targeting a fracture line in the ceiling. Third Fracture Charge accumulated. Dimensional backlash was imminent, but I'd managed it successfully in previous rifts.
Something was different this time. As reality fractured, I felt the dimensional tear widen beyond normal parameters. The Dimensional Anchor Wristband on my arm broke instantly.
Through the widening tear emerged something impossible for an F-tier rift—a segmented, crystalline appendage that pulsed with energy far beyond the dimensional density of this environment. The appendage was easily twenty meters long, covered in translucent scales that shifted through colors beyond normal perception.
The Archon immediately prostrated itself, its crystal body reconfiguring into a devotional posture. The chamber's energy signatures changed dramatically as DOMAIN ENGINE flashed warnings I'd never seen before:
[DIMENSIONAL BREACH DETECTED]
[HAZARD CLASSIFICATION: UNKNOWN]
[RECOMMENDED ACTION: IMMEDIATE WITHDRAWAL]
More appendages emerged through the fracture—three, five, seven of them, each extending from different angles of the tear as if belonging to a creature too large to perceive in its entirety. They moved with deliberate intelligence, probing the chamber methodically.
"Negate Hazard," I attempted, targeting the dimensional tear. Nothing happened. My trait couldn't interact with whatever was occurring. The appendages paused, then oriented toward me simultaneously.
The first blast of energy missed me by centimeters, hitting a crystal column that not only shattered but conceptually unraveled—the material itself forgetting how to exist. My Speed attribute allowed me to dodge the second blast, but the third caught my Resonance Mesh, breaking it instantly and some of my ribs along with it.
This wasn't survivable. Whatever had breached through my fracture existed beyond the parameters of F-tier challenges. My hard-earned understanding of dimensional mechanics told me one critical fact—I had minutes, perhaps seconds, before the breach widened enough for the entity to fully manifest.
I tried to use Consume Hazard but it didn’t work either, my trait couldn’t handle the forces at play, I was simply too low level. The crystalline appendages began systematically destroying the chamber's architecture, methodically dismantling the dimensional boundaries of the rift itself.
With no alternative, I fled. My enhanced speed was barely sufficient as crystal walls collapsed behind me, the labyrinth's structure destabilizing as the entity's influence spread. Exhaustion climbed rapidly—60%, 75%, 85%—as I pushed beyond safe limits.
The extraction point was collapsing when I reached it, the portal already half-consumed by spreading crystalline corruption. I dove through the narrowing gap as reality shuddered and broke behind me.
I materialized at the Rift Management Center, alarms blaring throughout the facility. Emergency containment protocols activated as technicians rushed to seal the incoming portal. Through the closing aperture, I glimpsed a massive crystalline structure beginning to take form before dimensional barriers slammed shut.
[RIFT ALERT: F-45982 CRYSTALLINE LABYRINTH]
[STATUS: CONTAINMENT BREACH]
[STABILITY RESPONSE TEAM DEPLOYED]
[ALL F-TIER CLEARANCES SUSPENDED IN SECTOR 7]
The aftermath was humiliating. My equipment was severely damaged—Resonance Mesh a destroyed, Gravitystep Boots completely non-functional, Channel Blade cracked along its entire length, useless. The remains of my Dimensional Anchor Wristband had melted into my skin, requiring medical intervention to remove.
Worse, my reputation suffered. The Network tagged my profile with a warning flag for causing a dimensional incident. My carefully accumulated credits dwindled as I paid mandatory stability reinforcement fees, I will also have to replace my equipment… this was a total disaster. The sector lockdown meant I couldn't attempt another rift for seven days.
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In my unit that night, I reviewed what had happened with clinical detachment. The dimensional breach wasn't random. It occurred specifically when my third Fracture Charge activated—when dimensional backlash was at its peak. The entity seemed to use my fracture as a conduit, widening the tear from its side.
My status display showed the consequences:
VOLT
F-TIER (LEVEL 6)
HP: 100/100
MP: 100/100
EXHAUSTION: 87/100
ATTRIBUTES: FORCE: 1 POWER: 1 SPEED: 6 VITALITY: 1 DEFENSE: 1 CONTROL: 1 MANA: 1
TRAIT: DOMAIN ENGINE (CURSED)
ABILITY: REACTIVE FRACTURE TETHER (PASSIVE)
FRACTURE CHARGES: 0/3
STABILITY WARNING: BREACH INCIDENT (7 DAYS)
I stared at that warning for hours. The pattern was clear now—Fracture wasn't just a resource to exploit. Each charge was a potential doorway, and doors opened from both sides. Something had noticed my repeated manipulations of dimensional boundaries and had finally reached through.
The speed strategy remained viable, but I needed to reassess how I used Fracture Charges. Perhaps alternating rifts to avoid pattern recognition? Or limiting myself to two charges per expedition?
As I drifted into exhausted sleep, one question remained: Was the entity specifically tracking me now? Had my manipulations created a signature that something could follow?
The Network terminal chimed with another message from Stability Administration:
[RAIDER VOLT: MANDATORY EVALUATION]
Your involvement in Incident F-45982 requires immediate review.
Report to Stability Headquarters, Evaluation Department, 0800 tomorrow.
Failure to comply will result in status suspension.
[END TRANSMISSION]
I closed my eyes, already formulating contingencies. The strategy needed refinement, not abandonment. This was merely a setback—a necessary lesson in the consequences of dimensional manipulation.
Stability Headquarters dominated the central district of Lighthouse City—a towering obsidian structure that reflected morning light in prismatic patterns. Unlike the Network offices with their public terminals and open trading floors, Stability HQ radiated authority through architecture alone. Automated defense turrets tracked movement along reinforced walls. Energy barriers shimmered at checkpoints, requiring identification before admitting visitors.
I arrived at 0750, deliberately early. The receptionist—a mid-tier raider based on the subtle glow of dimensional energy beneath his skin—scanned my credentials with augmented eyes.
"Volt. F-tier. Level 6," he stated flatly. "Evaluation Department, floor thirty-seven, room twelve. They're expecting you."
The elevator ascended silently. When the doors parted, I emerged into a sterile corridor where energy fields hummed at regular intervals—privacy barriers designed to prevent eavesdropping or dimensional interference.
Room twelve resembled an operating theater more than an office. A circular platform dominated the center, surrounded by monitoring equipment and staffed by three evaluators. Two wore the gray uniforms of Stability Administration. The third—a woman with close-cropped silver hair and unnaturally alert posture—wore the distinctive black coat of an C-tier Inspector.
"Raider Volt," stated the lead administrator, a bald man with calculating eyes. "Step onto the platform for status recording."
I complied, watching holographic displays materialize around the platform's edge. My status data appeared in precise, floating text:
"Domain Engine," murmured the Inspector, approaching the platform. Her augmented eyes—completely silver with no visible iris—scanned my body with unsettling intensity. "Cursed trait selection at level one.”
Her hand raised, and dimensional energy coalesced between her fingers. "Permission to conduct detailed trait inspection."
It wasn't a question. I nodded anyway.
The energy touched my forehead, creating a momentary connection between our dimensional signatures. Information flowed both ways—I glimpsed fragments of her own status (C-tier, level 44, multiple abilities I couldn't comprehend) while she thoroughly examined my trait.
"Confirmed," she said, withdrawing her hand. "Domain Engine with standard cursed parameters. Environmental hazard detection, manipulation, and creation capabilities. Downside manifests as dimensional fracturing upon multiple manipulations, creating cascading reality instability."
The administrator nodded, making notes. "And yet you repeatedly accumulated three Fracture Charges in rapid succession during your rift expeditions, despite this known risk."
"The strategy was effective," I replied neutrally.
"Effective," repeated the third evaluator, a woman with extensive scarring across her face—evidence of surviving dimensional backlash. "Until it wasn't." She tapped her terminal, and a three-dimensional hologram of the Crystalline Labyrinth materialized above the platform, showing my path through it and the catastrophic breach at its center.
"Let's be perfectly clear about what happened, Raider Volt," stated the lead administrator. "You didn't just fail a rift clear. You forced a dimensional evolution event. The Crystalline Labyrinth has transmuted from F-45982 to E-12355, with substantially increased dimensional density and monster capability."
The Inspector circled the platform, studying my reaction. "Do you understand what you've done? You've created an E-tier rift that shouldn't exist yet. Each tier has its purpose in the dimensional ecosystem. Premature evolutions damage regional stability."
"That's significantly understating the issue," added the scarred evaluator. "The entity that attempted to manifest through your fracture has been classified as minimum B-tier, possibly higher. If the breach had widened further, we would be managing a regional catastrophe, not merely a localized evolution."
The administrator's expression darkened. "This is serious enough to warrant immediate status suspension under normal circumstances. Perhaps permanent termination."
I remained silent, processing the implications. Status suspension would end my raiding career instantly. Permanent termination meant death—Stability's euphemism for executing raiders who posed existential threats to dimensional stability.
The Inspector stepped forward again. "However, several factors have been considered in your case."
The hologram shifted, now displaying my previous rift clearances—five successful solo F-tier completions. Statistics floated alongside each: clearance times, resource acquisition, efficiency ratings.
"Your record is exceptional," admitted the administrator grudgingly. "Five solo clearances before the incident. No rescue interventions. Substantial credit accumulation. Strategic attribute allocation unusual for your tier but evidently effective."
"More importantly," interjected the Inspector, "you're showing potential that Stability doesn't wish to waste. There's a critical shortage of high-tier raiders with your particular... approach to dimensional challenges."
The scarred evaluator leaned forward. "Still, evolution incidents cannot go unpunished. The fine has already been levied against your account—twenty thousand credits plus dimensional stabilization costs for sector seven."
I nodded, having already seen the deduction.
"Furthermore," continued the administrator, "you are hereby issued an official warning. This incident will remain permanently in your record. Any future dimensional breaches will result in immediate review and likely termination."
The Inspector's silver eyes fixed on mine. "Let me be absolutely clear, Raider Volt. If you ever again cause a similar incident, you will have exactly two options: stay in the rift and clear it successfully, or face permanent termination upon extraction. No further warnings will be issued. This matter is classified as extreme severity."
"However," the scarred evaluator added, her voice softening slightly, "given that this was an E-tier evolution—still within low-tier parameters—and considering your impressive clear record, the Evaluation Department has determined that remedial action rather than punitive is appropriate in this case."
The administrator tapped his terminal, and new information appeared:
[MANDATORY REMEDIAL TRAINING]
DIMENSIONAL STABILITY FUNDAMENTALS
COMPLETION REQUIRED WITHIN 14 DAYS
"Complete this training before attempting another rift," he instructed. "Additionally, your next three expeditions will include mandatory Stability monitoring. Observer-only protocols will apply—they will not intervene unless another breach occurs."
The platform's energy field dissolved, indicating the evaluation was concluding.
"You have potential, Raider Volt," said the Inspector unexpectedly. "Your trait is powerful, and your strategy is unorthodox but effective. Stability needs innovative raiders capable of reaching higher tiers. But remember—power without restraint benefits only the entities waiting beyond dimensional barriers. You might not understand the severity of this given your low-tier, but trust me you haven’t seen anything yet."
She extended her hand, offering an unmarked data crystal. "Optional additional training materials. Not mandatory, but recommended for someone with your... specific challenges."
I accepted it silently.
"This session is concluded," the administrator announced. "You are cleared to resume activities after completing remedial requirements. Dimensional stability is everyone's responsibility, raider. Remember that before your next expedition."
As I turned to leave, the Inspector spoke once more. "One final observation, Volt. Your attribute distribution is unusual—heavily weighted toward Speed with minimal investment elsewhere. Most raiders diversify earlier. There's a reason for conventional wisdom."
I met her silver gaze. "Conventional raiders don't solo clear five rifts.”
"Four," she corrected. "The fifth ended in dimensional catastrophe." But there was something like appreciation in her expression. "Interesting approach nonetheless. The question remains whether it scales to higher tiers."
I left without responding, the data crystal cool in my palm, my mind already calculating the cost of repairs, training time, and the delay to my progression.
