Black’s form morphed into a mass of tentacles that stretched morphed into hands to tap the multiple system messages that were rapidly popping up, flooding his vision blue.

He cursed his bad luck, something had gone awry, when the gods were just a few days off.

This couldn’t be a coincidence, he refused to believe so, it all lined up too perfectly to be a mere coincidence.

When he built the dungeon and made the gates leading to the other floors, he never made one like that.

They weren’t supposed to be alive either, so something went wrong somewhere.

Things were spiraling out of control too fast, he needed to act.

The thing that took over the gate wasn’t there before, he had no idea how it got there but he didn’t like it at all.

He isolated the entire dungeon, he would get back to it later he had more important things to fix, like the system.

The void had twisted and overloaded the system in ways he thought to be impossible; the database was full of corrupted and encrypted information.

Said information was impossible to remove without damaging critical parts of the system permanently.

He did the next best thing he could do; he isolated the corrupted data and rebuilt the system’s database from memory.

He used the bits and pieces of useable data collected from the void to improve the system’s resistance to the void and whatever it did to the system, it wasn’t something that could be explained in words.

That wasn’t even the worst of his problems, merely the beginning.

All but one of the backup systems were down and corrupted, his tentacles moved at light speed, rapidly typing in commands on an invisible system keyboard.

Each key he tapped would release an invisible substance that shifted and twisted into reality subtly.

His amorphous form grew and morphed to produce more hand-shaped tentacles, Black was working full time to fix the issues and get back the systems online.

Soon there were millions of such tentacles each typing on their keyboard.

The primary system was already under strain, it had to do all the work the sub-systems would normally do plus repair itself.

His form blurred as he typed at supersonic speeds, Black ramped up soul essence production, and his figure glowed a soft blue as he began to codify and rewrite reality.

The system was breached and corrupted by the void because the world’s laws were built in a hurry and had many loopholes; he used them as CPUs for the system, so it had direct access.

Black removed the world’s laws entirely, even the ones that made up his domain were removed, and concepts truly no longer existed for him or anyone using the system.

His system’s mana was also tainted by the void because he had used the world’s laws that made up its mana as a base to make his.

Only now did he realize how stupid that was, he had basically given full ownership of the system to the world’s creators.

If he had waited for the gods and fought them with the old system, they would’ve noticed and eventually taken advantage of it.

Before the system had only reshaped existing laws to fit its needs, he completely changed that.

Now it would erase existing laws and replace them, eliminating the possibility of a similar situation occurring again.

With one final tap, reality rumbled, and the system came online.

Rebooting…..

Rebooting……..

Rebooting…………

System online.

All systems are green [500/500]

Optimizing……

[Done]

All locally existing laws were replaced.

No surface errors were detected.

Performing deep scan…..

9999999999999999……

Infinite loop detected…

Closing...

[Done]

Deep scanned errors fixed.

His form once again morphed as he assumed a vaguely humanoid shape, he slumped back in his throne, using so much soul essence that had utterly exhausted him.

Black waved the screen away, He was very glad the system resolved the loop on its own, he was too tired to fix it, anyway.

He never typed and multitasked like that in his life, splitting his soul into millions of pieces and fusing them into his tentacles was taxing, and very unhealthy.

He called upon a new type of energy he developed just for the sake of healing souls, he called it ectoplasm.

He soon felt a soothing sensation all around his massive soul, the parts that ached stopped and started healing and expanding.

The mass of darkness that was his body relaxed and started glowing a faint ghostly blue as the energy worked its way through his soul.

Ectoplasm was one of the many new energy types he was making and experimenting with, ectoplasm was the most successful one, so far it could just about cure anything related to the soul.

It even strengthened it after each use, such a thing was impossible in the world he was currently on.

He planned to take advantage of that but he wanted to research it more first.

The second most successful energy was life force, though he didn’t find a way to use it as freely as ectoplasm, he was working on a way.

Life force was incredibly potent for any living being, he first tested it on Byron and got very useful results, though he did not expect him to change his race and gain even more supernatural power.

The unexpended has opened a lot of doors for him, his monsters manufactured by the system could develop naturally without the help of the system.

This was a boon because the system could just make one time of monster, give them life force and send them to different environments to develop.

This would continue until the system had collected all necessary data about the possible monster evolutions and made skill trees for them.

He even went as far as to design a sub-system exclusively for monsters alone.

Black was understandably very pleased with this, the less work he could do, the better.

Time wasn’t on his side, while he could turn up time dilation to the max and give himself a few years it would only do more harm than good.

It would drain the system’s energy banks and shut it down, while he had a theoretically endless amount of energy waiting to be used.

There was not much he could do with it at the moment, he had to prepare and get ready for the gods that were coming, while they were only remnants, they still were powerful.