Transmigrated Into A Women Dominated World

Chapter 283

The packed soil exploded backward under his boots as the world turned into a breathless smear. He was moving faster than a naked eye could track.Golden light bled up from his palms, swirling violently before condensing into a pair of sleek, sharp-angled short swords. The woven Vitae hummed with a high, ringing vibration, their edges glowing with enough raw intensity to pierce through solid steel.

He collided with the frontline of the swarm like a meteor.

Swapping momentum into a tight, fluid spin, his right-hand blade cut a vicious horizontal arc. It met the leading Vorthak’s extended scythe-limb, and the hard-light shell split with a deafening crack, the severed limb flying through the air as the construct came apart.

"Good start," Annalise said, watching this with interest. "My eyes can barely track him, and I’m a speedster myself."

Without breaking his spin, Zaeryn brought his left blade up and around in a brutal, rising diagonal. The edge caught the second monster cleanly across the throat; its jagged head ripped free, hitting the dark bedrock with a heavy, sickening thud.

Zaeryn skidded to a halt, the two bodies collapsing into the dirt at his feet. He looked down, his chest heaving slightly as he stared at the severed pieces.

He didn’t remember the lyceum’s simulation looking this realistic. This looked and felt like he was live things.

"Okay, that is disturbingly realistic," he muttered, thrown by how much weight the simulation gave the things. "The room actually lets the pieces hit the ground..."

"Zaeryn! Focus!" Daphne’s voice cut through the air like a whip crack.

From his blind spot, a third Vorthak had already wheeled around, its jagged mandibles wide as it drove its massive piercing tail straight toward his spine.

Even without Daphne’s warning, Zaeryn already had this covered as he could already feel that one was behind him.

"I got it covered," Moving purely on instinct, Zaeryn dropped his weight and threw himself into a lateral dive. The spike hissed through the space his torso had occupied a heartbeat before, tearing the air with a vicious whoosh. The construct overran its target, its momentum carrying it past him, and Zaeryn didn’t waste the opening.

He planted his palm against the hard ground, caught himself mid-slide, and snapped his right hand forward point-blank into the creature’s exposed flank.

He unleashed a concussive blast.

An energy beam of condensed kinetic energy blew outward from his palm with a deafening roar. The sheer force of the impact folded the Vorthak completely sideways, shattering its shell into a shower of harmless golden sparks before slamming the rest of it into the bedrock.

It flickered violently once, then dissolved into nothing. Zaeryn turned his attention to the remaining three vorthaks charging at them.

Off to the side, well clear of the fighting, Annalise leaned against the guardrail, her eyes wide with genuine fascination. She had read the files, but watching him use his Vitae in real time was something entirely different.

"Impressive to watch," Annalise murmured, a slow, impressed smile spreading across her face. "His transitional speed is incredible."

"Yes," Daphne agreed, her expression unreadable as her eyes tracked Zaeryn resetting his stance on the floor, his dual golden blades humming as they cut through the rising dust. " But he is still making rookie mistakes."

Out on the open ground, the final three Vorthaks fanned out into a wide arc, their energy lines glowing a menacing red as they circled him. Zaeryn dropped lower into his stance, his fingers tightening around the hilts of his Vitae blades, and waited for the first of them to strike.

The one on his left attacked first. It came at him low and fast, its jagged tail pulled back to skewer him through the chest. Zaeryn didn’t retreat. He held his ground until the construct was almost on top of him, waiting until the red glow of its simulated body filled his vision.

Then, he triggered Kinetic Repulsion.

An invisible force shot outward. The invisible shockwave caught the Vorthak mid-lunge, turning its own momentum against it. The construct folded backward, tumbling across the training floor as if it had sprinted head-first into a solid steel wall.

"He’s really good," Annalise said like she hadn’t already said this multiple times already, turning to Daphne. "He’s got good instincts."

"So far, he is," Daphne responded.

The other two were already closing in, one flanking right, the other rushing his side. Zaeryn didn’t wait for them to dictate the pace; he went at them.

What followed next was over in seconds. Drawing on Kinetic Acceleration, he became a blur of motion, moving through the gap between them faster than the hard-light constructs could track.

He dropped the first one by constructing a chain that caught its legs and sent it crashing violently to the floor.

Before the second construct could correct its stance, the golden energy in his hand condensed into a solid short sword, and he split the beast clean in half with a rising, surgical strike. It dissolved instantly into static.

That left the first one, the construct he had knocked back with Repulsion. It had only just scrambled back onto its feet.

Zaeryn was already moving. Another short, sharp burst of speed carried him past its guard and directly behind its back before it could even turn to face him. He raised his open palm, aiming squarely at the center of its spine, and unleashed a Concussive Blast.

The air cracked. A heavy, concentrated wave of kinetic force erupted from his hand, blowing the Vorthak apart into a spray of dying light and fading pixels.

The hall went dead quiet, the last remnants of the hard-light simulation drifting slowly back down to the floor instead of dust.

Letting the golden energy of his blade dissolve into harmless sparks, Zaeryn turned around to face Daphne and Annalise.

Annalise was visibly stunned, her green eyes wide with a mixture of shock and genuine awe. Daphne, however, looked entirely unsurprised. She already knew exactly what his anomalous biology was capable of; her expression was one of deep, proprietary pride, her violet eyes gleaming with quiet satisfaction.

"Color me impressed, Zaeryn," Annalise said, a soft, awed smile touching her lips.

Zaeryn gave them a slow, easy smile, rolling his shoulders to shake off the adrenaline. "Thanks, Annalise," he replied. "Color me impressed too. This is the best training chamber I’ve been in so far. It’s like the vorthaks are alive,"

He was still riding the high of it and already hungry for more. He turned around staring at the room.

"Activate combat simulation," he said to the system. "Vorthak swarm. Harder than the last one."

Nothing happened.

The hall stayed quiet and empty, the floor lines holding their steady amber.

Zaeryn frowned and tried again, a little louder this time, in case he’d somehow gotten the wording wrong.

"Start simulation. Vorthak swarm." Still nothing.

Behind him, Daphne let out a quiet breath that might have been the start of a laugh. "It’s not going to listen to you," she said. "Your voice isn’t registered. The AI system only takes commands from people it recognizes. I started the first one because it knows mine."

"So it just ignores me."

"Completely." There was something faintly amused in the way she said it.

"Until you’re in the system, you could stand there shouting at it all day and it wouldn’t so much as flicker. Come here, I’ll register you now. It only takes a moment."

He crossed back to her, and Daphne keyed something into the console, the amber lines along the floor pulsing once in acknowledgment.

"Say something," she said. "Doesn’t matter what. It only needs a sample."

"Something." He said.

Annalise laughed at how ridiculous he was for that. "More words Zaeryn,"

"More words," he said.

Daphne gave him a look, but the system chimed softly, a thin band of light sweeping across the floor and settling."New voiceprint registered. Welcome, Zaeryn."

"That’s it. It has you now. Try it." Daphne said.

Zaeryn turned back to the open floor, the anticipation already building again. "Activate combat simulation. Vorthak swarm, harder than the last..."

Before Zaeryn could finish his command to the automated terminal, the massive, force-dispersing doors to the training hall slid open with a sharp, hydraulic hiss.

Mireille and Arya walked in next. A second later, Cyra walked in too.

Finally, she was here. Zaeryn felt his excitement growing. He had been looking forward to this with Mireille. He looked across the wide expanse toward her.