The Over-Break System

**BTW, I'm Trying something new, guys; notifications from Tobs in the future will be Itialsized and Bold. I don't know if it will work or not, though. Regardless, this was initially how I intended her text to look, but I was restricted by the platform WN used to post until recently.**

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Clicking his tongue, Cynrik quickly changed into a new black shirt before swiping over the wave of floating notifications he had received while under attack. 

  -You have received 5,000 points of Condensed Mana Damage (Light, Fire, Wind) from an unclaimed Photon Particle Generator.-

  -You have received 4898 points of Condensed Mana Damage (Light, Fire, Wind) from an unclaimed Photon Particle Generator.-

  -You have received 5344 points of Condensed Mana Damage (Light, Fire, Wind) from an unclaimed Photon Particle Generator.-

  -You have received 6572 points of Condensed Mana Damage (Light, Fire, Wind) from an unclaimed Photon Particle Generator.-

-You have received…

-You have received…

-You have received…

The notifications continued, detailing every second he was under siege from the attack. However, the latter part of the notifications caused Cynrik's eyebrows to rise. 

"So it had a Photon Particle Generator inside…I guess that makes sense, considering it was the one thing I couldn't find, and all of the blueprints for my ships require one to run." Cynrik mused while massaging his still sore chest. 

"What makes sense to you doesn't necessarily make sense to the rest of us, Darling…it's cool and all that you know what it is, but why did that thing attack you?" Walking alongside Cynrik as they returned to the shelves holding the final chest, Selene complained and shot him a confused glare. 

"Putting it into layman's terms, the Photon Particle Generator acts like gasoline for the engines I plan on building, only since I have no idea how to make one; it makes sense that there was one somewhere in the vault."

"The way I see it, either this family was hoarding expensive Engineering items, or one of the kids had gotten the Class, and the Matriarch planned on nurturing future talent."

"Regardless of their reasoning, all of the vehicle blueprints in my hands require a Photon Particle Generator, and since there was one present, I surmise they either planned on having the talented dead kid reverse engineer it or they had a way to get more." Scratching his cheek, Cynrik reached forward and stored away the treasure chest housing the Photon Particle Generator into his inventory. He stopped a second later as he felt a sharp pain coming from his left hip.

"You still haven't answered my question…why did that thing attack you?" Selene growled while pinching and twisting the tender skin of his hip.

"Ahh ahh, ok ok, jeeze…" After several failed attempts to bat her hand away, Cynrik finally relented and began explaining.

"Without proper housing, Photon Particle Generators are nothing short of an uncontrolled nuclear energy ball. The chest must have been lined with materials capable of containing this force, and the instant I opened it, it was like releasing the floodgates."

"The outcome is to be expected, and if my eyes weren't bugging out, I would have noticed the concentration of energy and taken precautionary measures."

"Either way, it was bound to happen since I couldn't spy on the box's contents thanks to evolving my [Mana Sight]." Shrugging his shoulders and feeling instant relief from the absence of Selene's attack, Cynrik mused. 

  -Oh yeah, surrre… blame your updated eyes for your poor planning and laid-back attitude.-

  -Why can't you just admit you fucked up and move on…-

Fluttering into existence, Tobs placed her hands on her hips and scolded. 

"I am with Tobs on this one, Darling; if you had taken the time to adjust to your new eyesight instead of leaving it deactivated, we could have avoided you getting hurt." Matching the tiny fairy Tobs' posture, Selene joined the scolding party. 

'Tsk, she's MY wife; why is she taking your side,' Cynrik thought before ignoring the two ladies and walking around the vault alone to ensure he didn't miss anything. 

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An hour later, Cynrik, Selene, and a floating Tobs stood near the vault door, observing the completely empty room with content smiles. 

Everything was gone, from the smallest glass particle from the broken glass cases to the multitude of shelving units; every object was stored away in an inventory or Spatial item. 

Once that task was complete, he and Selene had gone to great lengths to clear any trace evidence before finally stopping to admire their work, especially the scorch marks on the wall from where Cynrik was pinned. 

"Well, that wraps this place up; let's head out and tally our loot. We can take a few days off for rest, then it's back to looting." Snapping his fingers, a two-meter wide portal to the shadow realm opened in front of the two, and Cynrik jumped in, followed by Selene with Tobs perched on her shoulder. 

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One month later, the newlywed couple stood on the front lawn of the Pinhurst Mansion. Physically, not much had changed, but based on the smirk on Cynrik's lips and the happy expression on Selene's face, it was apparent to anyone who saw them that they had a fortuitous honeymoon filled with looting every mansion in a 5-mile radius.

Initially, Cynrik had planned on moving closer to ground zero. Unfortunately, at a certain point, the density of the Divine Particles became too much for his and Selene's bodies to handle, so they were inevitably forced to cut things short without going into the wealthiest districts of Valor City. 

Still, from how swollen their inventories were at present, it wasn't like it mattered much to the two of them, and as such, neither was dissatisfied; thus, they had collectively decided it was finally time to return home. 

Walking across the crunchy, dead, golden grass, which had been killed off due to the radioactive nature of the Divine Particles, Cynrik and Selene stepped onto the Mansion's front porch, and Cynrik reached out to knock on the door.

Knock knock kn knock knock…knock knock. 

Playfully rapping the familiar tune from Earth, Cynrik sniffled and waited for Jessup to let down the barrier he had erected around the building. 

(Oh, you're still alive, are you, glad to see you remember where you live, you ungrateful fucking brat!) Jessup's aggravated voice came through from the small speaker beside the door, causing Cynrik to fight back laughter.

"Yep, the two of us have finished our adventures and have come home to grace our loving family with our presence." Using a cocky and young masterish tone, Cynrik playfully retorted. 

"WE BROUGHT PRESENTS!" Beside him, Selene remarked as if presents made their absence worth it.

(Let me guess, you plan on gifting the things you stole from all those Mansions…whatever, I will open up a spot under the training room, so head over.) Standing on the other side of the door, Jessup rolled his eyes and walked away, heading toward the training room. 

With his level of strength, it was easy to observe the surrounding area, and on more than one occasion, he had spotted the couple running around like bandits, breaking into houses and stealing what they could get their hands on. 

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