All Chapters of MY SYSTEM LOADS 10 SECONDS LATE : Chapter 91
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chapter 91 : A Newfound power
Newfound PowerThe scenery below them suddenly changed back, reverting from the scorched, broken world to the normal one. The stars returned to their rightful place. The air felt lighter.Peter flew Jaxen back down to his apartment, descending right through the hole they had made earlier."You do understand that you'll be fixing this hole with your own money, right?" Jaxen said, staring at the cracked ceiling above his bedroom."Yeah, yeah. Bill did hand us some extra bonuses after all. I'll send in a repairman. He should be here early in the morning." Peter replied, waving his hand like he was dismissing Jaxen."For real?""Nah." Peter chuckled.His hands glowed green as he muttered a spell. The ceiling suddenly fixed itself, the cracks sealing as if they had never existed."Wait." Jaxen's eyes narrowed. "Why are you this strong? At this point, it's like you have a spell for everything."Peter laughed
Last Updated : 2026-07-17
chapter 92 : A normal day.
The morning sun streamed through Jaxen's window, warm and golden. For the first time in weeks, he woke up without the weight of the world pressing down on his chest. No visions of scorched worlds. No nightmares of gods smiling above corpses.Just sunlight. And the faint sound of birds outside.He stretched, testing his new prosthetic foot against the floor. It felt natural now. Almost like his own.His phone buzzed. A message from his sister."I'm being discharged today. Come get me?"Jaxen smiled. He hadn't smiled like that in a while.---The hospital lobby was quiet when Jaxen arrived. His sister was sitting in a wheelchair near the entrance, a small bag on her lap. She looked better—her skin had color, her eyes were bright, and she was actually sitting up straight."Look who finally showed up," she said, a teasing smile on her face."Look who finally stopped being lazy and woke up," Jaxen
Last Updated : 2026-07-20
Chapter 93 : Maxwells reckoning
Maxwell's ReckoningThe morning of the final exams dawned cold and gray. Maxwell stood at the edge of the training grounds, his breath misting in the chill air. Around him, dozens of cadets stretched, warmed up, and whispered nervously to each other.He was older than most of them. By a lot."Hey, grandpa," a voice called from behind. "You sure you're not lost? The retirement home is that way."Maxwell didn't turn around. He'd heard the same joke a hundred times. Instead, he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders."You'll be eating those words in about an hour," he said calmly.The cadet behind him laughed. "We'll see, old man."Maxwell let the comment slide. He had learned to pick his battles. The first few months at the academy had been rough—fights, reprimands, instructors telling him to control his temper. But he had learned. He had grown.Today, he would prove it.---The written exam
Last Updated : 2026-07-21
chapter 94 : life goes on.
Life Goes On.The university library was quiet, the kind of silence that felt almost sacred. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting golden rectangles across the polished wooden floors. Peter sat at a corner table, surrounded by stacks of books that had nothing to do with engineering.His new friends had no idea."Peter! You coming to lunch?" A voice called from across the room. It was Marcus, a stocky guy with messy hair and a perpetual grin. He was one of the few students who had actually welcomed Peter into their group.Peter looked up from his book. "Yeah, give me a minute."Marcus walked over, glancing at the book Peter was reading. "Advanced Thermodynamics? We don't have that class until next semester."Peter closed the book smoothly. "Just getting a head start."Marcus shrugged. "You're weird, man. But I respect it."Peter smiled. That was the thing about his new friends at the engineering uni
Last Updated : 2026-07-22
chapter 95 : The retest.
The Retest The training facility hummed with the sound of steel striking steel. Jaxen moved through his forms, his prosthetic foot gliding across the polished floor with practiced ease. Weeks of constant training had paid off—he no longer thought about the prosthetic. It was simply part of him now. In his hands, he held a pair of training swords. They were weighted to match real blades, their edges dulled for safety. But Jaxen didn't need sharp edges. He needed to adapt. Peter sat on a bench near the wall, watching with quiet interest. "You're getting better with those," he called out. "The swords, I mean. You were useless with them last week." "Thanks for the vote of confidence," Jaxen replied, not breaking his rhythm. "I'm serious. You're actually looking like you know what you're doing." Jaxen stopped mid-swing, lowering the training swords. "It's different from daggers. The reach is longer.
Last Updated : 2026-07-23