SSS Class Awakening: Start With A God-Level Choice System-Chapter 37: Override: Ultimate Freedom

Ainsworth’s voice echoed directly into his believers’ minds—calm, powerful, and absolute.

"Wear this, my chosen. These vestments are not mere cloth, but a symbol of your rebirth—your transcendence."

"Let the world see and tremble, for you are no longer children of a dying age..."

"You are apostles of the Virus God of Evolution. My will made flesh."

"Through you, the new era shall rise."

The robes floated down, wrapping around each student in glowing threads that fused to fit them perfectly—armor-like, ceremonial, and sacred.

And in unison, they knelt again—this time not just with loyalty, but with purpose.

As they knelt, the robes settled upon them like divine blessings—black as midnight, trimmed with iridescent violet.

As they gazed upon Ainsworth, awe filled their hearts, as though they were gazing at the sun for the first time.

One of the students, Ken Rogers, the newly ascended lightning evolver, raised his head slowly.

"My Lord... my God... I was lost. Aimless. But now I see. You are the dawn... and we are the light that follows."

A red-haired girl with flaming wings knelt with her hands clasped over her heart, tears streaking her soot-marked cheeks.

"I was afraid of dying... but now, I fear only a life without serving You, O God of Evolution. Let my flames burn away Your enemies."

More followed.

"I offer my fists to crush Your foes."

"I offer my eyes to watch for those who deny Your light."

"I offer my voice to spread Your gospel."

One by one, they pledged. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

All different, yet all the same.

Ainsworth’s eyes gleamed—not with madness, but with boundless vision. He raised a hand and the very air silenced in reverence. Even the wind dared not breathe.

His voice rumbled like distant thunder, solemn yet warm.

"My beloved apostles... This world, once called Terra, has become a crucible of extinction. A judgment rendered in the form of the dead—risen, mindless, and devouring."

"The Zombie Apocalypse is not merely a plague—it is evolution’s cruel trial. The old world was stagnant. Corrupt. Rotting from within long before the dead clawed free of their graves."

"But now... now, you have been chosen. Not by chance. Not by fate. But by design."

"For where others were abandoned, I found you. I shepherded you before the rot consumed your souls. Before you forgot what it meant to reach... higher."

He stepped forward, golden light pooling behind his feet with every step.

"You are not like them. You have not been forsaken. You have been uplifted."

"Yet many more remain lost. Their minds are blind. Their bodies are frail. Their faith shattered. They wander... sheep without a shepherd."

"You shall guide them."

"Go into the ruined cities. The blood-drenched alleys. The broken shelters. Find the frightened. The hopeless. The angry. Speak to them."

"Preach to them of evolution. Of purpose. Of salvation."

"And if they listen, offer them the sacred wine."

"If they resist... do not despair. For even in resistance, the seeds of faith may be sown in pain."

"Convert them."

His final word echoed—not harshly, but like a divine law carved into the fabric of reality.

"The Church of Evolution will not fade like the old world’s lies. We are not here to survive. We are here to ascend."

"You... are the first. But not the last."

"Spread the word, my chosen. Let the world evolve... or perish."

The believers rose, each one glowing faintly with the power awakened within them. Their expressions were calm, certain, and sanctified.

And as one, they answered:

"As you will it, so shall it be, Virus God of Evolution."

"All praise the Shepherd of the New Flesh."

"We are your limbs. Your voice. Your will."

And Ainsworth smiled.

A church had been born—baptized in virus, robed in faith, and armored with power.

However, Ainsworth felt that it still wasn’t enough. He already established the religion which was the Church of Evolution and he even had a first batch of believers who were all evolvers.

Yet, the Church of Evolution didn’t even have a church!

For Ainsworth, that was a huge problem. Even if his believers wouldn’t mind, he would. He didn’t like half-assing things and since he chose the cult establishment path, he would see through it to the very end.

However, Ainsworth knew that with his current power, it would take more than a day to build a huge church as well as establish the Church of Evolution’s territory.

He already planned to transform the male student dormitory into the main church of the Church of Evolution while the entire school would become the Church of Evolution’s territory.

Ainsworth couldn’t do it in a day as it would destroy his image if he, a "god", were to engage in construction work for an entire day. To further solidify his image as a god, he would need to create the church in just an instant.

Fortunately, Ainsworth remembered that one of the class traits of his Freedom Freelancer class allowed him to access power stronger than his current one.

[SSS = Once a day, for a duration of ten seconds, you can override Ultimate Freedom (SSS) allowing you to use it without any consumption, and achieve doing anything you want as long as it doesn’t exceed your limit by a huge gap.]

Although he could only use it for ten seconds, that was only due to it having a duration of ten seconds based on the real world. But if he entered that state within 10 seconds, then since he is stronger than before, his speed would be faster and so would his reaction time.

In other words, ten seconds would pass in the real world, but he could perceive those ten seconds much longer.

After making a decision, Ainsworth narrowed his eyes toward the male student dormitory in the distance.

He extended his hand toward the skies.

Then, he whispered.

"Override: Ultimate Freedom"

In that instant, the world froze.

The clouds halted their drift. The dust hung still in the air. Even the distant wails of zombies dulled into silence.

Time slowed. Slowed further. Slowed until it yielded to his will.

His mind burned with clarity, processing thousands of thoughts a second.

He stepped into the boundless version of himself—where creation was only a thought away.

Ten seconds in the real world.

An eternity for a god.