Inescapable Destruction
[: 3rd POV :]
The battlefield had changed.
What was once teeming with chaos, with war cries and monstrous roars, now stood in unnatural silence.
A stillness not born from peace, but from something deeper.
It was terror itself.
The few surviving Tyrant Ogres, creatures of brutality and savagery, were paralysed—not by wounds, but by something they had never once felt in their entire monstrous lives.
It was an emotion that they were unfamiliar with, and it was fear.
Their breaths were shallow,w and they refused to move a single step.
All of them hesitated and they looked towards one another, waiting for someone and somebody to take the lead.
Their massive frames that were capable of lifting boulders and smashing battalions were trembling.
At the same time, they couldn't believe that the fear they felt was not from some old, living kind of monster, but a boy.
A single human standing calmly amidst the battle with his silvery long hair fluttering in the howling wind.
His eyes were sharp and we're gleaming like judgment carved into flesh.
And before them, he stood… untouched.
However, all of a sudden, a certain ogre took a step forward.
It was heavy and monstrous.
The one who took a step forward was none other than the King Tyrant Ogre.
The ground rumbled with every step as the King Tyrant Ogre emerged from behind the frozen horde.
Even the fear-stricken ogres parted without a word, backs arching, heads lowered as their sovereign stepped into view.
A creature of nightmare and ancient might, standing more than twenty meters tall, with crimson skin cracked by molten scars.
His bulging muscles rippled with coiled power, and a jagged white horn extended from his forehead like a crown made for slaughter.
His single eye narrowed at Daniel.
"...A human," he said at last.
His voice was a deep rumble, slow and coarse like stones grinding inside a volcano.
"It's been a long time since I've seen one of your kind."
He took another step, his foot crushing a boulder into dust.
"How many years has it been...? Ah, I don't even remember. The days blur in this cursed land."
He opened his arms slightly, as if to welcome the ash-laden winds.
"I remember the first ones… so proud… so loud. They came with banners of hope, weapons of divine steel, songs of justice on their tongues."
He chuckled, low and cold.
"I crushed them. I impaled their heroes on their own swords. I watched their gods turn their backs as I bathed in their blood."
Afterwards, the ogre paused and tilted his head, staring straight at Daniel.
"You're different"
"I've never seen anything like you"
The surviving ogres growled softly behind him, regaining confidence from his presence.
"But you're not strong enough," the King Tyrant Ogre said calmly.
"Not enough to defeat me." The King Tyrant Ogre declared proudly with a wicked smile.
He had encountered a similar type of situation before, but in the end, he had crushed them every single time.
But with his words, Daniel didn't flinch, nor did he feel threatened by the Ogre's presence.
He didn't even reply right away.
He simply lifted his gaze to meet the King's.
And smirked.
Then… his voice rang out.
It was shared and deadly.
"You talk too much…" Daniel muttered, his tone like the pull of a blade from its sheath.
"…for a monster that's about to be dead."
[: Void Erasure Activated :]
And then all of a sudden, the sky above them cracked.
The skies split like glass as Void energy surged upward behind Daniel, tearing through the clouds in a swirling vortex of shadow and distortion.
A meteor began to form above.
It wasn't made from rock of flame; it was made from the entirety of pure void energy.
It was a colossal mass of compressed, infinite emptiness—pure erasure—that slowly descended from the heavens, spinning with a coldness that defied all laws of existence.
It devoured even the light.
The sun even vanished as it was swallowed by the shadow it cast, which caused the battlefield to darken.
And the ogres?
They panicked.
"WHAT—WHAT IS THAT?!"
"THE SKY—IT'S GONE!"
"NO, NO, NO—!!"
They tried to run, tried to leap away, tried to burrow into the earth.
They tried everything that they could to escape.
But it was too late.
The meteor, Void Erasure, didn't allow its targets to run.
After all, all of the ogres felt a pull from the meteor that was coming towards them.
It was gravitational devastation.
The ogres were dragged upward, their massive bodies twisting helplessly as if the very laws of space had betrayed them.
They screamed, and their claws ripped into the ground.
They begged their King to save them.
But the King?
Even he struggled.
His foot planted, knees shaking, his immense power resisting—but even his aura began to crack under the crushing weight of the Void.
He roared, muscles bulging, eyes wide.
"N-NO!! THIS… THIS POWER—WHAT ARE YOU?!"
"HOW CAN SUCH A BEING LIKE YOU EXIST IN THIS WEAK WORLD!?" The King Tyrant Ogre questioned.
"Y-YOU! MY LORD WILL AVENGE ME!" The King said his last words.
Daniel didn't answer because they didn't need to find him; he would find them instead.
He wouldn't wait for them as he would be the one who would remove their existence from this continent.
Afterwards, he simply raised a hand where the meteor descended.
It was silent, inevitable and absolute...it was inescapable.
The screams of the Tyrant Ogres echoed like thunder…
Until they didn't.
Because as the meteor crashed—
There was no explosion.
No shockwave.
No sound.
Just simply erasure.
The instant it touched the earth, the Tyrant Ogres—all of them, even the King—were gone.
They weren't disintegrated, vaporised or even reduced to dust.
They weren't even killed.
They were simply…unwritten.
As if they had never existed.
All of their existence was pulled into the void, beyond space, beyond death and beyond meaning.
When the meteor dissipated, the battlefield was empty once again.
There were no corpses, but just the wind.
And one lone figure—Daniel—standing at the centre of it all.
His clothes settled behind him, and his gaze slowly lowered.
"…Next gate," he whispered calmly as though killing 50 Tyrant Ogres and 1 King Tyrant Ogres was nothing to him.
Because this was only the beginning.
The Forbidden Continent still teemed with monsters.
Still held the gates that must be destroyed.
And Daniel?
He had barely begun to stretch his wings.
[: Congratulations, you have killed 50 Tyrant Ogres ranging from Level 100 to 150 and 1 Tyrant Ogre and have levelled up :]
[: Due to the effects of Endless Potential, Exp obtained has been multiplied by 10 and all stats obtained have been multiplied by 2 times :]
[: Congratulations, you have levelled up to level 82 :]
Name: Daniel
Age: 12
Rank: E
Level: 82
Class: The Conqueror
Trait: Absolute Cheat
Bloodline: True Cataclysm Dragon
Physique: Boundless Void Physique
Innate: Balance Breaker
Soul Weapon: Ring of Devourer
HP: 36.75M (reg x 200k)
MP: 36.75M (reg x 200k)
Str: 35 x 210K
Def: 35 x 210k
Mana: 35 x 210k
Agi: 35 x 210k
SP: 710
"710 stat points..." he muttered under his breath, eyes calm and unreadable.
For a boy who had just erased an entire battalion of monsters from existence, he showed no arrogance, only precision.
His hand moved slowly, almost lazily, dragging the stat points evenly across each attribute: Strength, Defence, Mana, and Agility.
He didn't favour one over the other.
No obsession with brute force, no blind push for magic.
Only balance.
Only control.
[: Stat Points Allocated :]
[: All base statshaves increased :]
The moment the allocation was confirmed, a pulse of raw energy surged through him—clean, stable, vast.
It didn't erupt, and it settled.
Daniel flexed his fingers once, his gaze unwavering.
He didn't speak, nor did he smile.
But the way the ground subtly cracked beneath his feet, the way the air around him shimmered with tension, said more than words ever could.
He was ready.
And this was just the beginning.