He slowly lifted his foot—no sound, no words—just the ominous stillness before a storm. Then he pulled back, foot angled, muscles in his leg tensing like drawn steel cables.
In a blur of motion, he snapped his leg forward, and the air itself screamed.
WHOOOOM!!!
A shockwave blasted out with catastrophic force. The earth split apart, a jagged trench ripping toward me like a divine cleave. Trees buckled. Rocks shattered. The very air was torn open.
I braced myself, arms raised in guard, Colossus Form flaring as I dug my heels into the trembling ground.
But the moment the shockwave hit—
CRASH!!!
My block shattered.
Pain detonated through my arms and chest. My vision blurred. The pressure lifted me clean off my feet, and in the next heartbeat, I was a ragdoll in the wind.
BOOM!
I slammed into a wall hard enough to crater it, my back folding into the stone like a hammer to glass. The impact knocked the wind from my lungs, a sharp grunt tearing from my throat.
Dust rained. The battlefield fell into silence... until a soft chime echoed in my mind.
> [System Alert: HP Critical]
Auto-Healing Protocol Activated
— Consuming Potion...
— Inventory: Potion (6/10), High Potion (4/5)
Warmth flooded my veins. The crushing pain dulled. Cracks in my bones knit slowly, my breathing stabilizing as golden energy pulsed faintly around my frame.
I coughed, wiping blood from my lips, and forced myself to my feet.
"Heh..." I muttered through grit teeth, "Still... standing…"
He vanished again—a blur of godspeed cutting across the broken landscape. My eyes widened. Not again.
But this time, I was ready.
I planted my feet, drew in every ounce of rage and defiance left in my lungs—
and unleashed it.
"ROAR OF THE DOMINATOR!!"
The battlefield shuddered.
A monstrous sound tore free from my chest, not just a roar—a shockwave of will, carved with authority. The very air rippled, vibrating with the force of command. Trees bent. Dust exploded outward. And for a split second—he stopped.
His dash faltered.
Eyes widened. Muscles froze. The divine terror in his face didn't last long, but it was long enough.
> [Skill Activated: Roar of the Dominator]
— Status Inflicted: Fear Lock (1.4s)
— Bonus Critical Strike Opportunity
— Strength Multiplier Engaged
"NOW!" I screamed, legs firing like pistons as I surged forward with all the rage in my soul.
"RAGNAROK REEL!!"
My arm ignited with raw energy—shoulder to fist glowing like a collapsing star—as I spun full-force, momentum thundering behind the swing.
THOOM!!!
My lariat connected with his throat, the sound like a mountain being split in half.
His body lurched, his feet lifted, blood spewed from his mouth in a crimson arc.
BOOM!!!
He was flung back, smashing through trees, bouncing once, twice—then a final crack as his body folded into the cliff wall behind him, half-buried in rubble.
> [Critical Hit Landed]
Bonus Strike Damage: +300%
Target Status: Internal Bleeding (Light), Staggered
II stood there, panting, fists trembling from the backlash of Ragnarok Reel. The god's body was still half-buried in rubble, the taste of blood probably still fresh in his divine mouth.
I cracked a grin. "Still think I'm just a human?"
The silence lingered... until—
> [SYSTEM WARNING: Pride Level Spiking]
[SYSTEM NOTE: You are still a human, idiot.]
— Please refrain from taunting deities prematurely.
I blinked. "What the hell?!"
Somewhere in the dust and smoke, the god groaned and moved.
> [SYSTEM TIP: Next time, run.]
— Your cooldowns are not immortal. You aren't either.
I stared at the glowing interface, face flat.
"Wow. Thanks for the emotional support, system."
> [SYSTEM RESPONSE: You're welcome, squishy meatbag.]
The ground rumbled.
"...oh no."
The rubble shifted.
A shadow rose through the smoke.
The god stood, shoulders squared, his chest heaving with slow, deliberate breath. Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth, but his eyes burned brighter than ever—unfazed, maybe even impressed.
He tilted his head and cracked his neck. "That actually stung."
I took a step back. "Tch…"
> [SYSTEM UPDATE: Target has sustained Minor Damage (2%).]
Congratulations, you made him slightly uncomfortable.
I twitched.
> [SYSTEM DIAGNOSIS: User is currently out of cooldowns, short on potions, and full of poor life choices.]
—Would you like to draft a will?
"System, not now!"
> [SYSTEM RESPONSE: Just saying, you've pissed off a god and your face is still soft.]
I sighed. "You ever shut up?"
> [SYSTEM RESPONSE: I would, but then you'd be dead in silence.]
I gritted my teeth. "Alright then. Round two…"
As the god raised his hand again, violet energy dancing between his fingers like a death sentence, I staggered to my feet—barely.
"System…" I gasped. "Heal me. Now."
> [SYSTEM: Using Standard Potion… Remaining Stock: 5/10]
A warm rush surged through my veins, bones snapping back into place, skin knitting over broken muscle. I exhaled sharp, my body steadying again.
> [SYSTEM HEALING COMPLETE: You're alive... Somehow.]
Achievement unlocked: Too Stubborn To Die.
I wiped blood from my lip, panting. "That the best you got?"
> [SYSTEM DIAGNOSIS: You just got turned into a mop, and you're taunting a god?]
Respectfully, what the hell is wrong with you?
"I'm improvising!"
> [SYSTEM RESPONSE: This isn't jazz, it's divine punishment. And you're the instrument.]
The god cracked his knuckles, that amused glint never leaving his glowing eyes.
"Human," he said with a grin. "You're still standing. Good."
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY: 'Good,' he says. Translation: He's impressed you haven't wet yourself yet.]
I rolled my shoulders and dropped into a stance, fire returning to my limbs.
"Let's dance, shiny bastard."
> [SYSTEM: You've got five potions, one shot at glory, and zero chill. I'm in.]
I clenched my fists, ready to strike again—
> [SYSTEM INTERFACE - ALERT]
All Active Skills: On Cooldown
– Colossus Form – 38s
– Vengeful Rush – 22s
– Roar of the Dominator – 54s
– Ragnarok Reel – 67s
– Scorched Requiem – 41s
– Verdant Renewal – Recharging…
"Tch…" I clicked my tongue, sweat dripping from my chin as I glared across the broken earth.
The god stood there—calm, almost relaxed. And then… his fingers began to twist.
But this time, the energy coiling around them wasn't just violet. It deepened into something darker. Thicker. It spiraled upward like a slow storm being born, pulsing with devastating pressure.
He raised his hand, fingers pointing skyward. The entire sky dimmed for a heartbeat.
"You're too stubborn," he said, voice like cracking stone. "But let's fix that."
> [SYSTEM WARNING: Unknown Divine Signature Detected. Classification: Cataclysmic.]
[SYSTEM COMMENTARY: ...Did you make him mad? Genius.]
I took a step back instinctively.
> [SYSTEM: Let's recap, shall we? You're out of skills, bleeding, outclassed, and poked the universe's angriest deity with a stick.]
Solid strategy.
Do you want me to write your will now or after impact?
I gritted my teeth. "I'm not done."
> [SYSTEM RESPONSE: And neither is your stupidity, apparently.]
The god's palm now glowed like a dying star. One that promised to take me with it.
> [SYSTEM FINAL NOTE: If you somehow survive, I'm applying for a transfer. To a toaster.]
"It's now or never!" I shouted, adrenaline burning through my veins.
I shot forward—dashing left, then right, then feinting a step before spinning in for a blazing hook kick, the wind howling from the force.
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
Nice kick. If you were aiming to swat a fly… 10/10.
Shame your opponent is a walking apocalypse.
The god didn't even flinch.
I twisted mid-air and came crashing down with a sharp elbow strike aimed right at his temple.
> [SYSTEM LIVE FEED:]
You: "Ultimate move!"
Him: "Mild breeze detected."
Physics: "Let's embarrass this man."
Right before I could land—SLAP!
His hand moved like lightning, and the flat of his palm slapped my face sideways with the force of a thunderclap. I spun in mid-air like a ragdoll, crashing to the ground like a crumpled banner.
> [SYSTEM EMERGENCY LOG:]
You have received: The Divine Palm of Disrespect.
Damage: 200% Ego
Status Effect: "Shame" (Duration: Permanent)
> [SYSTEM ROAST.exe ACTIVATED:]
Bro, he just slapped you. Not punched. Not blasted. Slapped.
Even your ancestors felt that one and changed the family name.
I groaned from the crater I'd made in the dirt. "Still not… giving up…"
> [SYSTEM RESPONSE:]
Brave words. From someone whose face just became a percussion instrument.
Without warning, the god raised his hand high, his fingers twisting as violet energy swirled and compressed into a ball, pulsating with raw power. A cruel smile spread across his face.
"You think you can stop me with that pathetic display?" he sneered, then flung the ball straight at me.
It rocketed through the air, tearing the wind apart with its force, and I barely had time to react before it was upon me.
> [SYSTEM ALERT: DANGER]
Warning: Incoming Omega Overkill blast.
Please prepare to meet your soon-to-be ex-life.
I dodged at the last second, but the blast exploded, sending shockwaves through the air as I barely skidded to the side, my heart racing.
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
So you dodged that… just.
Pretty sure that's the equivalent of avoiding a nuclear bomb by hiding behind a potted plant.
Nice work, champ.
The god merely stood, watching with his arms crossed, clearly unfazed. The violet glow in his eyes didn't even flicker.
"Is that all?" he asked with a cocky grin, energy swirling around his fingers again.
> [SYSTEM INSIGHT:]
His next move is going to be a light show—don't get your hopes up.
If you were a betting man, I'd say your odds of surviving just plummeted.
As the god stood there, smug and unbothered, I wiped the blood from my lip and took a deep breath. The violet energy continued to swirl around him, but I didn't flinch. His taunts, his power... none of it mattered anymore.
"Plummeted?" I scoffed, a grin forming on my face despite the pain. "Then I guess it's time to show you that the fall is always just the beginning."
I slammed my fists together, flames dancing around my knuckles. "You see, I don't win because I'm strong. I win because I refuse to lose."
The god raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting such defiance, but I was done with running. This was it. I wasn't backing down anymore.
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
Oh great, now he's quoting speeches like he's in some anime.
But hey, maybe it'll work. He's really about to get roasted.
I surged forward, my body moving like a blur, fists flying in every direction. Each punch was a flash of fire and fury, aimed at every weak spot I could find. My muscles screamed in protest, but my resolve was stronger. I was done letting him push me around.
"Is that all you got?!" I gritted through my teeth, my fists smashing against his defenses.
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
Oh, look at this! The human's really trying to land a hit.
Is this his grand plan? Throw punches until the god gets bored?
I could hear the god chuckle, his violet energy swirling menacingly, but I wasn't backing down.
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
Damn, even I'm getting secondhand embarrassment from this.
What's next? Is he gonna try yelling again? Maybe do a motivational speech about 'never giving up'?
The god's roar echoed in the air as he lunged toward me. His knee hit my gut with all the force of a freight train. I felt my insides twist as the air rushed out of me, and I stumbled backward, gasping for breath.
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
Well, that was a solid knee to the gut.
I hope you're still getting paid for this. If not, you might want to ask for a refund. You're getting absolutely wrecked.
I barely managed to steady myself when he swung his foot around in a side heel kick that slammed straight into my ribs. I flew sideways, my body leaving a trail in the dirt. The pain was blinding.
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
And that's the ribs!
Can we get some applause for those beautiful rib-breaking moves? No? Alright, back to the show where you're the star of the human punching bag segment.
Before I could even react, the god launched a rapid series of straight kicks, each one landing like a sledgehammer. My body was tossed around like a ragdoll with every impact, and my feet barely stayed on the ground.
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
And here it is—the classic 'kick the crap out of MC' move!
What a masterpiece. He should charge for this—it's the full experience, complete with the tears and bruises!
Then, the god raised his hand, violet energy swirling around his fingers like a tornado. I barely had time to react before the energy ball shot toward me, hitting me square in the chest. I flew backward, my body skidding across the arena, slamming into the ground with a loud crack.
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
Boom! Direct hit! Ooooh, that's gotta hurt.
Yeah, there's no coming back from that. Let's be honest, you might just want to take a nap now. Maybe sleeping forever is the ultimate strategy here?
As I lay there, stunned, I could feel the god's victorious gaze on me. His lips curled into a smirk. He was having way too much fun. But I pushed myself to my feet, spitting blood.
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
So, uh... this is the part where you give up, right?
I mean, your options are pretty limited at this point. You could continue, but that might just be the slowest way to your inevitable defeat. Like a really bad slow-motion car crash. Your choice!
Shaking my head, I dashed toward him, fists flying in every direction, trying to land a punch. I unleashed my hook kick, but once again, the god didn't even flinch. He just stood there, bored, watching my moves with complete indifference.
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
Oh, here we go. The 'punching a brick wall' technique.
Honestly, you should've gone for the 'run away screaming' strategy. It has a better success rate than whatever this is.
I didn't give up, though. I followed up with an elbow strike mid-air, hoping to catch him off guard. He barely moved. His hand flicked out, and I was slapped across the face, sent flying to the ground.
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
Ooooh, that slap was definitely a mood-changer.
Who needs superpowers when you can just slap someone into submission? Take notes, MC. Take. Notes.
"I have one more," I gritted out, feeling my body scream for mercy. "System, heal me, NOW!"
> [SYSTEM INTERFACE ACTIVATED:]
Oh, look who's suddenly begging for help now. Nice to see the whole "I'll do it alone" thing has gone out the window.
Fine, fine, I'll heal you, but you better be ready. What's coming next isn't going to be pretty. Prepare for 'Godvein Frenzy,' a power-up so intense, it might actually kill you.
No pressure though. Just a small risk of exploding your entire body.
I felt the raw surge of energy coursing through me like wildfire. It was like my veins had been injected with pure chaos, a feeling so potent that even my bones started to feel heavy with power. But, hey, no pain, no gain... right?
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
You're about to turn into an overcharged wrecking ball. Congratulations. But guess what? Now, your body is pretty much a ticking time bomb. But hey, maybe it'll explode in a cool way? Let's find out!
Also, shout-out to the readers who thought this transformation would be super clean and graceful—spoiler alert: it's not. Get ready for some broken bones and 'whoopsie' moments!
I was glowing like a radioactive pumpkin at Halloween, every muscle in my body stretched and pulsed with overwhelming power. I could barely contain it. My eyes were burning with energy, and I felt like I could take down a mountain—if only my legs didn't feel like they might buckle under the weight.
The god across from me didn't even flinch. He just stood there, acting like he'd seen this a thousand times before. It was infuriating.
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
Oh, look at that. The god's not even impressed. You've literally turned into a walking Chernobyl, and the guy doesn't even bat an eye. Classic.
But hey, you look cool. Kinda like that one superhero who always messes up the big speech right before the final battle. The 'I'm going to win now' speech? Yeah, you've nailed it.
Also, let's give a round of applause to the author for writing in a power-up that they definitely regret adding, but are sticking with it for dramatic effect. Nice try, author. Real nice.
I clenched my fists, feeling the power surge through me like a freight train, my entire being practically vibrating with energy. This was it. I raised my hand, pointing dramatically at the god.
"You're done," I growled, trying to sound more confident than I actually was.
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
Oh, look at you. Real big shot now. I bet you're thinking, "I've got this, I'm unbeatable!" Spoiler alert: You're not. But hey, we all need to feel powerful for a moment, right?
Also, shout-out to the readers who are probably waiting for the MC to do something cool. Don't get your hopes up too high. This transformation might look flashy, but we both know the ending to this scene, don't we?
I ignored the system's sarcastic tone. I was focused. The god still wasn't reacting. I pointed at him, my finger shaking slightly.
"You think you're the biggest thing here, huh?" I said, my voice somehow louder than I felt. "Well, guess what? I'm the one you'll be running from."
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
Oh, that's the spirit! The classic 'big talk before you inevitably fail' moment. You've really captured that "hero's last stand" vibe.
Also, I'm sure the author's thrilled that you've taken the dramatic speech route. Definitely a crowd-pleaser.
Quick reminder: You're 50x stronger, but also 200% closer to passing out. So, you know, win-win.
The god raised an eyebrow. He was still completely unbothered. It was almost like he was... waiting for me to tire myself out.
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
Ah, yes, the classic god move. Look bored and dismissive, like you've already won. News flash: you've definitely won. Just not in the way you think.
By the way, I know the readers are wondering if MC is going to succeed. I can't say. But I can tell you that if you think this is going to be the moment he becomes some unstoppable force, well... let's just say: nice try.
I raised my fist again, stepping forward with determination. But, as I did, I couldn't help but laugh a little. The situation was ridiculous. Here I was, glowing like a power-up in a video game, talking trash to a god, and somehow believing I actually had a shot.
"Let's see you keep up with this," I said with a grin, trying to muster every ounce of my newfound power. "I'm done playing around."
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
Aren't we all? The readers are probably just sitting there, waiting for the big payoff, like "Come on, MC, do something epic." Spoiler alert: You're about to do something epic... but it's probably going to involve lots of pain and a very dramatic failure.
Also, huge shout-out to the author for writing this—who knew this is what they thought would make an exciting showdown? I know I didn't!
I stood there, filled with energy, fully aware that I was likely on the verge of either victory or collapse. But for a moment, I felt untouchable.
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
And there it is. That last glimmer of hope before it all goes downhill. Who's ready for an explosive ending? Or maybe just a face-plant into the dirt? Don't worry, readers. It'll be something.
The god didn't even move. But I was too far gone to care.
"You're going to regret this," I said, my voice filled with all the confidence I could muster.
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
Oh, that's the spirit! He's definitely going to regret it—just like the author probably regrets writing this whole 'god battle' in the first place. What were they thinking? Seriously, we all know how this is going to end. Just take a seat, readers. It's about to get interesting.
And with that, I stood ready, the energy coursing through me—my final act, my last shot at something that might resemble victory. Or, you know, a spectacular failure.
> [SYSTEM COMMENTARY:]
And there you have it. The MC thinks he's going to win. The readers hope he'll win. The author definitely didn't expect this to happen. Let's see what happens next, because we all know it's gonna be a doozy.