Sure! Here is the extended version of your chapter, with added details for depth and clarity. The core story remains the same, but with more description to flesh out the environment, actions, and Rantaro's reactions.
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Chapter - The Elite Dark Ruler's Trial
The world snapped.
One moment, Rantaro was standing in the midst of a quiet battlefield. The next, the ground disappeared beneath his feet, and he was hurled through an abyss of dark voids. In the span of a single heartbeat, he found himself standing in an entirely unfamiliar place.
The air was thick with oppressive darkness, as if the very atmosphere itself had been poisoned. There was no sky—only an endless sea of blackness stretching beyond the horizon in every direction.
Around him, shadows writhed. The ground beneath his boots cracked with the weight of something ancient. He instinctively knew he was no longer in the realm he had come from.
He could feel it.
The presence of monsters.
A low growl echoed through the silence. The noise grew louder. In a split second, a horde of monsters appeared from the depths of the darkness, closing in from all sides. Their bodies were massive, their forms grotesque. Some had twisting horns, others had massive, leathery wings, and many were covered in thick scales or matted fur. Their eyes glowed blood red, burning with hunger and malice. Their teeth were jagged and sharp like a field of razors, and their breath stank of death.
These were not mere beasts—they were monsters, bred from the deepest pits of hell itself. Their claws scraped the ground, and their roars vibrated through the very earth beneath Rantaro's feet.
Rantaro stood tall, unwavering. He could feel his heartbeat thunder in his chest, but he was calm. Cold. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the sea of bloodlust surrounding him.
"Welcome to hell," he muttered to himself, pulling his sword from his storage with a sharp hiss. The steel gleamed, though the darkness around him seemed to make the blade seem pale and weak in comparison to the monstrous foes that approached.
A system notification flashed in front of him, interrupting his thoughts.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
You have entered the Elite-Level Zone of the Dark Ruler. You may now use dark energy to enhance your sword and body. You may summon mid-level dark summons.
Strength: 70
Speed: 70
Abilities: Use dark energy in attacks.
The message was brief, but it brought a strange sense of certainty with it. Rantaro's eyes glinted with resolve. Now was the time to test his strength.
Without hesitation, Rantaro slammed his hand to the ground, the dark energy surging around him. The shadows in the air seemed to bend and twist, then explode into a cloud of shadowy smoke. From that very smoke, twenty-three mid-level Dark Summons materialized. They were ghostly humanoid warriors, draped in obsidian armor, with skull masks covering their faces. Their weapons, wicked black swords, dripped with a corrupted aura of dark energy.
Rantaro's voice rang out, cutting through the chaos with cold precision.
"Go," he commanded.
The summons responded immediately. They moved as one, their blades flashing through the air as they attacked the smaller, low-rank monsters that littered the battlefield. Each strike, each slash, siphoned the life force from their enemies, converting the creatures into pure dark energy, which flowed into the cores of the summons. The air filled with the horrible shrieks of the monsters as they were cleaved apart, blood spraying into the air in a grotesque mist.
But the real battle had yet to begin. The elite-class monsters were drawing near.
One, a massive reptilian beast, stepped forward. Its scales shimmered like obsidian, and its eyes burned with an infernal rage. The ground shuddered beneath its weight as it lunged at Rantaro.
Rantaro spun and swung his blade. The steel sliced through the air, but—clang—it hit the beast's thick hide, leaving barely a scratch.
Tch. A bitter taste flooded his mouth. He had no time to think. Before he could react, the monster's claws swept across the air.
Boom!
Rantaro was sent flying through the air, his body twisting in mid-flight as he crashed into a large boulder. The stone shattered like glass under his weight, and blood sprayed from his lips. His bones groaned from the impact, and a sharp pain exploded through his chest.
Damn it. They're too strong.
Rantaro struggled to get to his feet, his vision blurred from the hit. He felt the oppressive weight of the battle closing in around him. He could feel his body protesting. His muscles burned. His breath was ragged. His limits were being tested.
His fingers trembled. He couldn't hold back anymore. Not with so many enemies still alive, and with so much at stake.
"Dark Berserk."
At his command, a blast of black lightning surged through the air, crackling around his body. His eyes turned pitch black as he felt the surge of energy rush through his veins. His muscles bulged, his aura exploding out in spirals of pure chaos.
His speed multiplied, his senses sharpened to an incredible level. His vision cleared. Time slowed as his thoughts sharpened into focus.
The Dark Berserk was a power Rantaro had only recently unlocked, but it made him nearly untouchable.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished.
SLASH!
The first monster fell. Its head flew from its body, landing with a sickening thud against the dirt.
Without pausing, Rantaro attacked again. He sliced through another beast, cleaving it from the waist up. Its torso crumpled to the ground, leaving behind only the remains of a twisted creature.
[Level Up ×4]
Rantaro's body pulsed with new strength, but the battle was far from over. Nearly 100 monsters were still closing in on him, their eyes burning with rage. Their steps shook the ground beneath him.
He narrowed his eyes. The battlefield was becoming a crushing weight of monstrous power and overwhelming numbers.
"Bring it," Rantaro growled. His body surged with more dark energy. He was far from finished.
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