In the next second, he threw it.
There was no sound of whooshing air, only a silent, instantaneous flash of crimson light.
The bolt of lightning crossed the distance in less than a nanosecond. It didn't just pierce the tough, Rank-5-equivalent hide of the dead bear; it vaporized a perfectly round, fist-sized hole straight through its torso.
But it didn't stop.
The crimson bolt exited the other side of the bear, its power wasn't reduced in the slightest.
It then slammed into the far wall of the cave.
There was no explosion, no shower of rock. It simply pierced through the thick stone as if it were wet paper, leaving another perfectly cauterized, glowing red hole in its wake.
The bolt shot out of the cave and into the primordial jungle, a crimson streak that tore through the twilight before vanishing from Dravin's sight. He didn't even get to see where it landed or if it ever stopped at all.
For a long moment, there was only silence. Then, a delayed, deafening BOOM echoed from the distance, a sonic boom from the bolt breaking the sound barrier, followed by the faint sound of crashing trees.
Dravin stared at the smoking hole in the bear, then at the perfectly circular hole in the cave wall, his mind completely blank.
The power was… absurd. It was a level of destructive force he couldn't have even dreamed of just hours ago.
However, in the next second, a profound, hollowed-out fatigue suddenly washed over him.
His knees felt weak, and a wave of dizziness made him sway. It was the feeling of having his energy reserves completely and utterly drained in a single, instant. It was a sense of fatigue so deep it was as though he came three times in an hour.
Panting heavily, he leaned against the cave wall for support.
He was happy with the result. But he knew he couldn't use a skill like that recklessly.
The power of the bloodline was directly tied to the strength of his body and his energy reserves.
When he grew strong enough, when his foundation was deeper and his energy pool vaster, only then would he be able to wield the power of a Thunder God with ease.
But for now, his level 7 Super soldier strength was enough.
Within the dimensional zone, thousands of students were battling with dimensional beasts, trying to kill at least one rank 3. Some died while battling, failing to activate the shield while some were able to activate it in time, teleporting them out of the dimensional zone.
Most of all more than half were actually able to kill a rank 3 beast and were striving for first place.
However, no one knew something far more sinister was going on within the dimensional zone. The evil super soldiers from Ancient Grounds Of Dark Matter, those who had pledge allegiance with the dimensional beasts in exchange for power had already infiltrated the training ground of the academy, their plan was simple, kill the geniuses of Chaotic Star-God Academy before they could grow to become a problem.
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Dravin rested in the cave for another hour, allowing the fatigue from unleashing the Crimson Bolt to subside.
His S-rank bloodline, coupled with his newly acquired passive ability to absorb energy for recovery, worked miracles.
The hollowed-out feeling in his energy reserves was slowly but surely refilling, and the weakness in his limbs was replaced by the familiar, thrumming power of a Rank 6 Super Soldier.
As he recovered, the little mole-like thief, which had cautiously returned to the cave after the lightning storm had passed, hopped onto his shoulder. It chirped and nudged his ear, pointing outside the cave.
Dravin sighed. "Alright, you little glutton. Lead the way."
He wasn't scared the little beast will llewd him to some sort of trap. His strength has grown from level 4 to 6, he was way more confident in his strength coupled with the bloodline power.
Only a rank 9 primitive dimensional beast could threaten him.
And so began their strange, yet incredibly effective, partnership.
For the next several hours, Dravin was led on a tour of the dimensional zone's most valuable hidden locations.
The little creature had an almost supernatural sense for treasures, that pointed towards rare herbs, potent dimensional fruits, and treasures.
Their first destination after the cave was a murky, mist-shrouded swamp.
The little thief led him to a massive tree at its center, where a group of shimmering, dew-like fruits hung from the branches.
Guarding it was a Rank 3 'Swamp Lurker,' an incredibly ugly, crocodilian beast with venomous spines running down its back.
"Splash!"
The beast burst from the murky water, its massive jaws snapping shut with enough force to crush steel.
Dravin didn't even flinch. Hw didn't need to activate the Thunder god step as his Level 6 agility was incredibly fast, making him vanish into a blur, easily evading the lunge.
He reappeared above the beast, his cleaver already descending, now wreathed in the orange flames of his `Inferno Slash`.
"SLASH!"
The blade met the Lurker's armored skull with a sickening crunch, the intense heat flash-boiling the water around them as the beast's head was split in two. A single, clean kill.
[Rank 3 Primitive Monster: Swamp Lurker slain.]
[Basic Cleaver Technique proficiency has increased.]
Without hesitation he grabbed the fruits and the dimensional crystals and packed it up.
Next, they found a clearing where a strange, crystalline flower pulsed with gentle light.
This time, the guardian was a pack of five Rank 4 'Wind Razor Wolves,' their claws capable of creating sharp, invisible blades of wind.
They attacked in a coordinated, lightning-fast assault, a whirlwind of grey fur and deadly air currents.
It was a perfect test for his new abilities. He met their charge head-on, his body transformed into a blur as he collided with the monsters.
His every parry and block sending out thunderous shockwaves that sent each wolves flying backwards, breaking their claws and limbs which they had used to attack.
A level seven against a level 4? It was no brainer. Level 5 already possess double the strength of level 4 now that Dravin was level 6, his strength was simply too astounding for a level 4 pack of wolves to withstand.
He cut them down with his Cleaver as though he was crying down trees.
The last wolf, seeing its packmates fall, tried to flee.
"Crackle!"
A precisely aimed `Crimson Bolt`—a much smaller, less draining version than the one he'd fired in the cave pierced its hind leg, dropping it to the ground for the final, merciful strike.