My Goblin System : Levelling up with my SSS Class Devouring skill Chapter 207

He raised Void Fang, and the blade responded to Seraphine’s enhancent, becoming more real, more solid, more deadly than it had been before. The weapon practically humd with power, its reality-cutting properties amplified beyond normal limits.

"Let show you what happens when people fight together," Satou said. Then he moved.

His enhanced speed made his previous movents look sluggish in comparison. He crossed the distance to rc Assault in a blink, Void Fang already swinging. The assassin barely managed to block with their nightmare sword, but this ti the clash was different.

Void Fang didn’t just cut through the nightmare weapon—it erased it. The entire sword simply ceased to exist where the reality-cutting blade touched it. rc Assault stumbled back, shocked, weaponless.

Satou pressed the attack. His strikes ca faster than the assassin could fully track. Each cut from Void Fang carved through rc Assault’s defenses, through their dream-constructs, through the very fabric of the nightmare realm itself.

The assassin tried to create distance, splitting into copies again. Satou used his shadow manipulation—enhanced by Seraphine’s buffs—to create tendrils that grabbed all the copies simultaneously, pulling them back together, forcing rc Assault into a single form.

"Stop running," Satou commanded. "We’re ending this. Now."

rc Assault reford, their shifting features finally settling into sothing definite—a middle-aged person with exhausted eyes that had seen too much, done too much, survived too long in isolation. For the first ti, Satou saw them as a person rather than just a legendary threat.

rc Assault sensed the danger and knew he couldn’t win. His power was split between his physical body and the dream world—if Satou killed him here, he would lose half of his power permanently. Recognizing defeat, he quickly raised his hands, not in attack but in surrender. "I release the dream magic. You’ve won."

The realm began stabilizing, the nightmarish elents fading. The path to waking consciousness appeared—a door of light that hadn’t existed before.

Satou lowered Void Fang slightly but kept it ready. "Just like that? No final attack? No desperate last stand?"

"What would be the point?" rc Assault replied, carefully modulating their voice to sound defeated and weary. "You’ve proven you can defeat even in my own domain. And I’m..." They paused deliberately, as if the words were difficult to say. "I’m tired of killing people. Tired of being alone. Tired of this existence. Maybe losing to you is the excuse I needed to finally stop."

It was a lie. A calculated manipulation. rc Assault continued feeding Satou exactly what he would want to hear—words of redemption, exhaustion, surrender. The kind of psychological bait that worked on targets who had compassion, who wanted to believe in the possibility of change.

Satou decided to play along, to make rc Assault lower their guard completely.

"What will you do now?" Satou asked, his voice carefully neutral.

"Disappear. Retire for real this ti. Find so quiet corner of the world and..." rc Assault trailed off, their performance perfect. "I don’t know. Sothing other than this."

Satou knew what they were saying was all lies. The manipulation was textbook—appeal to compassion, show vulnerability, promise redemption. But he played along, waiting patiently for the perfect mont to strike. His Devouring ability thrumd beneath his consciousness, ready, eager, sensing prey.

rc Assault turned away, his form beginning to fade naturally as they released the dream magic. "Goodbye, Satou. You’re going to change things. I can feel it. The world won’t know what hit it."

Now.

As rc Assault’s form faded, reaching the threshold between dream realm and waking, Satou struck. His Devouring ability activated—not automatically this ti, but deliberately, consciously, with full intent to consu.

A massive black hole erupted from rc Assault’s position, its gravitational pull impossibly strong, reaching across the dream space to latch onto rc Assault’s departing consciousness.

rc Assault’s fading form suddenly convulsed violently. His eyes went wide with shock and absolute horror as they felt sothing pulling at their essence, their power, their very being.

"What—" they started, then scread as the pull intensified. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

He tried to flee, tried to escape into waking, but the black hole’s pull was irresistible. Their dream-form began fragnting against their will, pieces of their essence being ripped away and drawn into the consuming void.

"What are you doing?!" rc Assault shrieked, panic replacing their earlier calculated composure. "Why can’t I get out?! LET GO!"

He struggled desperately, throwing every technique they had left at breaking free. Dream manipulation, reality warping, consciousness severing—nothing worked. The black hole consud everything they threw at it, growing stronger with each failed attempt.

Satou smiled coldly, all pretense of sympathy gone. "Who would believe words coming from a killer?" His voice carried across the collapsing dream realm with absolute finality. "You tried to manipulate one last ti. Bad decision."

"NO! STOP!" rc Assault’s voice was pure terror now. "This is impossible! I am the one in control of this dreamworld ! Not in the dream realm! That’s not how any of this works!"

"Apparently it is," Satou replied calmly, watching as more of rc Assault’s essence was pulled into the void.

The assassin made one final, desperate attempt to tear themselves free—pouring every remaining scrap of power into breaking the connection, willing their consciousness to fragnt and scatter rather than be consud whole.

For a mont, it seed like it might work. Their form began splitting, dividing into pieces too small to hold together.

Then the black hole pulsed once, powerfully, and swallowed everything.

rc Assault scread as they were pulled completely into the consuming darkness. The sound cut off abruptly as they disappeared into the void, their essence being torn apart and absorbed.

Satou felt new abilities flooding into his consciousness:

[Nightmare Resistance (Moderate)][Dream Walking (Minor)][Sleep Resistance (Enhanced)][ntal Invasion Resistance (Moderate)][Consciousness Separation (Locked - Requires Level 100)][Dream Sense (Moderate)] - upgraded from Basic [Psychological Warfare (Advanced)][Dream Realm Navigation (Interdiate)][ntal Fortress (Advanced)]

The dream realm, no longer maintained by its creator, began collapsing. The nightmare chamber dissolved. The twisted landscape faded. Reality reasserted itself with violent finality.

And Satou found himself being pulled toward waking consciousness through the door of light that remained.