My Goblin System : Levelling up with my SSS Class Devouring skill Chapter 489

The sky split. Not taphorically. The dinsional fabric separating mortal realm from other dinsions literally tore open, creating cracks through which alien realities bled through—spaces where different physical laws applied, where ti flowed backwards, where gravity was suggestion rather than force.

And at the epicenter, both Satou and Khar’razoth were launched in opposite directions by force neither could resist.

Satou was thrown five miles, his body tumbling through the air at supersonic speeds, the wind resistance literally tearing scales from his flesh, his bones breaking from acceleration trauma, his organs rupturing from g-forces that would have liquefied normal creatures.

He hit the ground and bounced, the impact creating a crater, then bounced again, then again, each impact breaking more bones, tearing more flesh, accumulating damage faster than even Legendary Regeneration could imdiately process.

He finally stopped after seven bounces, three miles from his starting position, lying in a crater of his own creation, his body a broken ss of shattered scales and torn flesh and fractured bones.

[REGENERATION - LEGENDARY OVERDRIVE]

Healing activated automatically, but this ti it took longer.

Twenty seconds to seal the worst damage.

Forty seconds to rebuild shattered bones.

Sixty seconds to regenerate missing scales.

Cost: 12% Mana (largest single healing expenditure yet)

Khar’razoth had been thrown in the opposite direction, its four-hundred-foot mass launched like a missile, crashing to earth two miles away with impact that registered on seismographs hundreds of miles distant.

For ninety seconds, both combatants lay where they’d fallen, recovering, regenerating, processing what had just occurred.

Then, simultaneously, both began standing.

Satou pulled himself from his crater, blood streaming from dozens of wounds still closing, his body showing damage that would have killed him ten tis over without Overdrive enhancent.

[SATOU STATUS - HOUR EIGHT:]

HP: 6,800/20,000 (significant damage from explosion)Stamina: 22% (approaching critical)Mana: 22% (massive expenditure from hybrid technique regeneration)Ti Remaining (Version Two): ~27 minutes

Three miles away, Khar’razoth rose from its impact crater, its four-hundred-foot form showing unprecedented damage:

They looked at each other across three miles of devastated battlefield.

And sothing passed between them—combatant to combatant, warrior to warrior, being to being.

Not friendship. Not rcy. But acknowledgnt.

Khar’razoth spoke first, its voice carrying genuine respect rather than condescension:

"YOU MATCHED MY ENDLESS HUNGER WITH IMPOSSIBLE STRENGTH AND POWER. YOU CREATED TECHNIQUE THAT SHOULD NOT EXIST TO COUNTER DIVINE POWER THAT HAS CONSUD CIVILIZATIONS.

"I HAVE FOUGHT FOR EONS. HAVE CONSUD COUNTLESS BEINGS. HAVE BATTLED GODS AND DEMONS AND ENTITIES BEYOND NAMING."

"YOU ARE THE FIRST MORTAL—THE FIRST BEING IN MILLENNIA—TO FORCE TO ACKNOWLEDGE NOT JUST YOUR STRENGTH, BUT YOUR CREATIVITY. YOUR TACTICAL GENIUS. YOUR WILLINGNESS TO CREATE IMPOSSIBILITIES TO ACHIEVE VICTORY."

Satou wiped blood from his mouth, his response simple:

"You’re strong. Stronger than anything I’ve ever fought. Stronger than Valentine. Stronger than the Heroes. Maybe stronger than I can actually beat."

His white-blazing eyes locked onto Khar’razoth’s fractured skull:

"But I don’t need to be stronger than you. I just need to be stubborn enough to keep fighting until you can’t regenerate anymore. And I am very stubborn."

The Ancient God’s laugh echoed across the devastation—not mocking, but... amused? Impressed?

"THEN LET US CONTINUE THIS STUBBORNNESS UNTIL ONE OF US FALLS. I WOULD SEE HOW FAR YOUR DETERMINATION CAN CARRY YOU."

They charged at each other again.

What followed was brutal, grinding combat that tested endurance more than skill.

Both combatants had shown their ultimate techniques. Both had proven they could seriously damage the other. Now it ca down to who could outlast who.

Satou employed hit-and-run tactics, using his superior speed and mobility to strike vulnerable points before Khar’razoth could mount effective defense.

[ASSASSINATION ARTS - GRAND MASTER]

He cycled through the 347 unique killing thods absorbed from rc Assault, each technique targeting different vulnerabilities:

Technique #47: Regeneration Point Disruption - Strike the nexus where healing energy concentrated, dispersing power before it could seal wounds.

Technique #93: Structural Weakness Exploitation - Identify micro-fractures in bones, strike them to propagate catastrophic failure.

Technique #156: Energy Flow Interdiction - Sever the taphysical channels carrying power through divine form.

Every thirty seconds, a new technique. Every strike calculated for maximum disruption. Every attack designed not to kill imdiately, but to accumulate damage faster than regeneration could process.

Khar’razoth countered with overwhelming area-denial, making it dangerous for Satou to approach:

[ENTROPY FIELD]

The Ancient God surrounded itself with accelerated decay, creating zones where ti flowed at different rates. Anything entering those zones aged rapidly—Satou’s scales turned brittle and crumbled, his flesh withered, his bones beca fragile.

Each approach cost him regeneration to restore age-damage. Each retreat gave Khar’razoth ti to heal.

Few Hours Later

[SATOU STATUS:]

Stamina: 14% (critical territory)Mana: 15% (approaching exhaustion)Ti Remaining: ~18 minutes

Satou was running out of everything. Stamina dropping toward zero. Mana depleting from constant regeneration. His Version Two ti limit approaching.

He tried desperate asures:

[LIFE DRAIN - ADVANCED]

Attempted to absorb Khar’razoth’s life force during close combat, restore his own reserves by stealing the Ancient God’s power—

Khar’razoth’s divine nature rejected the absorption. Life Drain worked on mortals, worked on demons, worked on most supernatural beings.

Didn’t work on gods. Their existence was too fundantal, too absolute. Trying to drain a god was like trying to drain the ocean with a bucket.

[SOUL SIPHON - PURIFIED]

Tried absorbing ambient death energy from the thousands of humans and settlent defenders who’d been consud during Khar’razoth’s manifestation—

Got maybe 2% mana back. Barely worth the effort. The souls had already been digested by divine hunger, leaving only traces.

Not enough. Need more ti. Need resources I don’t have.

Need... Final Version.

The thought terrified him more than facing Khar’razoth did.

Version Two was already destroying his body. His flesh was constantly deconstructing and reconstructing. His bones had micro-fractures that healing couldn’t fully seal. His organs showed stress damage that accumulated despite regeneration.

Final Version would be worse. Exponentially worse.

Might kill him even if he won. Might leave him permanently damaged. Might consu his existence as fuel and leave nothing but ash.