Chapter 124: Another week
[: 3rd POV :]
Ever since a week had passed since Daniel began his crusade against the Zero Organisation, the world itself seed to tremble under the weight of his actions.
The snowstorms of the Silent Cold had ceased to howl, and the beasts that once ruled the frozen plains now hid in the cracks of reality itself, cowering in fear.
Even the winds that carried whispers of death fell silent wherever he passed.
Yet despite all the destruction, his level had barely moved.
[: Level: 100,005 :]
Only five levels gained in an entire week.
For anyone else, that would have been catastrophic.
For Daniel, it was a testant to how far beyond mortal understanding he had already ascended.
The reason was simple: the higher he climbed, the more impossible the ascent beca.
Even with his Trait: Absolute Being — Endless Potential, the path forward was not sothing re effort could traverse.
The experience required to level up had reached a scale so absurd it defied imagination.
[: Current Exp Requirent: 1,000,000,000,000 :]
One trillion.
Every ti his level rose by even one, the world itself seed to groan under the strain of trying to asure his growth.
And since there were no beings left below the Mythic Rank that could give him even a fraction of that experience, his progress had all but frozen.
The weaker monsters and mortals he annihilated in seconds offered him nothing, not even a sliver of experience could move that endless bar forward.
Still, what numbers could not show was the truth that his power was now beyond all asurent.
[: Status Window :]
Na: Daniel Valenhardt
Age: 16
Rank: Mythic
Level: 100,005
HP: 1,265T
MP: 1,265T
Strength: 253T
Defence: 253T
Mana: 253T
Agility: 253T
SP: 0
That was his raw status, without any amplification from passives, without the multiplication effects from his traits.
This was the foundation upon which his existence stood.
Each number alone could obliterate kingdoms, rewrite the flow of mana, or annihilate a world’s core.
To put it in perspective, a normal SSS Ranker would barely reach a few billion in stats.
Daniel’s numbers surpassed that by several thousand tis. And that was before any of his passives or divine skills ca into play.
It was an overwhelming, absolute difference, one that could not be bridged by effort, talent, or willpower.
He had beco sothing beyond reason.
Even so, Daniel didn’t stop.
For another week, he travelled from one corner of the Human Continent to another, hunting every facility belonging to the Zero Organisation.
Whether they were hidden deep within frozen wastelands, buried beneath mountains, or sealed behind barriers crafted by ancient magic, none of them lasted longer than a second once he arrived.
The mont his shadow touched their walls, they ceased to exist.
[: Void Step :]
[: Essence Reclamation :]
[: Decay of Nothingness :]
[: Elent of Destruction :]
[: Sword of Final Rule :]
Each ti, his enemies vanished without screams, without resistance, without understanding.
Their bodies, souls, and even mories were erased from existence, leaving not even dust behind.
So didn’t even know they had died.
One instant they stood, the next they were gone, their essences devoured, their existences rewritten into Daniel’s growing strength.
Every strike he made carried the weight of his conviction.
Every death was judgnt, every annihilation was cleansing.
To the Zero Organisation, Daniel had beco sothing far more terrifying than death itself.
He was inevitable.
No matter how far they ran, no matter how deep they hid, he found them.
Not through chance, not through luck, but through certainty.
His Eyes of Calamity saw through barriers, illusions, and falsehoods.
His Void Matter pierced every defence ever crafted.
And his Elent of Destruction consud everything down to atoms and thought.
There were no negotiations.
No words.
No rcy.
Even those who begged, those who cried out that they were "just following orders
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