I created my own system

Chapter 414: Povs

Amongst the darkness.

The creature lunged through the smoke.

This time—

I moved.

Our clash distorted the entire chamber instantly.

My fist collided against its claws.

BOOOOOOM!

The shockwave vaporized everything nearby.

And strength was getting stronger than before.

The Chimera was launched backward again, smashing through multiple palace walls before stabilizing itself midair using black wings formed from corrupted flesh.

I flexed my fingers slightly.

My physical strength alone now exceeded most weapons.

"...This is absurd."

[Your body is adapting rapidly to the Transcendent Rank.]

Jeremiah sounded unusually interested.

The Chimera opened its jaws.

A massive sphere of corrupted energy condensed instantly.

Then fired.

A beam large enough to erase the entire palace surged toward me.

I raised one hand lazily.

The beam stopped.

Not blocked.

Stopped.

The attack trembled violently against an invisible force before collapsing inward.

The Chimera froze.

I smiled faintly.

"Return it."

Mirror Thousandfold activated.

The compressed beam exploded backward.

The Chimera barely managed to cross its arms before the attack consumed it entirely.

BOOOOOOOOM!

The palace shook violently.

The entire upper structure collapsed.

Outside—

the battlefield across the capital had already descended into complete chaos.

Alicia's POV

I will not say it.

It was all a fever.

Yes it is.

I couldn't help but clasp my face tightly.

This damn idiot.

I know he was helping me, but did we really need to be in that kind of position?

I buried my face deeper into my fingers.

Despite the continuous barrage of enemy attacks, my thoughts remained occupied by something completely different.

The heat around me intensified alongside the sudden blackness.

Apollo retreated to guard me.

I couldn't help but shake my head.

It seemed he was worried I might get affected by the dark matter again.

Actually, after recovering from that invading energy, it no longer posed any real threat to me.

I was simply caught off guard earlier, which resulted in... that entire mess happening.

And unfortunately—

remembering that moment only made my face grow hotter.

At times like this, the best solution was obvious.

Retreat.

The moment Apollo fully engaged the Chimera—

I moved.

There was no point staying behind.

Not when there were still countless places that needed help.

Not when the battlefield outside was worsening by the second.

Repeating those reasons in my head, I didn't hesitate to leave.

{Apollo}

I contacted him telepathically.

{I will leave and help the others.}

{Sure. Be careful.}

I don't know why, but his reply sounded strangely gentle inside my mind.

Shaking my head quickly, I decided to stop thinking about it and simply kept moving.

Flames erupted behind me as I shot through the collapsing palace halls and burst into the open skies above the capital.

The moment I arrived—

a Pillar was already attempting to crush Abraham beneath a collapsing distortion of space.

I flicked my fingers instantly.

Black flames devoured the spell before it could fully activate.

The distorted space cracked apart like glass before dissolving into embers.

Abraham glanced toward me briefly, icy wind swirling around his bow.

"...You are late, my lady."

"Well, you looked fine to me."

He snorted before releasing another arrow.

The frozen projectile pierced directly through a Pillar's shoulder, instantly locking its entire arm in solid ice.

"How is Aug?"

He was referring to the Emperor Augustus.

The small trace of mischief on my face disappeared, replaced by a more serious expression.

"Still dealing with Lorenzo."

I replied without worry.

Excalibur alone was already sufficient.

He could handle it.

Another wave of soldiers mixed together with chimeras surged toward us through the ruined streets below.

I merely waved my hand.

Black flames descended instantly.

Screams echoed across the battlefield as entire groups vanished beneath the burning tide.

Harald immediately followed after me.

His sacred axe descended like a falling meteor.

BOOOOOOM!

The roaring impact slammed into our ears hard enough to shake the surrounding district.

Another Pillar crashed into the ground with enough force to split several buildings apart.

Stone and debris rained across the capital.

Yet even then—

the enemy survived.

"Damn monsters," Harald muttered.

His breathing was growing heavier now.

Even the sacred weapon in his hands seemed to become heavier with every swing.

A growing fatigue with an endless horde of enemies is weighing in now.

Still he looked calm as if he hadn't fight seriously yet.

The skies above the capital no longer resembled a battlefield.

It looked like the world itself was ending.

Lightning storms clashed against frozen fields suspended in midair.

Explosions and sacred flames consumed entire clouds.

Reality distorted repeatedly beneath the violent collisions of spells and techniques.

The air smelled of ash, blood, and scorched mana.

Even the heavens themselves seemed unstable.

And in the center of it all—

Helios stood calmly with the sacred staff in hand.

Every spell approaching him vanished instantly beneath Domination.

Even high-level magic crumbled before reaching him.

Gilgamesh suddenly appeared beside me through a spatial distortion.

"You are here."

"You guys were struggling. Someone had to help."

The Southern Duke merely smiled.

"Good enough."

A spear formed from compressed mana shot toward us instantly.

Gilgamesh shattered it with one swing before disappearing once more.

Another Pillar descended from above.

This one carried enough pressure to distort gravity itself.

The air bent unnaturally around its body while entire streets below collapsed beneath its mere presence.

Then suddenly—

space behind the enemy tore open.

A spear erupted from within the distortion.

SCHKKKK!

Gilgamesh pierced directly through the Pillar's torso.

At the exact same moment—

Abraham's arrow froze its core.

Then Harald's axe split the rest apart.

Another Pillar died.

Another life dissolved into the battlefield.

And far below—

I suddenly felt Apollo.

"...It's happening again."

I noticed it the very first time I saw him grow stronger during battle.

For some unknown reason—

Apollo became stronger whenever someone died.

I never pried too deeply into it because I couldn't determine whether it was truly dangerous.

And so, even until now, I still viewed his power as something dark.

Something terrifying.

Yet strangely—

I also understood him because of it.

I couldn't reveal myself fully.

And neither could he.

The pressure leaking from the palace suddenly intensified.

The surrounding mana trembled violently.

Then—

something else happened.

A pulse.

A familiar pulse.

Gilgamesh suddenly looked downward.

"...Heli, is that you?"

Helios frowned immediately.

"Idiot. I'm right here. How could I be there?"

Gil scratched the back of his head awkwardly while motioning peace toward him.

I couldn't help but look toward the direction they were staring at.

Far away from the battlefield—

another power had appeared.

Something familiar.

Something sacred.

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Eros' POV

The city was slowly regaining its light.

The enemies had been defeated.

The injured soldiers were gradually receiving treatment.

Everything was finally turning for the better.

My body rested against the watchtower railing as I observed the city from above.

I wanted to hear the people again.

Their relief.

Their laughter.

Proof that they had survived.

As I closed my eyes—

my body suddenly tensed violently.

Every muscle contracted at once, forcing a gasp from my throat.

"What is going on...?"

My pupils dilated instinctively while my body desperately searched for answers.

Then—

the replica staff in my hand began vibrating violently.

Golden light pulsed from its core.

The pressure crushing my chest vanished instantly, replaced by something else.

Understanding.

No—

guidance.

"You're trying to tell me something again..."

The golden core pulsed repeatedly while the surrounding mana spiraled out of control.

The whispers became louder.

Clearer.

Yet I still couldn't understand a single word.

It sounded ancient.

Like echoes from another era.

"What the hell—"

Before I could finish—

the world twisted.

Space folded around me instantly.

My vision distorted violently as if reality itself had been ripped apart.

Then—

BOOOOM!

The sound slammed into my ears like a war drum.

Before I could react—

I landed directly in the middle of a battlefield.

My senses were immediately overwhelmed.

Smoke.

Blood.

Collapsed buildings.

Burning corpses.

The metallic scent of death filled the air.

And above me—

a sky drowning in flames and crimson light.

"...Where am I?"

Confusion struck me instantly.

My gaze wandered toward a barrier being bombarded continuously in the distance.

Strangely—

it only protected one specific section of the city.

Then realization struck me.

"Wait..."

This—

This place...

The Imperial Capital.

My eyes widened.

"...What happened here?"

Screams echoed throughout the ruined streets while soldiers desperately fought invading forces.

I had been thrown into a battlefield without explanation.

Without warning.

Then—

I felt it.

A familiar presence.

I immediately turned.

A group of Aileenian soldiers stood nearby.

And in front of them—

Emilia.

Her silver hair fluttered amidst the destruction while blood stained portions of her armor.

The moment our eyes met—

everything froze.

Shock immediately crossed her face.

"Eros...?"

My grip around the replica staff tightened instinctively.

"...Emilia."

The soldiers around her immediately raised their weapons.

"Princess!"

"Step back!"

Mana surged violently throughout the ruined street.

But neither of us moved.

Because for one brief moment—

the battlefield disappeared.

And only silence remained between us.