Leveling Endlessly with the Strongest System

Although Voss was hovering above them, Damien didn't look worried. He was as casual as ever, standing beneath the moon. His lips curled up, adding a hint of mockery to his otherwise indifferent face.

"You don't need to fight him," Damien said to Roy while staring at Voss. "I have seen many fools, but this one top the charts. He is the first one to court death so loudly."

Roy and the people around him were baffled by his words. Voss was a strong foe.

Even Roy, with his lord-rank physique, didn't have any confidence about defeating him.

'At best, I can buy time for them to escape. But why is Damien so confident? Is he stronger than Voss?'

Roy was startled by his own guess.

If his cousin was stronger than Voss's third avatar, it would make him one of the strongest in this world, no?

That in itself was very horrifying, considering Damien's age. He was only in his twenties.

Voss's third avatar might not have any ears, but his hearing was quite sharp, and he also has a sixth sense, different than Roy's in the sense that it allowed him to sense everyone within a certain radius of him. It didn't allow him to sense danger, but it allowed him to gauge a person's power level.

He picked up what Damien said and snickered, "I have sensed my surroundings, and I don't see anyone with the strength to face me."

Voss's many eyes turned to Damien, dropping immense pressure on him.

Damien's feet sunk into the ground, and it shattered, spider cobwebs-like crack spreading from below him all the way to the cliff.

Even though the pressure acting on him was so immense that its mere radiation immobilized the people around him, it failed to bend his knees or budge him a single inch.

That shocked Voss to no end. "Has my senses betrayed me? That should have brought a grandmaster like him to his knees!"

Then, he heard Damien's mocking voice.

"You must be getting old. Your senses and eyes have already gone bad. And here I thought you were something great." Damien clicked his tongue at Voss. The latter made a grand entrance, only to disappoint him. "It's not just me who's your match but also him," Damien said to Voss as he pointed in a certain direction.

Voss looked in the direction which was being pointed at by Damien and saw a person standing behind the window of the mansion.

"You are too loud."

The window opened, and a fierce gale surged out. Colorless and undetectable it was. But Voss and Roy could sense it thanks to their sixth sense. As for the rest, they only saw the fabric of reality tearing up, and the tears in space extended to Voss, forcing him to act like a coward and make a run for it.

"This isn't something I can take head-on. I need to evade it."

He vanished from his spot, reappearing hundreds of meters away.

If he hadn't teleported 700 meters away from his previous spot, he would have been shredded into pieces by the tears in the space.

"You woke me up with all that nonsense and made me cringe hard!" Arlo jumped out of the window and hovered meters above ground, giving off no sign of imbalance. It's like he was standing on a finely paved street and not in thin air. "How are you going to compensate me?!"

Arlo spoke to him like a ruffian, a language Voss was quite familiar with. He was once like that to others before he became a king. After establishing his lawless kingdom in uncharted lands hundreds of years ago, he began treating others differently in a bad sense. He killed whoever offended him and took whatever caught his interest by force. But his tyranny came to an end at the hands of the most unlikely person. A beggar he disdained to even kill ruined his life and glorious legacy, reducing him to a slave.

"Insolent Mongrel, do you know who you are talking to?" Voss's eyes narrowed at Arlo. One could see milky white light filling them up, and those specks of light might look holy and pure, but Roy knew they were anything but that.

Arlo flew up and glared at the evil god's avatar, saying with a serious face, "A dumb fuck of an outsider?"

With those words, he angered Voss into attacking him.

"You called me what?!"

In a split second, countless beams of light shot out of Voss's hundreds of pairs of eyes. Each of them scorched the air, heating it up and brightening the night as they moved towards Arlo.

"My son's right." They were closing in on him from all four directions, but he wasn't worried and even found the time to make a remark about Voss, "You are a fool."

Arlo raised his hand, and then a miracle happened.

Roy, the Female Sirens, and the other onlookers saw something that widened their eyes.

All the beams came to a halt as if their time had frozen.

"Return it to you."

While speaking, Arlo waves his hand, and all the beams shoot back towards Voss with triple the speed. He was caught off guard, and his teleportation skill was on a two-second cooldown. He was struck by most of them. The beams chopped his tentacles and drilled many holes in his body.

『Ding! Voss's third avatar, the Thousand eyes giant, has lost 10k HP』

『He has 90k HP left』

『He sacrificed 5k HP to recover from his injuries』

『He has 85k HP left』

The system's notification rang in Roy's mind.

'It can even do this? Good for me.'

Roy thought before he refocused his attention on Voss and saw a twisted look on his face.

"Voss looks horrified!" Sandra said, "Is it my imagination?"

"No, it isn't." Damien calmly stated.

"Formless Dragon Claw?!" Voss's eyes widened to the size of saucers, seeing how Arlo had stopped an attack capable of annihilating the entire Ashen Mountain and then sent it back to its source with mere waves of the wave.

He looked at Arlo in shock. Only one being could use this technique. It was said to be his invention.

"You are... Yulran?!!!"