The Absolute: Humanity's Second Chance

He crashed heavily onto the same wall once again, deepening the web-like cracks even more, while sinking his body a meter into it. 'What... the hell?' He thought, as he looked up at the Realm Guardian in shock.

And what he saw, made his face turn completely pale with fright.

"..."

But the Realm Guardian ignored that, as it inhaled a large puff of air, enlarging its chest, while causing it to glow a magma-like red color.

'Oh no, oh hell no... is that... is that a dragon's breath?!' The young man thought, and immediately tried to move himself off the wall, but to no avail. 'Ah, dammit... am I... ak i going to die?'

He joked, as the Realm Guardian released a devastating dragon's breathe upon him. It was white in color, and illuminated the dark Realm a shade of white.

The young man, seeing the ever closing in dragon's breathe, could not help but bitterly smile. 'But, to think about it... I'd take an infinite number of these, than to face Fou's wrath any other day.'

BOOM!!!

The dragon's breathe struck the wall, and resulted into an explosion so grand, it destroyed anything with a thousand miles square distance into dust.

The destruction was way out of hand, as it was not something mere mortals could easily take into mind. Or bare at all.

But the young man, was no mortal. Nor was he just an ordinary demigod. He was an anomaly like a certain somebody.

Coughs could be felt from within the large cloud of smoke and dust, ones not sounding pained at all. Just annoyed, and irritated. And stuffy.

And once the smoke completely cleared away, the young man could be seen waving his hand before his face, to wave off any remnant smoke and dust before him.

His defense values were of course low, and under normal circumstances, would he have died. But under [Hell Flame Physiology (Advanced Unique)], it was increased by a hundred times.

So, unless two of such dragon breaths fell upon him at the same time, he would not instantly die. Unfortunately, where would such a number of dragon breathes come from?

'That was... suffocating.' He commented, looking towards the Realm Guardian with a hint of challenge in his tone. "Is this all that a god is made up of?"

He wondered out loud to himself, but at this moment, a voice drifted from besides him. "Like I said, it is not a dragon. And you should be careful. It's learning while it battles you."

"..."

The young man was first shocked, but then nodded a moment later. "Don't worry, I'll get serious now." He said, his fists blazing out into hellish flames.

With a light kick off the ground, he dashed forward at terrifying speeds. Being enhanced by two hundred fifty times, he was like a blur of red light to anyone watching.

Even the Realm Guardian failed to react in time, and was met with a powerful punch on the chest. A force over a ten million tons smashing onto its chest.

Bang!!

And was sent flying back like a broken kite. The young man was surprised at his strength, and looked down on his fist. 'Was I... this strong?'

His strength was already in the tens of millions, and being enhanced by two hundred and fifty times, made it transcend over a billion tons worth of strength.

But yet even that... still failed to kill the Realm Guardian. It's Myth Epithet decreased damage by ten percent, while the young man's demigod level, was suppressed by a hundred times due to his Realm.

Hence even with the boost to his strength, "It is still worth over twenty million. But how great is the Realm Guardian's defense, if it could still take up to that?"

The young man wondered to himself, yet was not aware of the fact that the Realm Guardian had been obtaining Abilities ever since the battle begun.

And one of them... increased both physical, and magical defense values by fifty times.

Damien watched the battle take place from a far view. He was not strong enough to move on closer to the battle, as he might just mistakenly die from the shockwaves.

But that aside, he was able to view everything even from where he stood. And one thing was for sure; Flint actually had more strength than the Realm Guardian.

Of course, only because it had no Abilities or the likes. Especially physical type Abilities.

"..."

But even then, Flint was amazing, and his stats were still over the top. The moment he became a god, not even another god of the same level would match up to him then.

Damien thought as he watched the battle continue. At this moment, the Realm Guardian had just released a devastating breathe attack that destroyed a thousand mile range.

It was strange, considering the fact that it had no Abilities whatsoever. That was not something pure physical force could manage.

He frowned wnd immediately used his Unique Skill once again, obtaining different information than the ones he obtained a few minutes ago.

"..."

[ Name: No. 0 ]

[ Divine power: – ]

[ Epithet: Realm Administrator(Myth-2) ]

[ Class: Lvl 135 Realm Guardian (Low Divine) ]

[ Sub-Class: None ]

[ Life Essence: 0 ]

[Alignment: Neutral ]

[ Stats: STR - 3 200,0 || AGI - 2 480,0 || END - 4 160,0 || WIS - 2 480,0 || INT - 2 560,0 || AFF - 2 480,0 ]

[ Stat Points: 0 || Ability Points: 540 ]

[ Ultimate Abilities: None ]

[ Unique Abilities(1): Dragon Physiology(1) ]

[ Extra Abilities(2): Dragon Roar(1), Dragon Scale Armor(1) ]

[ Class Abilities(4): Self Transcendence, Divine Beast Authority, Dimensional Lordship(Stalactites), Personal Domain(Realm) ]

[ Equipment: None ]

[ Resources: None ]

Damien immediately saw the difference. The Abilities aside, these guy awakened his Class and obtained the Class Abilities, and Higher stats than before.

Worst of all, it also obtained the acquired Ability Points. If it, by any chance, learned how to use them, would they not be fucked?

"..."

Damien dreaded for Flint, but did nothing but watch. Well, that was his plan, but now, he wanted to warn this guy about the Realm Guardian's potential.

He took out another one of the many artifacts he had, and checked its information using his Unique Skill, [Wisdom Eye].

[ Devil Gown ]

[ Unique. A unique gown made by the Flame Forger, out from the following materials; a superior artifact, a pseudo-unique product, ghost ashes, ... ]

[ This is a gown unique to those who have a heart heartless enough to be considered demons. It allows one's presence to be obscured from prying eyes, and from the Universal Principle of Karma. Not even those prominent in Karma within the 5th League can do anything to you. Devils are unrestrained by Karma, for their purpose was long dictated. Gives resistance to Universal Laws used by low ranked gods by 5% (Increases by 5% per rank up. Increases by 10% per League up till the peak of minor godhood) ]

[ Has the following Unique Abilities; "Devil's Shadow", "Devil King's Armament" and "Beyond Karma" ]

[ An ascendent achievement~ ]

Damien went through its information, and then chose the Unique Ability he was currently looking for; "Devil's Shadow".

[ Devil's Shadow: The shadow of a devil is unforseen. They come and go as they pleased. This Ability allows the user to become the shadow of a devil, and be invincible to any being including minor leveled deities. The cost requires hundreds of millions of Mana to keep active every second ]

He wore the cloak and activated the ability. He knew from the effects that he would only last for ten seconds or so. But that was more than enough.

With that done, he rushed towards the cloud of dust and smoke using his wings, and arrived there in less than three seconds. He found Flint staring with challenge at the Realm Guardian.

"Is this all that a god is made up of?" He wondered, not taking into consideration that he was just a broken character himself.

Damien shook his head helplessly as this fellow was already growing arrogant. He said out of the blue, still invisible under the effects of "Devil's Shadow".

"Like I said, it is not a dragon. And you should be careful. It's learning while it battles you." He warned, making sure not to add too much information.

He still wanted Flint to adapt by himself.

"..."

Flint was first shocked, but then nodded a moment later. "Don't worry, I'll get serious now." He said, his fists blazing out into hellish flames that caused the sorounding temperature to rise.

And with a light kick off the ground, he dashed forward at terrifying speeds. Being enhanced by his Abilities, he was like a blur of red light to Damien.

Damien watched as the invisibility he had was about to end. In the meantime, he rushed deeper into the Realm, towards the one thing that he was dearly looking for.

The Stones of Evolution.

And by the time he reached the first pile, the stealth wore off, as his Mana was decreased to way below a hundred million units of Mana. But he was not worried.

His focus was more on the Stones of Evolution, and what their current purpose could be. Especially for the current him, who literally had no Class as we speak.