A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A AA A A AA A A A A AA A A A A A A A AA A A AA A A AA A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A AA A A A A A A A A A

A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A AA A A AA A A A A AA A A A A A A A AA A A AA A A AA A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A AA A A A A A A A A A

A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A AA A A AA A A A A AA A A A A A A A AA A A AA A A AA A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A AA A A A A A A A A A

A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A AA A A AA A A A A AA A A A A A A A AA A A AA A A AA A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A AA A A A A A A A A A

Rooooooaaarrrr...

The surviving soldiers and fighters all stumbled backward, eyes wide as they stared up at Aron, standing atop a floating water board high in the sky, his hair whipping wildly in the wind like some unhinged elemental deity.

Confusion flickered across their faces as they tried to reconcile the impossible sight before them: the same "pathetic human" they'd dismissed moments ago now radiating enough power to make the air itself tremble.

And they didn't need anyone to explain why the Zulcans were currently rolling on the ground, screaming in agony.

That much was painfully obvious.

Aron wasn't one to hide his power like those cryptic heroes in movies and manga.

Why would he? That kind of posturing only slowed down progress, and Aron was a man of results.

He knew from experience that people respected strength, and judging by the horrified, awe-struck stares aimed his way, everyone here was finally getting the memo.

They also kept calling him "human," as if it were some kind of insult.

From the way their bodies had bulked up, muscles doubled, veins glowing faintly with mana, it was clear they weren't entirely human as he'd thought.

One thing was certain thou: there were humans in this world, and it didn't seem they were exactly treated with high regard around here.

Still, the surviving guards and onlookers obeyed his commands without question.

The dense mana pouring from Aron's body felt bottomless, like a living storm.

Even the "ugly boy," the one who had mocked him earlier, could only drag himself with a conflicted expression plastered on his face.

Aron didn't spare him a glance.

His attention was fixed on the Zulcans writhing across the battlefield, clutching their rears in agony.

A chill ran down his spine.

Instinctively, he tightened his own butt cheeks.

Right... they'd covered their vital organs with mana shields, he mused grimly.

(But did they think I'd stop there?)

Naturally, Aron did what any "normal" person would do: he manipulated the water to enter their bodies... through the only unprotected opening left.

Yes. That one.

The results were immediate.

"ROOOOOOOOAAAR!!!"

Hundreds, no, thousands, of Zulcans howled in pain, even those hidden deep within the forest.

The battlefield became a chorus of tortured screams as the water tore through their insides insides mercilessly.

Yet, despite their suffering, they still didn't die.

Aron wasn't the list surprised.

He had already anticipated that.

He sighed and glanced down at the carriage he'd arrived in.

It wasn't just a transport, it carried a small arsenal of weapons.

He clasped his hands behind his back, maintaining his serene, godlike pose in midair.

Sling... sling... sling...

The weapons floated up one by one, each blade coated in a thin film of shimmering water.

They spiraled behind him in perfect formation, orbiting his body like satellites around a divine star.

Gasps rippled through the survivors below.

Some covered their mouths in disbelief.

Others stared at him with open reverence.

Shing... shing... shing...

The weapons shot downward, embedding themselves neatly into the ground, points aimed skyward.

Using the water inside the Zulcans' bodies, Aron raised his hand, and suddenly, the entire enemy army began to levitate.

Thousands of writhing bodies soared upward, blotting out the sun as their screams echoed across the plains.

They clawed at their bellies, their throats, their skin, but nothing helped.

The agony was too much.

And through it all, Aron remained motionless in the sky, expression calm, eyes indifferent.

Down below, every trace of disdain vanished from the spectators faces.

They trembled, then slowly dropped to their knees, bowing until their foreheads touched the dirt.

In their eyes, Aron was no longer human.

He was a god.

Aron raised one hand, then let it fall.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The floating Zulcans plummeted.

[Zulcan (Foundation Establishment) killed, +1000 EXP]

[Zulcan (Foundation Establishment) killed, +1000 EXP]

[Zulcan (Foundation Establishment) killed, +1000 EXP]

...

..

.

The sound of notifications echoed endlessly in his mind.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.