Aeloria swung her claws, beast blood spraying like a fountain. With the ease of plucking a chick, she snatched up a fire dragon and began devouring it from the head down, gnawing viciously and without care.
The sight was pure nightmare fuel.
The Dragon Knight riding the fire dragon turned his head in horror. The legendary man—Orson—was now less than ten meters away.
Orson tilted his head slightly, voice cold and indifferent. "Your death… is meaningless."
A single Chaos Magic Ball exploded outward.
No flesh, no bones, no trace. Instant kill.
"He's exposed! He's open! Focus fire on him!"
As Aeloria banked midair, a NUK elite spotted what looked like a weakness. Without regard for his own mount slamming into allies, he shouted for an all-out strike on Orson.
Critical Hit - 5,000,000!
Critical Hit - 7,000,000!
An overwhelming barrage of damage slammed into Orson, swallowing him completely.
"He's dead? He's dead! Hahaha! So this is the so-called god-tier mage from the US?"
"Pfft! What a joke. All flash, no substance. What was he even bragging about? Don't let the US priests rez him!"
"That Dragon King mount is mine!"
"I call dibs on his mage gear and all his divine items!"
NUK adventurers exploded in celebration. With nearly twenty million damage output, it was enough to erase any mage—no matter how tanky.
Greed erupted into chaos as they fought over the loot rights.
After all, the world knew—Orgod didn't just mean power. He meant loot. Lots of it.
Hana Snow, the water mage from Kimchi Age Club, laughed scornfully. "That's it? That's the guy you were scared of, Kimchi Blade?"
Kimchi Blade didn't respond. He stared toward the sky, summoning a rare Saint Lord-class vulture with metallic feathers.
"We're getting out of here."
"What did you just say?" Hana Snow blinked.
The rest of their squad looked confused.
Kimchi Blade's face darkened. "I said—we can't beat him. We run. Now!"
While the others hesitated, a black flame ignited high in the sky.
As the smoke cleared, Orson calmly extended a finger. The Death Star spell hovered above a tightly clustered group of war beasts below.
He smiled. "Judgment Flame."
Dragon Curse Transformation!
A blazing eclipse rose into the sky. The NUK players caught in the spell began to float uncontrollably, their bodies sucked toward an abyss of death.
An explosion tore through the heavens, the sky blooming with a terrifying magical lotus.
Fatal Strike - 38,000,000!
Fatal Strike - 40,000,000!
The so-called "elite" NUK forces were obliterated. Their mounts either died outright or screamed in agony as they plummeted like burning wreckage.
"What… what the hell is this damage?! This shouldn't be possible!"
"All our data said his transformation spell came with massive drawbacks! How can his base stats be this insane?!"
The Kimchi Age team stared in disbelief. This was a full battalion of top-tier Dragon Knights, and they'd been annihilated like fodder.
Orson casually dusted off his robe.
"Impressive. Took off quite a bit of my HP."
He shook his head, clearly annoyed by how squishy he still felt.
He looked down at a half-dead Saint Lord-class dragon embedded in the ground.
"Time to recharge. Thanks."
Wind essence spiraled around him as Whisper of the Wind activated. Orson raised his titan arm—attack speed skyrocketing.
Now he struck 24 times per second.
"Vanish. Chaos Magic Ball."
Bloodlust filled his eyes. His staff blurred into afterimages as he began rapid-fire attacks.
Chaos Lifesteal +2,000,000!
Chaos Lifesteal +3,000,000!
A flood of crimson numbers erupted. Orson's HP, which had dropped below half, instantly maxed out.
Less than ten seconds later, the dragon—despite having Body Domination active—was reduced to pulp.
"Are you serious?! A high-tier magic dragon died with Body Dom on?!"
"His lifesteal… it's insane. Just a few seconds and he's back to full?!"
The watching NUK adventurers stood frozen. They had always seen themselves as gods among men—the saviors of humanity.
But now they realized… they were nothing but ants.
Was the US running cheat codes?
The thought crossed every mind.
But in the fusion world, did cheating even matter anymore?
Only one truth remained: Might makes right.
No matter how you became strong, strength was all that mattered.
"You had my daughter killed. You deserve to die!"
Kim Yong-jae was manic, screaming across the battlefield. "Kill him! Tear him apart!"
"The Dragon Knights hurt him! He just got lucky surviving. All units—use your ultimates now!"
Despite their fear, NUK adventurers showed shocking resilience. Hands trembling, hearts racing, they still moved to fight a man who looked like a god.
"He's just a stat monster. Treat him like a Godboss! Follow my lead!"
Hana Snow stepped up, her voice full of authority. She had been humiliated by Orson in the past, but now, she burned with resolve.
Kimchi Blade grimaced, trying to stop her, but was drowned out by the unified war cry of his comrades.
"There's no going back. Live or die—it ends here."
A Demonic Dragon Knight let out a bitter laugh as blood-scented wind whipped past his face.
"If Orgod wants us dead, do you really think he'd spare us even if we ran? Fight!"
The Kimchi Age elites soared into the sky, mounts blazing as they formed a battle formation.
"1st, 3rd, 7th, and 11th Mage Divisions—wind spells, disrupt him!"
"4th, 7th, 10th, and 12th Archer Units—long-range sniping on my mark!"
"Whatever it takes, slow him down!!"
With coordinated commands, NUK troops pulled themselves together, forming a dense formation and concentrating all firepower.
Orson glanced ahead—over a hundred military choppers were now roaring over the ridgeline, locking onto him with guided systems.
Behind them, a swarm of missiles sliced the sky, streaking toward him.
Awakening: Dragon Feather Blades!
Awakening: Turbulent Cyclone!
The NUK Mage Corps launched a massive salvo. Tens of thousands of C- and B-tier wind spells surged upward, forming a vortex of cataclysmic force.
Heartbroken Loli sliced down a NUK knight, her voice trembling. "This… this is even stronger than a Forbidden Curse. They're using tens of thousands of wind spells just to interfere with Orson's casting?!"
"Stop gawking! Move up and jam their casting!"
Wild Gale's roar cut through the chaos.
The Titan Mechs roared as their jetpacks ignited, launching them at full throttle toward NUK's backline.
And this… wasn't even the end.