paranoianovel Chapter 415 The Great Upgrade is Completed!
Chapter 415 The Great Upgrade is Completed!
Chapter 415 The Great Upgrade is Completed!
The adventure begins!
Under the astonishing pressure of Ota LV.8, Roy's terrifying potential was finally fully activated.
No longer a trickle in the simulation, but a tsunami-like torrent, all of Roy's attributes—strength, durability,
Dexterity, agility—and even those hidden attributes—exponentially and wildly increased.
An unprecedentedly powerful force has emerged!
Ota stared ahead, his keen wildness allowing him to sense Roy's dramatic transformation more clearly than anyone else; a powerful aura that instinctively sent shivers down his spine was rapidly gathering and sublimating.
The powerful aura emanating from Roy, now fully transformed, even transcended the barriers of space.
“Could it be!”
The divine mirrors floating throughout Orario drew countless gazes to Roy, their stunned faces revealing indescribable shock. This young man possessed an ability no weaker than the amplification of Otto's beast form.
At this point, Roy had also reached LV.8!
When they realized this, the entire Orario fell silent. The undeniable truth, seen through the Mirror of God, was clearly imprinted in the pupils of everyone.
"Roy!"
Hermes, Loki, and other gods, though lacking Freya's ability to see into the soul, also sensed something unusual about Roy.
Abilities comparable to the transformation of pigmen into beasts are extremely rare, but not nonexistent. The problem is that such skills and magic require an extremely strong belief to support them.
What are Roy's beliefs?!
Their intense curiosity seemed to transform into a raging inferno, burning their reason to ashes.
From the moment Roy rose to power, the gods watched as this young man climbed step by step to the top and arrived here, their madness no less than Freya's.
Will a miraculous young man ascend the throne? Or will the king of Orario defend his dignity?
In this globally watched war game!
Bang!
Roy slowly raised his large hand, his five fingers slightly clenched, and casually made a fist. The compressed air faintly emitted a soft popping sound. Feeling the powerful force within his body, he was extremely excited.
Previously, when facing the crisis of world destruction, he briefly reached the level of LV.8 in order to use the divine spear "Gungnir", but it ended before he could even get used to it.
Without a sufficient sense of crisis, he cannot reach LV.8 at any time. Compared to Ota's freely activated beast transformation, "adventure" is indeed somewhat inconvenient.
But the boost it provides is far greater than the opponent's!
Ota reached LV.8 by achieving S999 in all four attributes and then transforming into a beast.
Roy still has several attributes hovering at the bottom, but with his past accumulation, his basic stats are now no worse than that dead pig Ota!
On both sides of the battlefield, the smoke and dust had not yet settled.
Roy and Ota were more than a hundred meters apart, with a jagged chasm and ruins between them. They faced each other from afar, their two focused gazes colliding.
scoff!
There was no sound, yet it was as if invisible thunder roared between the two, their pure fighting spirit clashing wildly and scattering countless brilliant sparks.
Roy was surrounded by surging golden lightning, crackling and popping, while the elven holy sword emitted a clear and excited hum, its blade pointing straight ahead.
On Ota's side, after transforming into a beast, a crimson aura, like a boiling sea of blood, burst forth from his swollen body, while a broad, black sword pierced through the middle, radiating a ferocious power that could freeze one's soul.
Unleashing all their abilities without reservation, the two of them reached an unprecedented level of power!
A clash between the fierce and the mad!
Everyone in Orario stared intently at the scene displayed in the Divine Mirror, not daring to miss a single moment.
Ota, usually taciturn and as solid as an ancient rock, remained silent despite sensing the danger emanating from Roy. Only his scarlet beast eyes seemed to burn with a heart-stopping flame.
This is enough to prove his attitude, that he regards the boy in front of him as someone on the same level as himself.
Roy's handsome face was filled with excitement, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a battle-ready smile.
Bang!
The two figures vanished from the spot at the same time.
It's so fast that it surpasses the speed at which human vision can capture it.
If it weren't for the divine power contained within the divine mirror forcibly slowing down the scene, even a LV.7 adventurer would have difficulty seeing the terrifying speed of the two, and would only see two blurry afterimages tearing through the sky.
boom! !
In the next instant, the two figures appeared in the very center of the battlefield as if by magic.
Without any fancy techniques, the Elven Holy Sword and the Tyrant Black Sword were swung simultaneously by the two, carrying earth-shattering pure brute force, and clashed violently.
clang!
The blades clashed, producing an incredibly crisp sound.
The terrifying shockwave transformed into a visible, transparent ring of air, spreading in all directions at a terrifying speed exceeding the speed of sound. Wherever it passed, the remaining rocks and ruins were crushed into powder like sandcastles!
More cracks are spreading menacingly across the earth!
"!!!"
Ota's burly body trembled, and a terrifying force surged from the elven holy sword along its blade. The muscles in his arms, gripping the sword, bulged wildly like an angry dragon, and a violent tearing sensation came from the tiger's mouth.
So strong!
Roy was equally surprised; the recoil from the elven holy sword caused his arm bones to groan softly.
What alarmed him even more was that the force transmitted from the point where the blades clashed did not weaken at all; on the contrary, it surged wildly in this pure contest of strength.
Ota also has the characteristic of becoming stronger the more he fights.
Both of them see each other as targets, or more accurately, as stepping stones to reach their true level 8!
A fierce battle is about to break out.
Burning Heaven + Lingering Light + Overlord's Strike!
Roy flicked his wrist, the elven holy sword slid open, its long blade bursting with crimson flames as he swung it forward, a terrifying slash tearing through the sky, heading straight for Ota!
Ota Beast's eyes flashed with ferocity, and its massive body displayed a ghostly speed that was completely inconsistent with its appearance, narrowly dodging the sharp edge of the sword.
Rumble!
Roy's fiery slash flew out from the side, tearing through the earth and extending for more than ten kilometers.
Its astonishing power reached the upper-level LV.8!
Using the momentum of his spin, Ota stirred up a crimson storm of destruction with his Black Sword, carrying the power to shatter mountains and split seas, and slashed back at Roy.
Roy's figure was like a weightless phantom, flipping over in mid-air at the last second, with Otto's heavy sword blade almost grazing his clothes.
Meanwhile, during the flipping process.
Roy's left palm surged with turbulent golden lightning, slamming it down on Ota's chest.
boom!!
Golden lightning exploded violently, tearing the crimson aura on Ota's chest to shreds. His muscular upper body swayed violently, and his upper body, covered in hideous muscles, was instantly scorched black by the lightning and fire. Foul stench, evil blood and grime mixed with smoke and dust covered his entire body, making him look utterly wretched.
"roar!"
However, Ota actually withstood the lightning strike, twisted his waist and hips, and unleashed a whip kick containing the power to shatter mountains, sweeping across the battlefield with a fierce whistling sound, and fiercely sweeping towards Roy who was still in mid-air!
Using his keen intuition, Roy pressed down on his elbow, which was covered in condensed golden lightning.
boom! !
Elbows and whip kicks—the two, both at LV.8, clashed with terrifying power in the void!
In an instant, the force that erupted froze the air within a radius of several kilometers, spreading wildly outwards through the ground beneath their feet, turning any remaining ruins into dust in its wake!
Click!
At the same instant, a crisp, ear-piercing sound of bones cracking rang out from Roy's left arm and Ota's right calf!
The terrifying backlash was unbearable even for their incredibly strong bodies. The excruciating pain was like a red-hot iron, the ruthless force piercing their nerves, turning their faces deathly pale.
The ferocity in Ota's eyes intensified!
Under the effect of the skill "I am the one who fights", the boiling crimson aura on the pigman's body surges wildly towards the wounds as if it were alive, and the cracked skin repairs itself at a terrifying speed that is visible to the naked eye and defies common sense.
The gushing blood stopped instantly!
The broken bones were roughly straightened and locked! A thick, grotesque layer of dark red scab covered the wound almost in the blink of an eye.
Its effect is no less than drinking several bottles of the best panacea. This is the terrifying effect of Ota's development ability—the super-fast recovery—combined with abnormal resistance, magic defense, toughness, healing power, and spirit healing!
"roar!!"
The intense pain only fueled his ferocity, and Ota let out a roar that ripped through his eardrums.
Ignoring the excruciating pain of his newly healed leg, the pigman unleashed an even greater power from his robust body. The Black Sword surged with boiling crimson waves and once again cleaved down towards Roy with earth-shattering force.
"snort!"
Despite the excruciating pain tearing through his arm bone, Roy held the elven holy sword horizontally before him, brazenly meeting the attack head-on.
Roy also possesses exceptional resistance and a strong body, with physical strength no weaker than Ota's. However, he lacks the ability to develop healing and regeneration skills, and his recovery ability is not as strong.
In the next instant, their figures blurred again. Roy and Ota's movements were so fast that ordinary people could only see a streak of light flashing by.
Sword light, fist shadows, whip kicks—terrifying power of offense and defense intertwines wildly within a small space.
boom! boom! boom!
In a breathtakingly short time, Roy and Ota had exchanged hundreds of blows, with a series of terrifying explosions ringing out continuously, like a resounding bell.
The vast ruins of the city of Osa, an entire island, groaned and trembled violently under the aftershocks of this unparalleled power, like a small boat in a storm.
On the main battlefield.
Hedin, Mia, Lily, and Ryu—even from a great distance, they couldn't help but turn their heads sharply, their eyes wide with horror as they looked toward the other side of the island.
His face was filled with disbelief and shock.
"The Wild Boar Boys are really putting up an amazing fight!" Mia, covered in wounds, exclaimed.
All that could be seen in the sky above the distant battlefield was...
Roy and Ota's terrifying, despair-inducing magic, like a colossal beast awakened from the brink of destruction, unleashed its roar and oppressive power with unbridled fury.
Rumble! Rumble!!
The clear blue sky was torn to shreds, and endless, lead-gray clouds gathered from all directions, covering the entire sky and blotting out the sun.
Countless thick, dragon-like, pale lightning bolts twisted and roared, tearing through the thick clouds with deafening thunder that stretched as far as the eye could see, like a symphony of countless giant drums beating atop the clouds.
Adventurers below level 5 who are unfortunately caught up in it will likely face mortal danger.
"That dead pig will win!"
The elite members of Freya's Familia clenched their fists, their voices hoarse yet resolute—voices born from countless battles fought alongside Otta.
A belief ingrained in one's very bones.
Even high-ranking officials like Hedin and Allen were no exception; they knew Ota's strength best.
"Captain, we won't lose!"
"Lord Roy, you can do it!!"
On the other side, the girls of the Astrea Familia also had unwavering gazes, believing that Roy would definitely win. This trust had been built up over time.
Liu pressed her slender fingers tightly against her violently pounding heart. Through the Synchronization Contract, she vaguely sensed Roy's state. Her clear sky-blue eyes shone with a light more resolute than diamonds.
They even breached the underworld!
Having even defeated the Empress at LV.9, the girls of the Astrea Familia were absolutely convinced that even if Ota reached LV.8, he couldn't stop Roy!
The situation was the same on the main battlefield.
With Haruhime's level advancement, the Astrea Familia, possessing adventurers with three skills at LV.8, became unstoppable, sweeping through Freya Familia's defenses.
Hedin had no choice but to find another way.
Avoiding their sharpest attacks, utilizing their numerical advantage and the rules of war games, they hunted down the enemy's gods, with hundreds of highly skilled adventurers pouncing on them like vicious dogs.
In order to protect their own gods, Ryu, Tione, Lily and others were also running around, and had no spare energy to hunt down the gods of the Freya Alliance.
Both sides entered a prolonged period of deficit.
Inside the Western Prison Temple.
Freya was no longer the graceful and elegant woman she usually was; her stunningly beautiful face, which could have captivated even the gods, now showed an almost desperate urgency.
Ever since she glimpsed Roy's dazzling soul, she has become incredibly restless.
"Ota, defeat him!"
Freya's voice was no longer languid, but sharp and impatient. Despite the vast distance and the chaotic battlefield, and even though she hadn't heard Ota's voice, she still urged him again and again.
The members of Freya's kinship responsible for protecting her had never seen their goddess so excited.
Freya was determined to get Roy!
Freya no longer held any of her former contempt. Her rampant possessiveness was driving her almost insane. For the next tens of thousands of years, or even until the extinction of the human race, it was unlikely that another "Roy" would ever appear.
That was simply a miracle of the world!
A trace of regret seemed to transform into a continuous stream, raging wildly in Freya's heart, her sharp nails digging into her delicate palms.
If he hadn't caused trouble for Roy back then, that boy's pure soul brilliance might have belonged to her long ago, instead of standing on the opposite side.
Everything will be completely different!
This thought was like a venomous snake biting Freya.
At this moment, Freya couldn't help but empathize with Loki's missed opportunity to win Roy's heart. Every time they met at the Divine Assembly, they were mercilessly mocked by the gods. That suffocating feeling of helplessness was something she could only lament.
Freya is Freya after all!
The goddess's pride and possessiveness quickly suppressed that rare hint of regret; her logic was always to examine others first, then reflect on herself. Her brows furrowed sharply, the annoyance in her silver-purple eyes solidified into piercing anger, her snow-white teeth clenched, and intense rage overflowed from her full lips.
An eerie mist shrouds Roy's soul!
What the hell is that thing?
Freya was furious. It was all that mysterious power's fault that she had misjudged Roy's worth and Woolly's worth. It was all its fault! On the goddess's stunningly beautiful face, which could eclipse all other beauty, a charming and aggrieved expression appeared, like that of a young girl.
Meanwhile, the battle intensified.
Ota couldn't hear Freya's urging, but based on years of companionship and tacit understanding, he could probably guess the goddess's feelings after Roy reached LV.8.
Ota's attacks grew increasingly fierce. As he wielded the Black Sword, it carried a powerful, dark wind. Every part of his body transformed into a primal weapon: fists, feet, elbows, and knees—his attacks were like a relentless storm, determined to devour Roydi.
Roy's figure was like an unmoving rock. In the face of Ota's fierce attack, Roy skillfully dodged or used the elven holy sword to block and deflect the force.
Both of them were covered in countless wounds.
These are the medals of this brutal battle, but even more shocking is the land beneath their feet!
The area within a radius of several kilometers has been transformed into a terrifying wasteland. The hard rocky ground has been repeatedly shaped by terrifying forces, and is filled with crisscrossing, bottomless, huge rift valleys. As far as the eye can see, there is only destruction, shattering, and deathly silence.
The deadly battle will eventually come to an end!
A faint, crimson aura emanated from the wounds on Roy's body, like countless red venomous snakes coiling around the gleaming blade of the elven holy sword, exuding a suffocatingly violent aura.
Those who watched the great battle through the divine mirror felt a sudden jolt in their hearts.
That's Roy's skill!
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—this technique returns the damage inflicted upon you by your enemies many times over. Theoretically, depending on Roy's emotions, its power has no upper limit!
This powerful and ferocious aura of Fiendishness caused Ota's scarlet beastly eyes to narrow slightly.
It gave him a vague sense of familiarity.
There was no logic, no solid evidence, just a beastly intuition deeply ingrained in his veins, forged through countless deadly battles!
A figure long forgotten in Ota's memory suddenly overlapped with Roy before him!
"So it was you—"
A deep voice came from Ota's mouth.
Upon hearing this, Roy's handsome lips curled into a wild and dangerous smile. He pointed his elven holy sword at his opponent, the crimson light swirling rapidly around it. "Ota, I will hand you another defeat!"
This brief and obscure conversation was understood by only the two individuals and a very few others.
The Tower of Babel has three levels.
Loki and Hermes, with their keen observation skills, listened to this conversation thoughtfully. Suddenly, they seemed to understand something, and their expressions froze instantly, replaced by shock and sudden realization.
An event that happened several years ago —
On Daedalus Street, on that dark and chaotic night, a level 7 berserker suddenly appeared, crushing Freya's Familia and even defeating Otto!
That berserker was none other than Roy standing before us!
At that time, Ota had not yet reached the peak of LV.7, and he was defeated in a head-on confrontation.
"hiss!"
Loki and Hermes took a deep breath; they were about to launch themselves. Back then, Roy was only LV.3, so how did the other party manage to do that?
"That brat!" Loki's eyes were filled with resentment. It was now confirmed that Roy was the one who exposed Freya's disguise—"Silva Frova." When she accepted Freya's job, she went to test her, and Roy used some method to make her inadvertently discover the lie.
As the "God of Clowns," she's always the one playing others, but she herself was played by Roy once, and now she's tainted and can't get married, waaaaah—
Ultimately, it was her carelessness that led to this.
I never expected the children from the lower realm to be so cunning!
Once again facing the omnipotent "an eye for an eye," Otto astutely realized this, and fate had come full circle; this ultimate showdown was an extension of that battle.
"I won't lose!"
Ota said in a deep voice, "Silver Moon's benevolent merchant, golden plains, please command me to be the fierce boar that fights—"
Roy fell silent, his mind completely focused on recalling the past. His emotions surged, increasing the payback multiplier to three times.
Five times — eight —
A blood debt will be repaid tenfold!
As Roy opened his eyes, an extremely sharp glint flashed deep within them. The elven holy sword, carrying a surging torrent of evil energy, slashed out fiercely. A crimson sword beam, devouring light, resembled the bared fangs of a giant abyss beast, tearing through the sky and heading straight for Ota.
And Ota's magic was completed at this moment.
Hildes Veni!
Ota let out a beastly roar, and the Black Sword of Tyrant shone with an incomparably fierce and dazzling golden light. He held the sword with both hands and slashed forward fiercely. A magnificent slash, as condensed as a golden pillar, carrying the will to crush all things, cleaved head-on into the torrent of color!
The two, having reached LV.8, unleashed their full power with no reservations, a final, triumphant attack that was their pinnacle of skill!
boom!!
Two earth-shattering sword beams tore through space, instantly clashing fiercely in the battlefield.
Its power has reached the level of LV.9!
The terrifying surge of energy transformed into a golden-red pillar of light, soaring into the sky and tearing a crack across the heavens from the thick leaden clouds. The earth shattered violently, creating a terrifying scene reminiscent of the apocalypse.
The adventurers and the common people who saw it through the divine mirror were all deeply shocked by its earth-shattering power, and were left with only primal fear and a sense of insignificance.
The destructive radiance faded away.
Click!
As expected, the elven holy sword was stuck diagonally in the ground, its blade covered with terrifying spiderweb-like cracks, its brilliance dimmed like a candle flickering in the wind.
The Black Sword was cleaved in two, leaving a shockingly large gash. The Demonic Flame of the Colored Blade was extinguished, leaving it like scrap metal, severely damaged!
Both of the legendary-grade Warfu, which possessed the "indestructible" attribute, were damaged as a result, let alone Roy and Ota.
Bang! Bang!
Two broken, jagged figures, accompanied by a mournful howl, shot out from the center of the explosion and crashed heavily onto the scorched earth in the distance!
Roy's sternum was visibly collapsed, and foam mixed with fragments of internal organs kept gushing from his mouth and nose; Ota's entire body was charred black, his muscles rolled up and bones exposed, a truly pitiful sight.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!"
However, losing their weapons did not stop their fight, and the two figures charged at each other simultaneously.
With trembling, mud-covered arms, enduring the agonizing pain, they stubbornly supported their bodies inch by inch, dragging their deeply etched wounds, step by step—stumbling yet determined—moving towards each other.
Every breath was accompanied by blood and foam, every step made his bones groan, but the fighting spirit engraved deep in his soul burned ever more fiercely.
Ota is not Allen; he has no inner conflicts. Everything he does exists for Freya, and his powerful will is as solid as an iron fortress.
Roy's conviction was as firm as a rock.
The terrifying perseverance of the two men, pushing their limits, sent chills down the spines of all witnesses!
"drink!!
Their physical and mental strength were nearly exhausted. Like ferocious beasts, they roared and charged at each other, fists and elbows striking...
Knees, headbutts—slamming down hard, every inch of the body becoming a weapon.
No more coincidences! No more magic!
Only the most primitive, savage, and bloodthirsty close-quarters blind combat, with its clashing fists, muffled splashes, and the cracking of bones, can truly evoke such a spectacle.
A suppressed roar of pain exploded.
Roy and Ota pushed their bodies to the limit, tearing, twisting, and rolling in the scorching ashes, pushing this epic battle to an unprecedented level of brutality.
"For Lady Freya!!" On Ota's hideous face, covered with scorch marks and scabs, was a mad obsession that burned everything for his faith.
Roy pursed his lips, silently saying, "I also have something I want to protect!"
Neither side will back down an inch!
Their bodies, on the verge of collapse, swam toward each other again, their movements heartbreakingly slow, their fists weakly thrown, their steps unsteady, as if they were about to fall, much like two old men, their life hanging by a thread, having their final showdown.
The city fell into a deathly silence!
No one laughed; everyone watching unconsciously held their breath as the light focused on the two swaying figures.
The two of them stubbornly persisted for another half hour.
Two figures, already beyond their physical limits, were experiencing violent spasms in every inch of their bodies, and every bone was emitting a miserable wail.
Endless fatigue, like a cold current from the deep sea, relentlessly devoured their remaining consciousness. Their eyelids felt as heavy as if they were weighed down by ten thousand pounds of lead, trying to close and drag them into eternal darkness.
What supported those two broken bodies was no longer the strength or remnants of Muscle High's magic.
It is pure will and belief!
Realizing that she had inadvertently broken Roy's will, it was finally Ota who began to waver first.
"Can you give that sir a satisfactory answer?" Ota's chapped lips twitched slightly.
Roy replied, "No!"
Ota gritted his teeth, determined to continue fighting until Roy's voice rang out again.
Roy whispered, "But without that answer, she'll never move forward!"
Ota slowed down.
Roy's answer was like an indestructible spear, piercing straight through Ota's hard shell.
He understood what Roy meant.
Roy couldn't give Freya a satisfactory answer. Perhaps his answer wasn't the best, but without it, Freya would stagnate.
They don't have time to wait for the next "Roy".
"I see!"
Ota's taut, steel-like cheek muscles relaxed slightly, and a hint of indescribable relief flashed in his beastly eyes, which were filled with obsession and madness.
In the instant that Ota's mind went blank!
Roy seized the opportunity, squeezing out the last bit of strength from his body. His arm muscles tensed, and he slammed out, his fist landing heavily on Ota's face.
boom! !
This punch, though perhaps less than one ten-thousandth of Roy's peak power, was too much for Ota, whose faith had wavered, to block.
The pig-man was blasted away by a punch, his legs leaving the ground. His mountain-like body landed several meters away and crashed into the earth, creating a human-shaped crater in the scorching soil and kicking up a cloud of choking dust.
Ota's lifeless eyes gazed at the sky, his entire body utterly drained of strength, unable to hold on any longer.
"The Mighty" - Otto is defeated!
Roy knelt on the ground, panting, as a panel that only he could see popped up in front of him.
[Great achievement completed, ready to upgrade to LV.8!]