Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

In the early morning in Delia, the air was filled with the stench of the Yokogawa River.

Ian walked down the hillside, with the quack perched on his shoulder, its black feathers reflecting iridescent colors in the sunlight.

The little guy's small eyes scanned the area ahead. "Ian, they don't seem to be planning to give way."

"Since you're courting death, don't blame me." Ian continued walking towards the palace without stopping.

Outside the camp at the foot of the mountain, soldiers had already surrounded the area, a dense, dark mass of at least a thousand men.

Wearing a khaki military uniform, holding an automatic rifle, his eyes were tense and wary.

They received orders last night to stop this person at all costs.

"Halt!" A man who looked like a military officer stepped forward.

"Mr. Yin, the King has ordered that you...please return to the camp to rest first."

Ian didn't even bother to look at him, and continued walking forward at a leisurely pace, as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard.

"You..." The officer's face flushed red, and malice surged up instantly.

He now has thousands of elite troops and powerful weapons. If I kill him, wouldn't I have completed my mission ahead of schedule?

"Fire!" the officer roared, his voice filled with ruthlessness.

Da da da da!!

Gunshots rang out, and bullets rained down like a storm.

But all the bullets stopped abruptly two kilometers from Ian, as if they had crashed into an invisible wall.

Then it begins to deform, twist, and compress, from the bullet to the cartridge case, from the copper sheet to the gunpowder.

All matter was forcibly crushed and compressed in the terrifying gravitational field.

Finally, it turned into tiny particles of metal powder and fell down.

The soldiers' pupils contracted, their fingers still on the triggers, but their bodies were frozen.

They saw that the bodies of their comrades who were at the forefront began to "collapse".

It felt like being gripped by an invisible hand, from the outside in, skin, muscles, bones, internal organs... layer by layer, being squeezed, crushed, and merged.

puff!puff!puff!

Clusters of blood mist exploded in the air.

There were no screams, no struggles, because there wasn't even time to scream.

Within the gravitational field's range, all life is instantly compressed into the most basic particles.

A blood mist filled the air, turning the morning sunlight a pale red, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

Gaga covered her nose with her little wings, saying, "Their blood smells terrible."

Ian didn't speak, and continued walking forward, with soldiers falling like wheat being harvested wherever he went.

No, it couldn't even fall down; it exploded directly into a bloody mist and merged into the dust.

A hundred miles away, in the capital city of Dria, a piercing alarm blared, shattering the tranquility of the early morning.

Waaah...waaah...waaah...

Soon, large black dots appeared in the sky, densely packed.

The troops guarding Drya reacted and began to retaliate with missiles.

Countless missiles, trailing long plumes of flame, rose from every corner and flew toward Ian's location.

It moved at incredible speed, tearing through the air and emitting a piercing shriek.

But all the missiles exploded simultaneously at an altitude of two thousand meters from Ian.

Like the previous bullets, it was as if it had hit an invisible wall, and the bullet body deformed, shattered, and detonated in an instant.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of explosions rang out in the air, flames shot into the sky, thick smoke billowed, and shockwaves spread out like ripples.

But all the aftershocks of the explosion were firmly contained two kilometers away, and not even a wisp of heat reached Ian.

He looked up at the fireworks in the sky, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"A futile struggle."

Royal Palace, Banquet Hall.

King Samite sat on his throne, holding a glass of red wine, which he gently swirled in his hand.

In front of him, a huge screen was displaying live footage of the area outside the city.

Blood mist, explosions, vanished soldiers... and that blurry figure strolling leisurely.

"How dare he..." Summit muttered to himself, his voice trembling.

"How dare he slaughter my people on Indian soil!"

Bang! He slammed the wine glass to the ground, shards of glass flying everywhere, red wine flowing like blood.

"Bascala! Aditia! Saumia!"

He screamed, his eyes filled with hysterical madness, "Kill him! Kill him!!!"

The three legends stood before him, their faces solemn.

Bascarra clasped his hands together, his eyes flashing with golden light, while Aditia's muscles bulged and flame patterns appeared on his skin.

A cold glint flashed in Shomia's narrow eyes.

"Your Majesty..." Bascara began, his voice strained, "His strength indeed far exceeds our expectations."

"Forecast? I don't care about any forecast!" Summit turned around abruptly and pointed at the screen.

"You three are the guardians of India! You are great legends! The entire nation supports you."

"Right now, someone is slaughtering our people within Indian territory! Instead of stopping them, you utter such shameful words?!"

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging anger.

"As king, I command you to kill him outside the city of Deria at all costs."

Even if... we have to resort to the final measures.

The three legends exchanged a glance, a hint of determination flashing in their eyes.

If they resort to their ultimate means, they are not without a chance to kill their opponent, as long as they seize the opportunity and stall for a moment...

"Yes," Bascarra said first, bowing slightly before leaving, followed closely by Aditia and Shomia.

Only Summit remained in the banquet hall.

He slumped onto his throne, watching the blurry figure on the screen grow ever closer.

His eyes held fear, anger, and a hint of regret.

Maybe... I shouldn't have been greedy for those source crystals, but now, it's too late to say anything.

Fifty miles outside the city of Deliya lies a fertile alluvial plain.

It's a pity that despite living in such a precious land, many people around it are still starving. This gives you an idea of ​​how lazy and inferior this people are.

Ian stopped in his tracks.

Ahead, three figures descended from the sky, surrounding him in a triangle.

Baskar stood directly in front, his dark red robes fluttering in the wind.

Aditia is on the left, his bald head glistening in the sunlight, his muscles bulging like an iron tower.

Shomia was on the right, his eyes cold.

"Mr. Yin, please stop here."

Bascal spoke, his voice calm, but his eyes were extremely solemn.

Ian didn't reply, he just stared at them indifferently, his eyes like those of someone looking at a dead man.

"His Majesty has ordered that you return to the camp."

Bascar continued, slowly raising his hands, and golden light began to gather in his palms.

"If you insist on going on... we three will have to offend you."

The moment the words left his mouth, the three of them attacked simultaneously!

Bascara's palm exploded with golden light, transforming into a beam of light ten meters in diameter, which blasted towards Ian.

Aditya roared, slamming his fists into the ground, which cracked open, spewing out magma that transformed into a fiery dragon that swept across the land.

Shomia opened his mouth, and a silent shriek spread out, the mental shock surging in like a tidal wave.

Three attacks from three directions, sealing off all escape routes.

Ian didn't even lift his eyelids, but simply raised his right hand, palm up.

hum!

The gravitational field unfolded, freezing all three attacks in mid-air, and the air within a kilometer radius suddenly solidified.

Golden light, fire dragons, and even invisible mental shocks...

They all seemed to have been put on pause, stopping ten meters around Ian, unable to move forward an inch.

"Oh no, retreat quickly!"

The three legends' pupils constricted sharply, and they wanted to back down.

But having already made his move, Ian wasn't about to give them a chance to escape.

"This is India's national legend? Tsk tsk, too weak."

Ian shook his head, his right hand forming a loose fist, and three small crimson spears coalesced in his palm.

Only the size of a finger, the spearhead seemed to flow with scorching lava, and at the tip, the terrifying heat caused the space around it to slightly collapse.

The moment the crimson spear took shape, the world changed color.

The once clear sky suddenly darkened.

It was as if shrouded by an invisible curtain, the sunlight was swallowed up, and the temperature dropped sharply.

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and even the distant alarms from Delia disappeared.

The entire world was reduced to just those three small crimson spears, and... the indescribable terror in the eyes of the three legends.

"No..." Bascara opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But Ian didn't give him a chance to speak, and gently pushed him away with his right hand.

The three small spears disappeared at the same time.

Like a spatial leap, one moment it was in the palm of his hand, and the next it was between the three people's eyebrows.

The horrified eyes of the three legends reflected the scorching lava flowing from the spearheads.

puff!puff!puff!

Three soft sounds rang out simultaneously.

The spear pierced between their brows, and the three legends froze instantly, their pupils dilated, and their eyes glazed over.

Then... the skin began to turn reddish-brown and translucent, like shattered glass.

Crimson rays of light shone through the cracks.

"Ugh!"

Bascara opened his mouth as if to beg for mercy, but as soon as he opened it, crimson light shot out from his mouth.

Aditya wanted to roar, but only light came out of his throat, and two beams of red light shot out from Shomia's narrow eyes.

Cracks spread from between the eyebrows to the cheeks, to the neck, to the chest, and to the limbs...

It grew thicker and brighter.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Three muffled thuds exploded simultaneously, shattering the bodies of the three legends into countless fragments.

Before the fragments even hit the ground, they were vaporized by the terrifyingly high internal temperature, turning into three crimson clouds of light that slowly rose and dissipated.

With a single blow, three legendary figures from India perished.

Ian raised his hand and the crimson spear vanished.

The sky cleared again, and sunlight shone down, illuminating the ashes on the ground.

He continued walking forward, his steps still leisurely, as if nothing had happened.

Gaga perched on his shoulder, blinking her little eyes. "Ian, they... are really weak."

"It's not that they're weak," Ian explained softly, "it's just that I'm too strong."

Inside the city of Drya, the alarms blared even louder, more soldiers poured out, and even more missiles were launched into the sky.

But everyone who tried to get within two kilometers of Ian was instantly turned into a bloody mist.

All the missiles detonated at an altitude of 2,000 meters.

Like a grand fireworks display, it paved the way for his progress.

Ian was getting closer and closer to Delia, twenty miles, fifteen miles, ten miles...

In the palace, King Samite had completely collapsed.

He slumped on the throne, his eyes unfocused, muttering to himself, "Monster...he's a monster..."

"Three legendary figures who protected the nation, gone just like that..."

"What should I do... what should I do... I don't want to die!"

He abruptly looked up at the general beside him, "Activate the final measures immediately!!"

The general's face was deathly pale, and his voice trembled.

"Your Majesty... your final measures... will affect Delia..."

"I don't care!!" Summit roared, spitting all over the general's face.

"I don't care!!" Summit roared, spitting all over the general's face.

"Activate! Activate it now! I want him dead! I only want him dead!!!"

The general gritted his teeth, turned around, and rushed out of the banquet hall.

Three minutes later, at a secret base on the outskirts of Delia, a silver-white missile slowly rose into the air.

The warhead bears a prominent radiation symbol.

A large mushroom.

India's ultimate weapon: a small tactical nuclear bomb with a yield of 50 kilotons and a maximum range of 5,000 kilometers.

The target... is Ian.

The missile soared into the sky, trailing a fiery red tail, breaking the sound barrier, and hurtling towards Ian's location.

Ian looked up at the sky, his mental energy already covering an area of ​​hundreds of kilometers.

In his perception, the missile was as clear as a torch in the night.

His eyes gleamed, and a cryptic smile played on his lips.

"Big mushroom... I can make that too."

He raised his right hand, palm up, and deep within his chest cavity, the crimson core began to spin wildly.

The temperature soared rapidly, to one million degrees, five million degrees, ten million degrees...

All the heat was firmly locked in the palm of the hand by the gravitational field, compressed and compressed again.

Finally, it coalesced into a... egg-sized ball of blazing white light.

From a distance, it looks like a miniature star.

"Go."

Ian said softly, and with a flick of his right hand, the ball of light left his hand and rose into the sky.

The ball of light flashed and leaped through space, traveling faster than a missile.

Three seconds later, ten kilometers away from Ian, over the outskirts of Delia.

The light sphere and the missile officially met.

There was no explosion, no sound, only light.

Endless light burst forth from the point of convergence, like a real sun exploding in the low sky.

The light was so intense that it instantly engulfed the entire sky.

Inside the city of Delia, everyone who was looking up at the sky suddenly went blind, and countless shrill screams rang out.

But the disaster did not stop there; what followed was a shockwave.

Centered on the sphere of light, a terrifying shockwave spread out in a circular pattern.

Wherever it went, buildings collapsed like paper, trees were uprooted, and vehicles were overturned, torn apart, and melted.

The shabby shantytowns in the suburbs were vaporized in an instant, leaving not even ashes behind.

In the city center, the windows of high-rise buildings were shattered, walls were cracked, and foundations were shaking.

Screams, cries, and the terrified sobs of women and children were drowned out the moment the explosion rang out.

Then came the roar of collapsing buildings, the explosions of burning flames, and... the omnipresent aura of death.

Ian stood still, and two kilometers in front of him, a layer of pale golden purification light curtain unfolded.

All shockwaves, radiation, high temperatures... are silently purified and dissipated the moment they touch the light curtain.

He looked up at the mushroom cloud slowly rising in the sky, his eyes calm and devoid of any pity.

The cuckoo on my shoulder also quieted down.

"The farce is over, time to get down to business," he muttered to himself as he strode toward the palace.

No one stood in his way anymore—no soldiers, no superhumans, no living people…

Everyone was fleeing for their lives.

They fled out of the city, into the wilderness, to any place that might be safe.

No one dared to look at that dark blue figure again, and no one dared to even entertain the thought of "stopping" him.

All they knew was... the sky had fallen.

Royal Palace Banquet Hall.

King Samit slumped on his throne, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes glazed over.

The screen in front of him was black; the signal had been restored, but the camera was burned.

But he could still hear the roaring sounds outside, the loud crashes of collapsing buildings, and the desperate cries of people.

I could feel the ground shaking and the air heating up... Death was approaching.

The door was pushed open, and Ian walked in, his dark blue uniform spotless.

"Summit".

Summit shuddered and slowly raised his head.

The moment he saw Ian, his pupils contracted, and a surge of heat gushed from his groin.

"You...you..."

He wanted to beg for mercy, but fear made his throat tighten and he couldn't stop giving commands.

"Where is my Source Crystal?" Ian walked up to him and looked down at him.

"Hand over the reward for purifying the rift, and all of Delia's stockpile of Source Crystals."

I won't say it a second time.

Summit opened his mouth, wanting to bargain, but seeing that calm and deep gaze, he swallowed all his words.

He took a deep breath, temporarily easing his fear, and turned to look at the Chancellor of the Exchequer who had collapsed beside him.

"Go...go get it..."

The Chancellor of the Exchequer scrambled out of the banquet hall.

Ten minutes later, he returned carrying three large jade boxes, followed by two soldiers, each carrying a large box, who placed them in front of Ian and opened them one by one.

The three jade boxes contained a total of over two thousand complete golden source crystals, which Ian was too lazy to count in the two large boxes.

"This...this is the entire national treasury's reserves." The Chancellor of the Exchequer knelt on the ground, his voice trembling.

Ian scanned the area with his mental energy, storing all the source crystals into his dimensional ring before turning and leaving.

As he reached the door, he stopped and glanced back at Summit.

"Remember today's lesson: greed comes at a price."

After saying that, he walked away, his figure disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Ian didn't kill Summit; he didn't need to lift a finger. He committed such a grave mistake; now he'll face the reckoning from the other parties.

In the banquet hall, only Samite remained, slumped on the throne.

He stared at the empty hall, his eyes unfocused, his lips twitching.

Slowly closing her eyes, tears slid down her cheeks.

He didn't know what would happen to India after today, but he knew that he was finished.

Three legends have fallen, Delia is half destroyed, and the national treasury has been emptied.

All of this was simply because they wanted to covet that little bit of source crystal.

"I'm such an idiot..." he muttered to himself, his voice filled with despair.

Outside the window, the mushroom cloud was still slowly rising.

Sunlight filtered through the smoke and dust, casting a long shadow on the throne.

Like a rotting corpse.