Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 745: A Huge Lost

Smoke and dust gradually dispersed across the heavens.

The remnants of that colossal blast continued to hang in the atmosphere. Cracks scarred the earth, structures lay in rubble, and the former domain of the Goblin Guild had transformed into a scorched, devastated wasteland.

Among all those grand edifices, merely a handful of primary halls remained upright, though marred by profound gashes.

A profound quiet enveloped the region.

Footsteps echoed next.

A silhouette emerged gradually from the haze.

"...Impossible." Jason’s eyes bulged wide.

He witnessed an unbelievable sight. Briefly, he suspected his own delusion.

Daniel.

Utterly unscathed in life.

Wounds marked his frame, sections of his attire were charred, and his breaths came a tad more labored... yet he lived. He stood firm. And that stare... retained its icy, perilous edge.

Next, laughter erupted from him.

"Hah... hah... that’s it?"

A booming, derisive guffaw resounded.

His words reverberated amid the wreckage.

"All that spectacle... all that might... merely this?"

Jason recoiled.

True terror surfaced on his features for the first time.

"You... how are you still alive...?!"

That strike was certain to have slain this scum. Survival against such devastation seemed impossible.

Not even his sibling, the Goblin Guild’s chief, could emerge unscathed from it without deploying ultimate measures.

And even so, a steep toll would be exacted.

Nevertheless, this scum stood before him nearly intact, bearing just minor scratches.

How could this be?

Had they underestimated this youth’s prowess all along? Underestimated his danger?

Was it possible that throughout this whole conflict... this scum posed the gravest peril to their guild?

They hadn’t utterly dismissed Daniel or deemed him a mere insect unworthy of notice.

Quite the contrary. Once his status as a notorious Fallen and his summoning prowess became evident, the Goblin Guild viewed him as a possible hazard.

Yet not enough to endanger their full scheme.

Jason now realized their grave error.

Daniel represented the utmost danger to their complete strategy!

"Honestly... I’m not sure myself." Daniel lifted his hand and eased his neck with a roll.

His gaze sharpened a touch.

"If that cursed poison hadn’t eased off slightly... I could be dead now."

His look intensified momentarily.

In reality, his gut warned that death there would bar revival, extra lives notwithstanding.

Luckily, it hadn’t reached that point. Defensive skills had shielded him successfully.

Yet simplicity evaded the matter.

Jason’s onslaught proved immensely potent, compelling not just defensive talents but also Fallen power borrowing.

Ages had passed since last tapping that force. This clash demanded its reuse.

Regardless...

With the arrays obliterated, his moment arrived.

Abruptly, he vanished.

"—!"

Reaction eluded Jason entirely.

Instantly, Daniel materialized before him. The Heavens Honor, his blade, cleaved spacetime amid a radiant energy glow.

Strike.

In desperation, Jason thrust up his palms, channeling mana.

[Elemental Barrier Collapse]!

Elemental shield of four kinds materialized then fragmented.

As if fragile glass, it crumbled beneath Daniel’s sheer force.

Directly, the blow landed on his form, hurling him rearward. Terrain fractured under him as he skidded meters along.

"You... you’re a monster..." Blood gushed from his lips as he hacked.

Daniel pressed on relentlessly.

Another assault followed.

Terror drove Jason’s last desperate efforts.

[Infernal Tempest Collapse]

Fire-wind maelstrom surged at Daniel, yet he strode right into it. Flames licked his skin to no avail.

[Oceanic Pressure Prison]!

Immense aqueous force enveloped Daniel, shattered by one sword arc.

[Earthshatter Domain]

Earth quaked violently. Stone spires burst under Daniel’s stance, but he navigated past...

Swifter than sight could track.

Strike landed true this round.

A shriek tore from Jason. Impact warped his frame; knees buckled. Crimson pooled wide.

Breaths raggedly failed.

"N-no..." Tremors shook his eyes.

"H-help...!"

His cry rang out.

"Help me!"

Suddenly, as though awaiting that cue from distance, Awakened surged forth.

Goblin Guild’s forces.

Dozens, perhaps hundreds, charged Daniel with blinding velocity.

These were the troops commanded to retreat for guild defense. Freshly back, they’d abstained from the fray.

Till this instant.

Daniel merely grinned.

An icy, taunting grin.

"So you finally showed up?" Then he lunged forward.

This was no longer a battle—it had become outright slaughter.

His blade whipped through the air. Each swing bisected a foe. Blood sprayed with every stride he took.

No enemy could approach him; the moment one lunged, its head flew off.

Two others met the same fate, bodies torn asunder, while five more crumpled together in one fluid strike.

Screams echoed high... then faded into silence.

Merely a handful of seconds passed.

All it required to annihilate the whole legion...

These weaklings were merely B and A ranks—how could they pose any danger to him?

A force like this could have crushed countless guilds across the nation, with only S-rank guilds able to resist.

But Daniel massacred the entire legion in mere seconds.

They scarcely deserved a moment of his attention.

Nevertheless... losing them would deal a massive blow to the Goblin Guild.

"...What..." Jason witnessed the carnage, his frame shaking uncontrollably.

In that instant, he attempted to flee, urging his limbs to obey, yet a shadow blocked his path.

Daniel approached him... step by deliberate step.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

His hand shot out, seizing Jason’s collar, hoisting him effortlessly into the air like he was weightless.

"N-no... wait..." Terror widened Jason’s eyes.

Suddenly, he collapsed to his knees.

In truth... he was kneeling.

"Please... don’t kill me..." Tremors filled his voice.

"I’ll do anything you say... just—"

Daniel paused in silence, eyes locked onto him.

He never imagined this scum would prove so spineless. It clashed with his image entirely.

Truthfully, Daniel had assumed that even now, he’d fight to the bitter end, embracing death honorably.

Apparently, he’d misjudged.

This wretch was pure cowardice.

"...Really?" His stare intensified a fraction.

"So this is the truth?"

"All this time... you were hiding this fear?" He cocked his head faintly.

Jason remained mute.

When staring down death, who wouldn’t feel fear?

To him, only fools feigned bravery, yet even they harbored terror inside.

Daniel lifted his sword, pressing The Heavens Honor’s edge gently against Jason’s throat.

A slight force was exerted.

Blood trickled slowly from the skin.

"So... what should I do with you?" In a serene yet weighty tone, he declared: