My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 479 Back In Velaris Forest

Within the enchanted universe, Liam One chased his personal ambitions.

Upon departing Velaris, he soared straight toward the woods, eager to cross paths with Rikilda and Bethan.

This woodland extended across hundreds of kilometers in all directions, forming an immense untamed expanse that divided Velaris from the northern Elven domains. Towering ancient trees stood like colossal supports holding up the heavens, their thick foliage so impenetrable that hardly any sunlight filtered down to the ground even at high noon.

As he arrived at the woodland's boundary, Liam One landed and opted to proceed on foot instead of flying. While soaring covered ground quickly, it drew notice easily, so he favored scanning his environment closely over alerting every nearby creature to his arrival.

While advancing through the woods, he examined his surroundings. This place embodied true wildness, a domain where enchanted beasts followed their innate orders, ignoring the societies bordering the edges.

He pressed onward into the depths, sticking to animal paths where available or forcing his way through thickets otherwise. His broad awareness spread out in a vigilant circle, scanning for dangers or intriguing spots, yet picking up nothing noteworthy right away.

No other life forms appeared in his perception. The woods felt eerily still, as if the native animals sensed a dangerous hunter among them and chose caution over confrontation.

After trekking for almost an hour, Liam One arrived at a familiar marker—the cavern where he'd battled the Arachne some weeks prior. The opening appeared unchanged, shadowy and forbidding, although his detection found no signs of life inside. The space might have stayed vacant since the clash, or any new occupant simply lacked the strength to show up on his refined senses.

For a moment, he pondered if he'd spot the previous catkins again, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

Bypassing the cavern, he ventured further into the woods than on his last trip. Here, the trees loomed even grander, more aged, their stems so enormous that a dozen individuals linking arms couldn't surround them. The overhead branches thickened to the point where constant dimness shrouded the ground, lit solely by stray sun rays piercing the leaves like focused beams.

Liam One had covered maybe another hundred meters when his awareness caught motion—several entities in the shrubs to his left, shifting with deliberate coordination.

He halted and faced the commotion.

A group of wolves erupted from the bushes, their growls resounding across the silent woods. Around fifteen in number, each matched the stature of a pony, boasting coats that devoured light and gazes shimmering with subtle crimson glows.

Without pause, they lunged, evidently mistaking Liam One for easy quarry instead of a foe. The pack fanned out during the assault, trying to encircle him, with some diving low as others vaulted upward for assaults from various directions at once.

Liam One remained rooted in place. He merely lifted his hand and swept it sideways across the void, his digits slicing through nothingness with effortless accuracy.

Seven wolves perished on the spot, their forms divided so neatly that they kept advancing briefly before splitting into segments that rolled over the woodland earth. The unseen edge of densified Primordial Essence had sliced through them effortlessly, keen enough to sever meat and skeleton like mist.

The surviving wolves skidded to a halt, their organized charge crumbling into bewildered whines as they grasped the recent slaughter. Their alpha—a huge brute reaching human chest height—retreated gradually, ears pressed to its head, tail clamped firmly.

The rest mimicked its withdrawal, fleeing back into the foliage with frantic speed, indicating they'd grasped a vital truth about choosing targets.

Liam One observed their vanishing forms, then resumed his path as if the incident hadn't disrupted his travel. The wolves merited no further notice past that quick show of why challenging him proved unwise.

He'd scarcely moved three paces when a vibration rippled through the soil, faint initially but intensifying rapidly.

This quaking stemmed from a colossal being traversing the woods with impacts strong enough to mimic earthquakes.

Liam One paused and pivoted toward the origin of the unrest, his detection reaching full extent.

The forward trees started trembling, their huge boles rocking as if whipped by a fierce gale, though no breeze stirred at all. Limbs snapped and dropped, foliage fluttered like fleeing flocks, and the bushes yielded amid crackling timber and ripped plants.

Suddenly, the beast emerged into sight, drawing Liam One's focus from casual curiosity to true intrigue.

It towered close to four meters, a horrifying blend of bovine and manlike form crafted to evoke dread. Its frame bulged with immense muscle, sheathed in rugged skin capable of deflecting ordinary arms. It balanced on two rearward-tilted limbs ending in hoofs as broad as platters, each stamping profound marks into the dirt.

Yet the most alarming features lay in the chest and skull. The upper section resembled a distorted human shape but hypertrophied beyond reason, arms bulging with power fit for a beast double its bulk. One enormous fist clutched a hatchet weighing no less than fifty kilos, its cutting side stained dark with dried gore hinting at regular bloodshed.

The skull was fully bovine—wide muzzle, expanding nostrils, sweeping horns primed to impale a person easily. However, the gaze carried cunning beyond beasts, a vicious comprehension viewing Liam One as a rival, not food.

A minotaur. And from the aura it emitted, far from immature or feeble.

"YOU TREACHEROUS HUMAN!" Despite the ill-suited maw, the beast's roar rang clear and coherent, laced with fury teetering on insanity. "YOU DARE COME TO THIS FOREST?"

Liam One barely had time to note the minotaur's apparent familiarity with him before it charged.

For its bulk, the velocity stunned. In one instant, it loomed twenty meters distant; the next, it bridged the gap, the enormous hatchet plummeting toward Liam One's skull in a downward blow that could cleave him top to bottom if it landed.

Liam One felt no concern.

With the identical nonchalance and exactness used on the wolves, he extended his right hand upward and seized the hatchet.

His digits clamped directly on the keen blade, seizing the tool at its intended point to rend skin and break bones. The hatchet froze utterly in its arc, its drive halted so thoroughly that the minotaur's rush turned into a lurch as reality adjusted to the unanticipated halt.

Liam One compressed his hold.

The hatchet's cutting face, crafted from alloy that had likely withstood years of battle unscathed, folded like sodden parchment. His fingers dug into the rim, twisting the material and etching digit-like dents that spiderwebbed fractures across the implement's form.

The minotaur's stare bulged, wrath yielding to initial sparks of real terror as it realized this clash defied all norms.

A faint smile curved Liam One's lips as he clenched harder, and the hatchet started to shatter.