The Omnipotent System-Chapter 246: Meeting Someone Unexpected 1

LEVEL UP!

LEVEL UP!

LEVEL 50 REACHED!

Kieran's vision cleared, his breath sharp. He looked down at himself—his gear shimmered, his body felt lighter, faster, stronger. He clenched his fist, and a faint pulse of violet energy rippled outward, distorting the air.

Jack let out a low whistle, flexing his fingers. "Damn… that was insane."

Elamenor cracked his knuckles, rolling his shoulders. "Feels good. Real good."

Arianna's eyes shimmered, scanning the surroundings. "We've changed. Not just stats—our whole presence is different now."

Erren's interface was going wild, screens flashing faster than she could process. "This—this isn't normal. The game shouldn't let us level this fast. The mechanics aren't built for this!"

Kieran exhaled sharply. His mind raced. This—this was way too much, too fast. He had planned everything. This time, he swore he'd play the game right—optimize, pace himself, build power carefully.

But now?

He was Level 50.

Already.

"…This is the fastest I've ever leveled up," Kieran muttered, gripping his blade. His voice was steady, but inside, he was reeling. "Even with my plan, even with everything I accounted for... I never thought I'd hit this level this easily."

Jack grinned, running a hand through his hair. "Hah! Who cares? We're strong now." He turned to Kieran, sparks of black lightning crackling in his hands. "So what's next, genius? Since your 'perfect plan' just got thrown out the window."

Kieran took a slow breath. His heart was pounding.

This changed everything.

But one thing was clear.

They weren't just players anymore.

They were something else now.

And whatever was beyond this gate—

They were ready.

FWOOOOOOOM!

The void twisted—not violently, but deliberately. It wasn't collapsing; it was shifting, forming something new. The battlefield, the game interface, even the very air around them—everything was different now.

Kieran narrowed his eyes. The Entity was still there, still watching, its jagged form no longer chaotic but refined, like it had reached its final, intended shape.

And behind it—

A gate.

No. Not a gate. A tear in reality, an opening to something beyond the game's known boundaries.

Jack tilted his head, grinning. "So, uh… we go in, yeah?"

Arianna's eyes flickered. "I don't think we have a choice."

Erren's interface flared, warnings flashing in rapid succession. "This isn't part of the system. There's no data on what's beyond that rift."

Elamenor exhaled, stretching. "Then we make new data."

Kieran tightened his grip on his blade. His instincts screamed at him that this was wrong—this wasn't part of the normal progression. This wasn't some hidden dungeon or secret boss fight.

This was off-script.

Unknown.

But that didn't mean he was about to turn back.

"Alright," he muttered. "We step in together."

The Entity's grin widened. It raised a jagged hand—

FWOOOOOOM!

A pulse of void energy surged out, wrapping around them, dragging them forward—

ENTERING AN UNKNOWN ZONE…

Everything blinked.

For an instant, there was nothing.

No gravity. No sound. No color.

Just a feeling—limitless potential.

Then—

BOOOOOOOM!

They landed.

???

The sky was wrong—an endless swirl of deep violet and shifting gold, like galaxies folding over themselves. The air itself vibrated with raw, unfiltered energy.

And in the distance—

Ruins.

Massive, impossible ruins, floating across the sky like shattered remnants of some forgotten civilization. Statues of figures they didn't recognize, holding weapons that looked too advanced, too intricate for this world.

But the strangest part—

No game interface.

No health bars. No status screens.

Nothing.

Kieran's heart pounded. "Where… are we?"

Erren tapped at her interface frantically, but there was no response. "…This is impossible. The system isn't reading anything."

Jack took a slow step forward, looking around. "This place feels… different. Not just in-game different." He cracked his knuckles, testing his strength. "Still strong, though."

Arianna's expression was unreadable. "This isn't just a new area." She exhaled. "This is a different plane entirely."

Elamenor let out a low chuckle, stepping onto a floating piece of ruin. "Then let's see what's here."

Kieran didn't move.

Something was here.

Watching.

Waiting.

His fingers tightened around his blade.

"Stay sharp," he muttered.

Because whatever was waiting for them in this new world—

It had just noticed their arrival.

FWOOOOOOOM!

The air crackled. The ground beneath them trembled. Something massive was approaching.

Kieran felt it before he saw it—a weight, a presence so heavy it made his breath hitch. Then, from the swirling void, he emerged.

A towering figure, at least eight feet tall, stepped forward. Muscles like steel, covered in deep red scales that shimmered under the eerie golden light. His hair, wild and crimson, flowed like an untamed flame, and his eyes—piercing and red—burned with something ancient. Sharp horns curved back from his forehead, and his clawed hands flexed, crackling with heat.

A demon. A dragon. Something in between.

Anderson had arrived.

Arianna gasped, eyes widening. "Wait—!"

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Huh."

Elamenor and Jameson? Instantly relaxed, like they just saw an old friend.

But Kieran?

His instincts screamed. He tightened his grip on his sword, shifting into a stance. "Who the hell—"

The moment he spoke, Anderson's gaze locked onto him.

The air distorted.

A slow, heavy step forward. Another.

The ground cracked beneath Anderson's weight. Heat radiated off him in waves. His mouth moved—but what came out wasn't a name.

It was gibberish.

A deep, guttural sound, ancient and raw, like the very fabric of reality struggled to contain it.

Kieran's grip tightened. "Tch. Is he trying to mess with us?"

Arianna, on the other hand, was practically vibrating with excitement. "This… this is—" She almost took a step forward but stopped herself, biting her lip hard.

Jack shot her a look. "Yo. You good?"

She exhaled sharply, composing herself. "Yeah. It's just… him."

Kieran frowned. "Who?"

Jack shrugged, eyes flicking between Anderson and Arianna. "Dunno. We hear his voice fine, but for you…" He tilted his head. "Guess you're not qualified yet."

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Kieran clicked his tongue. Annoying. But that didn't mean he'd lower his sword.

Anderson grinned—sharp fangs glinting under the violet sky. His massive frame tensed, like a predator testing its prey.

And in that moment, Kieran understood.

This guy wasn't here to talk.

He was here to fight.