Level-Up Apocalypse: Surviving With The Assimilation System

Just as he landed, a pair of survivors rushed over–a sword-wielding man and a bow-carrying woman that tried to lend a hand.

"Hey, man, are you alright?--" The brunette swordsman asked, extending a hand down.

Jotham picked himself up, pushing aside the person that tried to help him as he didn't spare them so much as a glance.

Across the glass structure, Finn watched alongside Polaris and another as the divine figure rose to heights just below the world's ceiling.

The man with a white half-cape in light armor, holding a silver bow watched, "What's he doing now?"

[Name: Orion] [Designated Class: Archer] [Level: 43]

"I'm not sure–it doesn't look good," Finn answered.

Polaris watched with an excited smile, "Feel that? The air is getting electric."

"It has been," Finn responded.

The assault of countless projectiles towards the God of Heroes was rejected by an electric pulse as the divine figure remained just beneath the cracked orb.

Sirius acknowledged those below amidst the storm at the world's end, waving his hand, "--In what could be the final breaths of history, fight alongside me, Villains of The World–those who sought their greed, malice."

From the invocation of the thunderous god, colossal seals manifested in the sky within a ring around Sirius himself. Each resembled the rune of an unknown language, holding a prismatic glow.

"I've imprisoned you all for eons, but now–we fight together! If I fall, so too does the world–then so too does your world, calamitous beasts!" Sirius shouted, snapping his fingers.

An eruption of wind emerged from the seals as they shattered and split, opening gateways that peeked into a nebulous void. From each of the four otherworldly prisons, creatures of unfathomable origins heeded the call of Sirius.

"Are you serious–?!" Finn shouted.

"Isn't that sort of…cheating? A boss summoning more bosses?" Orion gulped, looking up in fearful astonishment.

On the other hand, Polaris looked as excited as ever as his muscles almost seemed to swell with readiness at the new challenge.

[BOSS Identified: "Maneater Kildraun, The Burning Giant"] [Level: 50]

A cyclops landed on the glass valley, encased in smoldering skin with flames spewing from the cracks in his body, producing heat waves with each breath.

[BOSS Identified: "Vale, The First Vampire"] [Level: 52]

Much smaller in stature compared to the giant, a man of pale skin, dressed in a pristine, black suit with slicked back, gray hair and scarlet eyes that looked at the survivors like prey.

[BOSS Identified: "Aliya, The Siren of Madness"] [Level: 48]

A woman of cerulean skin, possessing piercing beauty with silken, dark hair that surpassed her own height in length, carrying skulls around her neck.

[BOSS Identified: "Goblin"] [Level: 76]n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Most peculiar of all among the calamitous entities freed from their imprisonment was the smallest of them all: what appeared to be a normal, green-skinned goblin, though something laid twisted in his beady eyes.

"A goblin? What the hell is that level?" Orion questioned in shock.

The descent of the horrors brought the survivors' morale to a halt, faced with an abundance of powerful foes.

Finn squeezed the handles of his daggers, looking around as he heard the murmurs of the others, some questioning if it was even possible to win at this point.

'Where are Jasper and Charlotte…? I hope they're fine–we'll definitely need them still,' Finn thought in concern.

–

Pure frustration embodied the look in the slayer's eyes as he watched the dance of lightning in the sky.

It was no longer just a battle for victory; the disrespect felt by Jotham brought it to a more personal level as he found one such force to invoke through his lips:

"Zeus."

[Mythos System Initiated.]

[Aspect of The King of Gods summoned.]

A roar of thunder pushed out from his body, calling strands of bright-blue lightning around his body as he raised his sword. From the storming skies, a bolt descended to his blade like that of a provocation issued towards the God of Heroes.

Jotham brought down a calamity of his own as his cobalt bolts crashed down around him, nearly striking the other survivors that were unprepared for the sudden shift.

"Hey!--" Julian, the black mage dressed in dark robes yelled out as a passing thunderbolt caused him to fall back as his messy, hazel hair was brushed aside.

The whole time, a dark-skinned man with silver hair, dressed in a leather outfit with sparse armoring, pointed his sword like a gun, pulling a trigger as it released rounds towards the distant cyclops, though it did little more than annoy the molten-skinned giant.

"Think it's a wise idea to fight fire with fire?" The gunblade user asked, momentarily looking back at the slayer who embodied Zeus. Your adventure continues at m v|l-e'-NovelBin.net

[Name: Zion] [Designated Class: Gunblade] [Level: 47]

Jotham breathed out, flicking his blade as it scattered smaller traces of electricity across the sky-high glass, "Worry about hitting your shots. I'll handle getting the job done."

"Sure thing. Let me know how that goes," Zion remarked with cold sarcasm.

Amidst the storm of gunfire and magic flung through the skies in clashes against Sirius' thunder, Jotham ascended with the essence of lightning. As a cobalt bolt, he chased after the magenta streak in the sky.

It took every bit of ability from Jotham to propel himself just enough to intercept Sirius, cutting him off amidst the array of deadly fireworks. He quickly slashed at the purple bolt just as the God of Heroes returned to physical form, blocking the electrified blade with an elemental blockade.

As he found his sword stopped entirely, Jotham flexed his body, calling upon the full authority of [Zeus] as his body was instilled with godly strength and thunder. With another volley of plentiful spells coming in, Sirius began to fly back, though the slayer didn't allow him to separate, forcibly keeping up.

"--You can't run!" Jotham shouted.

Following his words, the slayer swept in between a group of amethyst orbs of magic that shot right by, slashing his electrified blade at the divinity.

"Who? Me?" Sirius responded as if only now noticing the man who gave chase, spinning around swiftly and countering with a swipe of sharpened lightning.

The thunderous blade stopped the quick slash, reflected as Jotham immediately responded with a flurry of his own slashes. As he moved his sword, he flew alongside Sirius as the war raged below, a colorful array of explosions filling the world's final chapter.

Even as he bolted from one point to the other in the air in rapid succession, swinging his blade each time, it was always one step behind Sirius' maneuvers. He went for a downward slash in an attempt to split the God of Heroes' head in two, though it was evaded by a simple lean by Sirius, however–

Jotham pushed his right hand forward, thrusting a cobalt strike of lightning directly against the divine lord. It landed pointblank, pushing the once unhittable god back as thunder roared through the sky.

Though Jotham's expression remained unmoved as traces of electricity sparked at his fingertips, there was no denying the look in his eyes–an adamant stare at a rival.

Light peeling was left on the chest of Sirius' armor, though it quickly stitched itself back together like fibers of flesh mending, "I see…A bit of my own medicine. That's rich." Sirius remarked.

Amidst the words of the surprised deity, Jotham moved as a flash, sparing no opportunity as he moved his blade for his enemy's neck. It was quickly deflected by a simple push of Sirius' forearm, countering with a snap of his fingers as a small fork of electricity lunged for Jotham's face.

The slayer moved himself in tandem with the rejection of his initial strike, spinning around as he went for a lower slash at the abdomen. It wasn't by intention, but natural instinct that the genetically engineered soldier empowered his blade with lightning, pushing it forward with tiny sparks to increase its speed.

Narrowly, it missed disemboweling the god, only scraping the scales of the armor. A quick counter came in the form of a spinning kick, blocked by the man's right arm as a thunderous impact was felt.

As the leg of Sirius made contact, the defending limb of Jotham momentarily swelled to accommodate, completely nullifying the strike.

Sirius was surprised by the sturdiness of the mortal as he flipped away as a trace of lightning, 'What an abnormal body he has. It adapts in the moment, allocating strength where it's necessary, maximizing his own cells. An attempt at a man-made god,' he thought.

'Closer…I'm getting closer. Just a bit more, a little more–traces, that's all it is. I have to memorize this rhythm, the tune my enemy moves at, the way the wind whistles around his movements,' Jotham took in.

Like an untamed beast, the slayer unleashed flurries of slashes while Sirius only evaded them, as if challenging the man to try and land a hit. In an ever-moving chase in the sky, the one who burdened himself with the salvation of mankind didn't let up; thunderbolts lunged at him, sharply curving to chase at him as he followed the God of Heroes.