I Own EVERY Class in This World: Life Set to HELL Mode!

Stark clenched his fists, feeling the weight of the cuffs dragging down his energy like anchors.

His gaze burned toward the [Classes Figure], which hovered silently, studying the restraints.

It extended a shimmering, translucent hand toward the cuffs, its movements precise and deliberate.

A faint light emanated from its touch as it probed the crimson runes etched into the metal.

For a moment, Stark felt a flicker of hope as the cuffs grew warm.

The warmth turned to heat, then pressure.

Suddenly, the runes flared violently, a shockwave of red energy forcing the [Classes Figure] back.

Stark winced as the recoil sent a stinging jolt through his arms.

"Not working?" Stark gritted through his teeth, struggling to keep his tone even.

The [Classes Figure] straightened, its form rippling faintly as if absorbing the feedback.

Without a word, it returned to the task, this time pressing its other hand against the cuffs.

The glow intensified, a low hum building in the air as the runes flared again, brighter than before.

The resistance was palpable, an invisible force pushing back against the [Classes Figure]'s efforts.

The cuffs emitted a sharp, metallic screech as the runes writhed under the strain, refusing to give way.

Seconds stretched into what felt like hours, Stark's patience wearing thin.

The sound of distant battle reached his ears, explosions, the clash of power, and the guttural roar of the regenerating golden beast.

"Enough!" Stark growled, his aura flaring uncontrollably. "Put more into it!"

The [Classes Figure] didn't respond, but its presence grew heavier.

It dug its fingers into the cuffs, the translucent edges of its form hardening like steel.

The hum grew deafening, the air around Stark vibrating with energy.

Then, with a blinding flash, the runes cracked.

[Now it's time,] The Classes grinned, backing away, [Domination skill won't work on it, but we have other classes, which means it's gonna be easy work.]

And so, all the [Classes Figure] did was summon the giant crimson/golden cross from [Wielding Cross].

"Hey, what are you doing with that thing-"

Stark didn't have the time to finish that the figure smashed it onto the boy.

BAM!

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[Calm down, it's your own power, it won't hurt much.]

"YOU LITTLE-"

Stark wanted to shout, but... it worked.

The sound of shattering metal echoed through the chamber as the cuffs fell away, breaking into fragments at Stark's feet.

The moment they were gone, Stark felt his power surge back, a wave of energy rushing through him like a long-lost part of his soul.

He flexed his fingers, the crimson aura around his hands flaring to life.

Without looking at the [Classes Figure], he muttered, "Finally."

The translucent being hovered quietly, its task complete, before fading into the shadows.

"At least I can defend myself now."

Stark turned toward the battlefield, his expression dark.

Oliver and Clever were staring at one another.

On one hand, a guy that could destroy divine hands with his sheer strength, and on the other, an old man that could destroy entire cities in mere instants thanks to his statue.

And they were both stuck inside of that domain.

"You angered me, now the world will perish as soon as I deal with you."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Oliver grinned, positioning his fists.

Remember how every domination's power works different?

Well, Oliver was one of those.

It would be way too simple to just have him have different skills with his [Universal Strength] domination power, so instead, the system or whoever decides about those things gave him a new "mechanic".

Stark activated his [Perception], and the result was quite shocking.
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[Name: Oliver]

[Level: 200]

[Class: Domination - Universal Strength]

[HP: 1,500,000]

[Strength: 99,999]

[Stamina: 56,821]

[Speed: 47,859]

[Defense: 78,273]

[Skills: 10%, 20%, 30% (Legendary+), 40% (Legendary+), 50% (Mythical), 60% (Mythical+), 70% (Godly), 80% (Godly+), 90% (Immortal), 100% (Immortal+), 200% (Immortal++), 300% (Immortal+++)]

...

"Huh."

Each of his skills were percentages, and for some reason, even his third skill was ranked as legendary.

In addition to that, he also had those + signs beside the ranks of his skills.

These were the indicatives given to skills when they were strong enough to be beyond their rank, but not quite at the next one.

It was a middle-ground.

The most shocking of all, though... was the [Immortal+++] one.

Immortal skills were already a death sentence by themselves, as they were the highest ranked ones, but if you added even a single + sign, it was terrifying.

And yet, you're telling him that his highest skill had three +'s?

The sole reason it wasn't beyond Immortal was because it was just straight up impossible, since there's nothing...

Just how powerful could it be?

Four immortal skills, with increasing percentages and plus signs next to their ranks.

"..." Stark decided to watch for now, preserving his own life inside that domain, as he couldn't escape even if he tried.

The atmosphere in the domain grew thick, the air buzzing with raw energy as Oliver cracked his knuckles.

Across the battlefield, Clever stood with his regenerating golden statue looming behind him, its hundred arms twitching with restrained fury.

The statue's radiant golden aura clashed against the fiery crimson of Oliver's power, creating a dazzling storm of light and heat.

Oliver smirked, his muscles flexing as a faint golden glow enveloped his body.

He raised a single finger and tapped his temple.

"Alright, let's keep this interesting," he said, his grin widening. "I'll start light, 10% should do."

Oliver enjoyed doing this in every single one of his fights: using one skill after the other, as the percentages displayed were the actual increase in his strength.

He really liked seeing just how far an opponent could take it before falling.

As the words left his lips, Oliver's aura intensified ever so slightly, and the ground beneath his feet cracked.

Without hesitation, Clever commanded his statue to move.

"Thousandfold Destruction," Clever intoned, his voice cold and calculated.

The golden statue blurred as its hundred arms moved with unthinkable speed, delivering a hurricane of punches.

Each strike carried the weight of a mountain, the air around them screaming with the sheer force of the blows.

A storm of golden energy formed, tearing through the domain in a vortex of destruction.

"Holy shit..." Stark could handle it as he was pretty far, but their power was terrifying.

Oliver didn't flinch.

As the first punch reached him, he twisted his body slightly, dodging with millimeter precision.

Another punch followed, then another, but Oliver flowed through the onslaught with ease, his movements effortless.

"You call this a warm-up?" Oliver mocked, his voice carrying over the cacophony.

Suddenly, Oliver ducked low and launched forward with explosive speed.

He didn't have any fancy skills: the only thing that he could do was increase his strength, then everything else was up to him and the mastery of his domination power.

His fist connected with dozens of the golden arms, the impact shattering them into fragments of light.

The statue recoiled, its remaining arms forming a barrier around Clever.

"Zenith Eruption," Clever commanded, unfazed.

Golden pillars erupted from the ground in rapid succession, each one detonating in a cascading burst.

The blasts were relentless, the battlefield a sea of explosions.

Oliver skidded to a halt, his grin fading slightly. "Alright, this is more like it."

He stomped the ground, launching himself into the air to avoid the next eruption.

As he descended, his fist began to glow with a brilliant light.

"Let's bump it up: 20%."

With a thunderous roar, Oliver slammed his fist into the ground.

The resulting shockwave annihilated the remaining pillars, the force ripping through the domain and sending Clever sliding back.

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Even the shockwave of the attack dealt damage.

Clever scowled, "Radiant Meteorfall."

[Description: Golden hands launch into the sky, transforming into radiant meteors that rain down upon the battlefield. Each meteor strikes with the force of a celestial object, leaving fiery golden craters and stunning impact zones.]

The statue's golden hands shot into the sky, transforming into blazing meteors.

They rained down upon Oliver with devastating speed, each impact shaking the domain.

Oliver planted his feet firmly, his aura flaring brighter.

He raised both arms, deflecting meteors with precision strikes. Each one exploded on contact, but none managed to faze him.

"Not bad," Oliver admitted, his tone still playful. "Let's go 30%."

The domain trembled as his power surged, cracks forming in the air itself.

Clever narrowed his eyes, realizing Oliver was only getting started.

And waiting until Oliver was at full power to use his strongest skills was stupid.

So instead...

"Supreme Execution," Clever declared, his voice echoing ominously.

[Description: Clever summons five giant golden arms, each delivering a devastating attack in sequence before merging into a final cataclysmic strike. The final blow creates a golden shockwave that decimates everything within its radius.]

He decided to use one of his immortal skills immediately.

Five colossal golden arms materialized around the statue, their size dwarfing the battlefield.

Each one drew back, preparing a strike that could level entire mountains.

Oliver's grin returned, wider than ever. "Now this is a fight."

The five arms launched forward simultaneously, the sheer force of their movement distorting the space around them.

Oliver clenched his fists, his aura blazing like a sun.

The screen of energy exploded outward as Oliver met the first arm head-on, his punch colliding with its golden surface.

The shockwave that followed was deafening, shaking the domain to its core.

And then—darkness.

When the dust settled, Oliver stood unharmed, the shattered remains of one golden arm falling around him like glittering ash.

The remaining four arms hovered ominously, preparing their next attack.

"Still holding back, Clever?" Oliver taunted.

Clever's eyes burned with fury as he uttered three words: "You'll regret this."

The four remaining arms prepared to attack.

Oliver's grin finally faded, replaced by a look of pure exhilaration. "Guess I'll have to kick it up to 50% after all."