Unrivaled in another world

[: 3rd POV :] 

It had been one month.

Thirty long, relentless days since Daniel descended upon the Forbidden Continent, once a living nightmare for any unfortunate enough to enter it.

Now, it whispered his name in fear.

The skies above had shifted.

The winds no longer howled with freedom.

Some of the monsters that once ruled the land had grown quiet, their hunting grounds now graveyards.

A shadow darker than night had swept across the continent, and its name… was Daniel.

In just a month, he had erased over a million monsters.

Daniel stood atop the remains of a shattered canyon—what was once a fortress of stone ruled by titanic, winged beasts whose roars could shatter cliffs.

Now, nothing remained but floating dust and cracked silence.

"Next," he muttered.

No celebration. No pause.

Just a purpose.

He had walked through searing deserts where molten worms twisted through glass dunes, only to find themselves drained of essence the moment they surfaced.

He'd crossed forests where monstrous spiders larger than houses spun webs that could snare dragons, only to be swallowed by the abyssal pull of a silent black orb that devoured spell, soul, and sky.

Thunderous ogres, shifting shadowbeasts, serpents with bodies that wrapped mountains—none had survived more than a moment in his presence.

Sometimes he looked—and they died.

He walked through frost-bitten fields, through sunless jungles, and scorched obsidian valleys—crushing monsters not just with strength, but presence alone.

Everywhere he went, whispers followed.

"He's coming—he erased an entire cliff village with a single breath!"

"I saw him… he looked at my kin, and they simply died. Without a touch!"

"He's not a mortal!… He's not human—he's something else."

And yet Daniel remained indifferent. His voice was calm. His eyes were sharp.

He walked like someone who'd already seen the end of the world.

One of the beasts—a massive, scaled brute with a molten crown and a voice like lava—roared as it rose from the crater of a volcano.

"You dare enter my land, little fleshling?! I am the crowned death of the Fireblood Peaks!"

Daniel didn't blink. He merely raised a hand, and the creature's volcanic blood began to boil against its will.

Before the monster could finish a scream, its body was swallowed by a void, erasing it.

Another time, in the frozen lands, frost serpents circled above him.

One sneered, coiling through the skies. "You don't belong here, warmblood."

"I don't belong anywhere," Daniel replied—and his voice alone turned the wind against them.

They were flung down, torn apart by the very snow they had once ruled.

Sometimes they attacked—and the blow passed through him like wind through ghosts.

Other times, he raised a hand, and the world itself responded in terror.

The winds would shape into lances, the earth would bend to crush, air would scream, and a single command would unravel all meaning.

He moved through battlefields without slowing.

Thornstorms, divine flames, lightning barrages—all thrown at him in blind desperation.

Yet they either passed through his form, were swallowed into the endless pull of the void, or were sent screaming back with doubled vengeance.

The entire plains vanished when he uttered a single word.

Mountains collapsed under the pressure of his silence.

Forests rotted from within as his aura devoured their life.

Not once did he fall back.

Not once did he bleed.

"It's still not enough", he muttered, wiping bloodless dust from his clothes.

The world had stopped trying to keep track. Numbers meant nothing when he moved.

He wasn't merely a hunter anymore.

He was a calamity that couldn't be measured.

He had traversed crimson seas infested with horrors that had never once seen land, and when he left, the ocean boiled dry.

He crossed through ancient ruins protected by sentient statues and time-locked guardians.

They crumbled to ash the moment his foot stepped through the threshold.

Even the sky beasts—those that watched from above in the heavens, avoiding land-walkers—now avoided his gaze.

Because when Daniel looked up, they fell.

But still, he pressed on.

There was no fatigue and no retreat.

His expression never shifted.

His gaze remained sharp, like a blade honed through something deeper than war.

He stood at the edge of a valley, wind ruffling his coat.

Before him lay another battlefield, another world of predators.

But not all victories were loud.

He would walk into a field of beasts—hundreds of them—and not raise a finger.

And yet, they would fall. One by one. Gasping. Shaking. Dead without ever knowing why.

Only he and the wind knew.

He had looked at them.

He breathed in.

"Still not enough," he whispered.

The wind pulsed strangely, as if reality itself listened.

His eyes flickered silver, then violet.

And with a step, he vanished, chasing something deeper.

It was in the first week that Daniel had set foot on the Forbidden Continent.

In that time, the land had become quieter.

Daniel had changed. 

In his journey, he uncovered more than just corpses.

He found Mana Veins—natural arteries of the world's power—and each time, he grew beyond understanding.

Before it was the White Mana View, afterwards, a Blue Mana Vein was buried deep in a snowbound canyon beneath the bones of a forgotten city. The air was freezing. 

He had reached the limits of a D-Rank, and the moment his hand touched it, his body surged.

He had a breakthrough, and his level cap shattered—100 to 300.

"C-Rank…" Daniel muttered. "One step higher."

And within a week, he had maxed it.

His path was not just carved—it was burned into the land itself.

Then came the Purple Mana Vein, nestled within a glass forest corrupted by madness and distortion.

Daniel had to erase time-warping beasts and entities that screamed in languages the world had long forgotten.

But he found it and had absorbed it.

His level cap surged again—from 300 to 500, reaching the B-Rank.

His power had deepened, and his aura changed.

"W-What are you!?" shrieked a many-eyed beast from the storming skies.

Daniel crushed the sky beneath his boot as he hovered midair.

"Still asking that?" he muttered.

"You're the tenth today."

And with a single flick of his aura, the sky beast's wings withered.

The final breakthrough came when he entered a land where everything was on fire—yet nothing burned.

There, embedded deep in the bones of an ancient beast, was a Red Mana Vein.

Daniel stood before it in silence, and he felt its heartbeat.

And when he touched it, his power had increased. 

Level cap: 500 → 1000.

A-Rank.

That day, the monsters of the continent hid.

Not from fear, but from hopelessness.

Every time he ranked up, the system chimed with eerie cheer.

[: Congratulations! Rank Up Achieved. Milestone Reached. :]

[: Reward: Gift Pack Granted. Opening… :]

He had discovered that the gift pack would always reward him with points, but it wasn't fixed and was based randomly. 

But after a month, Daniel had amassed 250,000 Points.

It wasn't a mountain, but it was still a good progress. 

''Time for more hunting,'' He declared without resting.