Unrivaled in another world

[: 3rd POV :] 

[: Congratulations, you have reached Level 1000:]

[: Congratulations, you have received a gift pack :] 

[: To break through to Rank S, the Host would need to kill 1000 Beings and absorb 100 Orange Mana Stones :] 

As Daniel destroyed the final monster on a molten land inhabited by fiery monsters, he had reached Level 1000 after 1 month of continuous killing and destroying monsters to no end. 

The aftermath of the battlefield was silent. 

Smoke curled from the craters and blackened rocks, and the corpses of monsters—flames still clinging to their broken forms—lay scattered like charred memories.

Daniel stood atop a ridge of obsidian, his cloak torn and drifting with the wind, his silver-violet eyes gazing into the dying embers of yet another battlefield.

And then, the system echoed in his mind.

Daniel narrowed his eyes slightly as the final monster beneath his boot turned to ash.

He slowly exhaled, his breath calm amidst the carnage.

"One thousand more, huh?" he muttered, his tone detached—but a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"And a hundred stones that I don't even know where to find'' He said.

But it didn't take long to find the first clue.

High above the clouds—beyond what ordinary wings could carry—was a floating landmass, suspended by ancient gravitational fields and strands of condensed mana.

The Sky Island. 

Rumours echoed through the forbidden land of its existence—a haven above the storms, where dragons bathed in starlight and ancient mana pulsed undisturbed.

But for Daniel, it wasn't the sky that interested him.

It was what he saw glowing at its heart.

An Orange Mana Vein.

It was massive, pulsing and wild.

Like a burning river of raw, condensed divinity.

But it was not unguarded.

As Daniel appeared on the island, standing at the edge of the sky and gazing upward, the clouds parted, and the sky screamed.

A deafening roar tore through the air as thousands of winged figures broke formation.

Descending like a divine storm.

[: Lava-Winged Wyverns :]

[: Trait: Inferno Plating (Scales glow with molten fire and reflect heat-based damage) :]

[: Innate: Blazing Dive (Their bodies ignite as they fall, turning into living meteors) :]

[: Bloodline: Emberdrake Lineage – descendants of ancient draconic warlords :]

Their cries echoed with fury, their wings leaving trails of fire as they circled the floating continent.

Daniel's gaze didn't waver.

"Hmph. Guess the skies don't want to give it up easily."

Then came the largest among them, a towering beast, crowned with jagged golden horns, its wings spanning hundreds of meters.

Its body shimmered with volcanic light, and every movement exhaled heat that warped the very air.

[: Greater Wyvern: Ka'roth :]

[: Trait: Tyrant Flame Core (Generates limitless thermal energy; immune to burn and fire-based effects) :]

[: Innate: Scorch Dominion (Can command all lower-ranked fire-based creatures and amplify their strength) :]

[: Bloodline: Highborn Pyrodrake – directly descended from the Fallen Flame Dragon :]

[: The massive wyvern roared, and the heavens trembled.

"You dare reach for what belongs to the sky, mortal?! You crawl from the mud and think yourself worthy?!"

Daniel stared silently, his expression unreadable.

He floated upward, stepping gently into the air as if gravity itself had stopped applying to him.

His eyes burned—not with anger, but with something far more dangerous.

He spoke, soft… cold.

"Get out of my way."

Ka'roth's laughter thundered. "A thousand of us—ONE of you. You will not pass, pretender. You will burn."

Daniel raised a hand.

The air bent.

The clouds hissed and parted.

And then—

Void spears screamed into the sky, tearing through three wyverns before they even realised they'd been targeted.

A ripple of Essence Devouring followed—waves of invisible hunger that drained flame, life, and thought from anything it touched.

Wyverns fell like torched feathers.

"Impossible! He—he's erasing them?!"

Ka'roth dove, flames roaring from his wings like a sun falling from the sky.

But Daniel vanished.

[: Void Step :]

He appeared above, his eyes locked.

A pulse of destruction, aura, and command all surged at once—End of Epoch flaring behind his silhouette like a god descending into war.

And then he spoke once more.

"Burn the sky if you want. I'll just erase it."

Seconds later, the skies above the Sky Archipelago darkened—not with clouds, but with fire.

Thousands of Lava-Winged Wyverns let loose their fury as blazing meteors fell from their wings, their scaled bodies igniting in crimson light as they invoked their Blazing Dive, hurling themselves at Daniel like a rain of falling suns.

"Burn, mortal! BURN WITH US!" they screamed in unison, their roars shaking the heavens.

Ka'roth, the Greater Wyvern, circled above them all, his voice like a furnace erupting.

"Children of flame—ignite the sky! Let no shadow remain! Let no blasphemer breathe beneath our domain!"

A symphony of destruction followed.

Dozens of firestorms collided midair.

Spirals of molten magma surged.

Ash clouds and explosions cloaked the battlefield in chaos.

Their Inferno Plating shimmered with untouchable heat.

Their coordinated formation twisted in beautiful, horrifying elegance.

And yet…

Through it all, Daniel never moved.

Floating midair—untouched, unburnt, unswayed—his form looked more like a mirage than a man.

Every fiery claw, every burning wing, every cursed blaze passed through him as if striking nothing.

Their war cries turned into gasps.

"Why—why aren't our attacks landing?!"

"He's not dodging… he's not even defending—"

Daniel's eyes slowly opened, pale silver irises flashing like stars seen through the void.

And then it began.

[: Essence Devouring :]

Invisible tendrils of hunger lashed out from him, reaching everything nearby.

Wyverns howled as their flames dimmed midair, their veins of molten heat turning to dim embers.

One by one, they plummeted, screeching—not in pain, but in confusion.

"My fire… my wings… what is happening to me?!"

Then came Ka'roth.

His wings flared wide, the sky itself bowing to the overwhelming power of his Tyrant Flame Core.

The temperature spiked so high that the clouds boiled away.

His body began to glow… then shift.

"You are no mortal… but even so, I will not fall."

He opened his maw and bellowed to the sun.

"I invoke my BLOODLINE—MY TRUE FORM!"

A vortex of fire surrounded him, twisting with divine heat.

His size doubled...no, tripled.

Crimson horns twisted longer, his tail shimmered like a burning whip, and his wings split into six jagged, obsidian membranes glowing like volcanoes.

The flames around him stopped behaving like fire.

They bent like they worshipped him.

"I AM FIRE INCARNATE! A GOD OF FLAME AND SKY!" he roared with a draconic howl so loud it split stone in distant mountains.

But Daniel?

He raised a single hand.

An overwhelming pulse of Annihilation Aura emanated outward—a quiet, steady hum—and all noise died.

Ka'roth's fire stuttered.

"W-What is this?! What are you doing?!"

"Returning everything," Daniel muttered, "to nothing."

He clenched his hand.

The flames flickered, and the mana around Ka'roth screamed—and then, began to drain.

His true form, forged from eons of heritage, began to crack, flaking away like brittle stone exposed to frost.

"No… no no no! My form—my lineage! I AM THE SKY!"

Daniel hovered forward, slowly, his body surrounded by swirls of collapsing space, fragments of Void Singularity hovering behind him like a halo.

The final blow didn't come in a flash.

It came in a whisper.

His eyes locked on Ka'roth, who still clung to the last embers of his might.

And he whispered…

"End."

A ripple surged through reality.

There was no explosion and no cry.

Ka'roth's body… simply ceased.

Like he had never taken that breath. 

His ashes didn't fall because there were none.

Silence fell across the sky.

The surviving wyverns, those not yet erased by Devouring or Aura, trembled in the air.

Some tried to flee.

Others just… stopped flying and accepted the fall.

But eventually, all of them had met their end. 

Daniel drifted downward through the clouds, unscathed, as the Orange Mana Vein pulsed beneath him in its radiant, furious glow.

He stepped gently onto the island's floating edge, gazed at the ancient vein…

His hand touched the surface.

And the sky itself began to hum with power.