Unrivaled in another world

[: 3rd POV :] 

Ever since that day, Daniel had not slowed down.

No—he accelerated.

Driven by sheer will and an unrelenting hunger for progress, he tore through the continent like a natural disaster wrapped in flesh and golden aura.

Gate after gate collapsed before him.

Monsters—some ancient, some bred for extinction—screamed in defiance, but none survived to scream twice.

His movements were precise, merciless, and tireless.

Not a day passed without the skies darkening above a battlefield where Daniel stood alone against hundreds of thousands—and walked away without a scratch.

He didn't rest.

Didn't flinch.

Didn't falter.

They called him Death Calamity.

A name whispered by dying warlords and trembling generals. A title that devoured reputations and dissolved morale.

But in time, something changed.

The continent itself, once known as the Forbidden Continent—a place feared for its sheer density of impossible horrors and unending chaos—earned a new reputation.

It was still forbidden.

But not because of the monsters.

Not because of the Gates.

Not anymore.

Now, it was forbidden to speak of him.

Of the calamity in human skin.

The one who tore through millions of monsters like wind through grass.

The one whose gaze sent evolved predators into instinctual retreat.

The one who made Overlords beg and unmade them with a flick of his hand.

Even the monstrous survivors—those who had fled from his wrath, those who had watched from the shadows—refused to utter his name.

Not out of respect.

But out of fear.

Legends said that to speak his name aloud was to invite doom.

That somewhere, somehow, he'd hear it.

And come.

And when he did, nothing remained.

Even the land remembered his steps.

Cities once home to colossal beasts were now silent graveyards; blackened husks beneath an eternally trembling sky.

However, beyond the destruction and relentless battles, there were things Daniel had begun to uncover—layers beneath the carnage, discoveries that only someone like him, someone who dared to push forward without hesitation, could ever stumble upon.

One of them was a secret nestled deep within his own body, his physique, honed and evolved far beyond what most beings could comprehend.

It was known as Endless Expansion.

At first, it appeared as just another passive benefit, but it's also an unusual storage technique.

But as he tested its limits, he realised something staggering: there were no limits.

Daniel could store anything within himself—items, weapons, essence stones, magical materials, ancient scrolls, entire fortresses worth of loot.

It didn't matter the size.

It didn't matter the number.

He had once stored a broken skyship without even realising it.

Another time, a mountain's worth of treasure disappeared into his storage with a casual wave of his hand.

There was only one restriction: he could not store living beings.

Not even souls.

But even with that limitation, the potential was insane.

Over time, Daniel's Endless Expansion had become something of a myth on its own.

Entire battlefields were stripped bare after his fights.

Gates were cleared not just of enemies, but of anything valuable they had ever guarded.

He had amassed millions of items.

From simple steel to divine alloys lost to time.

From forgotten books of sealed knowledge to relics of a civilisation so ancient that perhaps no one has ever heard of it. 

Hercules Gauntlets, crafted in the heart of a dying star and said to grant strength equal to ten thousand titans.

Obsidian of Strength, a crystalline shard imbued with raw force, so dense that entire cities would collapse under its weight.

Armour of the Ancient Titan, a relic set once worn by a giant whose steps cracked the crust of continents.

These were just the examples, but they were legacy pieces—artefacts of a bygone era when lives walked the land of this continent, and the sky trembled from their presence.

And somehow, they had all been buried here, on this continent.

A continent once feared for its monsters—but perhaps more rightfully feared for what it used to be:

A civilisation of unimaginable might.

One that had flourished long before modern empires were even born.

One that had vanished without a trace.

Now, Daniel carried the remnants of that forgotten empire within him.

Not just the loot.

But it's power.

And with each day, with each Gate cleared and monster slain, he wasn't just surviving.

He was reclaiming.

Unlocking.

Becoming something far greater than even the legends dared to describe.

As time passed, Daniel's power grew beyond comprehension.

The sheer weight of his strength began to manifest in ways that the world had never seen before.

His Ring of Devour, his soul weapon, was the catalyst for his unimaginable growth.

Each time he consumed the essence of another being, whether through battle or other means, he absorbed not just their strength but their very essence.

Their stats, everything became his.

His growth was exponential, almost terrifying in its pace.

What once started as subtle increases in his strength began to build into something monstrous.

He became an unstoppable force, and as he continued to devour, his power seemed to overflow.

At times, when he walked, the continent itself trembled beneath him.

The gravity around him, once a steady constant, began to distort.

It felt as if the very forces of nature were struggling to keep him grounded.

Even without using his abilities, Daniel could feel the pull of the world growing heavier, like it couldn't handle his presence.

His weight alone was starting to feel like an oppressive force.

He paused for a moment, standing still amidst the chaos of the battlefield.

His gaze wandered to the ground, feeling the pressure building around him.

"System," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "What's happening?"

[: Because the Host's pure prowess has exceeded what this world could handle. :]

[: No, it has exceeded what a mortal in this should have :]

Daniel's eyes narrowed slightly as he let the words sink in.

He stood tall, his aura pulsing with untamed energy.

The pressure around him, though immense, didn't faze him.

But the thought of being too powerful, of causing the very world to buckle beneath him, was an unsettling realisation.

"Then what should I do?" he asked, his tone now laced with curiosity. "What's the solution?"

[: If I'm right, Host has an item inside the inventory that can seal the Host's prowess. :]

Daniel raised an eyebrow at the suggestion.

He had an item like that?

He quickly reached into his inventory, his mind scanning for the object in question.

His fingers brushed over a simple-looking seal.

The Seal of Power.

The item, a plain-looking relic with no significant features, had been there since his early days on the continent.

It wasn't something he had ever considered using, but now it seemed like the only viable option to keep his immense strength in check.

Without hesitation, Daniel took the Seal of Power into his hand.

The design was simple—an ancient sigil that pulsed with a faint glow.

He knew its function well: the seal allowed him to contain his pure strength, to prevent the world from collapsing beneath his might.

The power of the seal was flexible, allowing him to control how much of his power he wished to suppress.

With a smirk, Daniel decided. "Seal it at 90%."

The moment the words left his mouth, the seal's power activated.

A wave of energy surged through him, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he felt the weight of his own power restrained.

The world, the very air around him, seemed to exhale in relief.

Even at 10% of his total potential, Daniel's power remained staggering.

His stats were still in the millions.

Though sealed, his abilities were far from weak.

His strength, speed, and intelligence were beyond the measure of any ordinary being.

But for now, he was content with the balance, the restraint.

He didn't need to let his full strength loose just yet. 

With a newfound sense of control, Daniel continued his exploration across the continent.

The once-feared land, now devoid of its ancient rulers and their legacies, seemed almost empty.

But as he ventured deeper, he discovered relics of an older, more powerful age.

Ancient weapons, long-forgotten armours, and relics of unimaginable power were scattered across the continent.

Some were half-buried, while others were hidden in forgotten tombs.

One by one, Daniel uncovered them, each item adding to his already immense arsenal.

Eventually, he had equipped some of the forgotten armours on his body. 

[: Embodiment of Strength: A black-and-silver armour that envelops its wearer with an aura of immense power. This legendary suit amplifies all physical and magical stats by 100 times :]

[: Shadow King Gloves: These dark, ethereal gloves shimmer with an eerie, otherworldly glow. When worn, they enhance the wearer's Mana and HP by 10 times, while also increasing all regeneration rates by 100 times. Additionally, they significantly amplify the wearer's affinity with Dark Element, boosting its effectiveness by 20 times :]

[: Boots of Light: Radiant and lightweight, these boots grant the wearer incredible speed, enhancing their movement by 50 times. With the power to sharpen perception and reaction time by 10 times, these boots make their user almost untouchable in combat, able to outpace even the swiftest of opponents.]

[: Haze of the King: A dark purple attire consisting of robes and pants, imbued with a regal, ethereal aura. When worn, it increases the wearer's presence and aura by 10 times, making them exude an intimidating and overwhelming force. This attire is a symbol of royalty and dominion, amplifying the wearer's command over both allies and enemies alike.]