Reborn With the Infinite Gods System

Chapter 94 Metorion Cell

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*A Day Ago...*

Sekhmet stood still, sober for the first time in what felt like years. His usual bravado had dissipated, replaced by a deep, chilling fear—a fear not for his life, but for something far worse. The candidate had faced death countless times, but this... this was different. His breath hitched as his gaze locked onto the piercing, pitch-black irises of the man before him.

They weren't the eyes of an ordinary murderer—they held something darker. In those void-like eyes, Sekhmet saw it.

"Fate."

It wasn't just Sekhmet who was frozen in terror; the entire room had come to a standstill. The Fatek boss, the other two lieutenants, even the air itself seemed to thicken with dread, pressing down on them like an invisible hand. But why? What was this force that made even the fiercest warriors tremble?

"Is this... mind control?" Sekhmet snarled through gritted teeth, trying with all his strength to move. "No... it's too strong. Too unnatural." He couldn't lift a finger, couldn't twitch a muscle. The only thing that moved was his mouth, but even that felt like a struggle.

Hendricks, the orchestrator of this madness, calmly reached out and ran his fingers through Sekhmet's hair, as if savoring the moment. "You see," Hendricks whispered, his voice soft but dripping with malice, "I've already taken control of the Mother Cell. Soon, I'll feed you to her. Your cells will become her nourishment, and from them, I will create a god—one bound to me. A slave for eternity."

He pointed toward Captain Rowin, who stood immobilized, his eyes wide with helpless fury. "All of you... every single one of you are just puppets in my grand play. My dream is to become a true god—ruler of all races, all beings, and every soul in this universe. And it begins with you, Sekhmet. I'll kill a candidate today, and then, I'll hunt the system itself."

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**Now**

Axel charged toward Metorion Cell, his sword—the *Rage of Hell*—gripped tightly in his hand. His heart pounded, but his resolve remained unshaken. As he swung his sword with all his might at Metorion Cell's throat, the creature reacted with incredible speed, jerking its head back just in time. A split second later, its tail lashed out with deadly precision.

[Deceased Touch activated.]

Axel's instincts kicked in. Instead of dodging, he grabbed onto the tail, holding it with all his strength, hoping his ability would start decaying the creature's flesh. For a moment, the tail did seem to wither, but to his shock, the decay stopped abruptly, and the flesh began to heal almost instantly.

'What the...?' Axel's eyes widened in disbelief. His skills were useless—this thing wasn't just strong, it was evolving before his very eyes. The realization hit him like a wave of cold water. He barely had time to process this when Metorion Cell's fist came crashing toward his face.

Axel twisted his body at the last second, narrowly avoiding the blow by an inch. 'His evolution is on another level,' Axel thought, his mind racing. 'My normal abilities won't work on him... I'll have to rely on my sword.'

With renewed determination, Axel swung his sword upward, aiming for Metorion Cell's face. But the creature didn't even bother to dodge. Instead, it opened its maw and bit down hard on the blade, shattering it with a sickening snap.

"Damn it!" Axel cursed under his breath as the broken pieces of his sword clattered to the ground. Before he could react, the ground beneath him split open, revealing a white spike that shot upward, impaling him in the gut. Axel gasped, expecting the searing pain of a fatal wound, but instead, the spike dissolved into thin air the moment it touched his flesh.

No blood. No injury. Nothing.

Axel's mind reeled. 'What kind of attack was that?' His eyes locked onto Metorion Cell, who was grinning with sadistic amusement. The creature's smirk sent a chill down his spine.

"I see..." Metorion Cell's voice dripped with mockery. "That's how you use your abilities, isn't it?"

Axel's blood ran cold as the creature's words sank in. *He used his ability to learn all of my skills...*

Axel dropped the remnants of his sword and clenched his fists. This battle was going to be far more difficult than he had anticipated.

"Before we really start," Metorion Cell said, his voice casual as he waved his hand. His mother, the Mother Cell, was suspended mid-air behind him, floating like a grotesque specter. With a flick of his wrist, she drifted to the side, hovering near the wall. "Holding her here will only delay your death."

Axel's stomach churned. *He's so confident that he doesn't even need to hold his hostage anymore. He's toying with me...*

Metorion Cell's eyes gleamed. "Now... let's begin." He lunged forward, thrusting his elbow toward Axel's face with blinding speed.

Axel leaped to the side, barely avoiding the strike, but the ground shattered beneath him as the sheer force of the blow sent debris flying. Without missing a beat, Axel retaliated, delivering a fierce punch to Cell's face. The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the air, shattering the floor beneath them and sending grit flying in all directions.

Cell's head jerked slightly, and his face tore open, revealing a gruesome view of his skull. But before Axel could press the advantage, Cell's flesh mended in an instant, as if the injury had never occurred. A guttural growl escaped Cell's throat as he slammed his fist into Axel's gut, sending him stumbling backward.

Axel doubled over, clutching his abdomen, but before he could recover, Cell was already upon him. With a flick of his wrist, Cell materialized a sword from the very air, its blade gleaming ominously. He brought it down with terrifying force, aiming for Axel's head.

Axel dodged at the last second, but the sword still grazed his side, tearing deep into his flesh. "AHHH!" Axel cried out in pain as he fell to the ground, his vision swimming.

"You're weak," Cell sneered, dismissing the sword as it dissolved into nothingness. He turned away from Axel, his gaze shifting toward the other two battling the Fatek Boss with all their might. Cell took a step forward, intending to join the fray and end the fight, but suddenly...

*Grab!*

Cell froze. A massive hand had gripped his shoulder, the pressure overwhelming. His eyes darted down, then to Axel, who lay limp on the floor. He was... dead, wasn't he?

No.

Axel stood before him, perfectly fine. His eyes burned with an unearthly intensity. Read new adventures at mvl

"How?" Cell stammered, panic creeping into his voice despite his efforts to remain composed. "How are you in two places at once?"

Axel stepped closer, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "You consumed a god and now you think you *are* one? How pathetic."

Cell snarled in fury, spinning around to unleash a deadly beam of black energy from his maw. The energy crackled with malevolent power, sizzling as it streaked toward Axel.

[Avoid this! A single touch will destroy your soul and flesh.]

Axel heard the system's warning, but ignored it. With a calm confidence, he pointed his index finger at Cell. Dark purple energy surged around his hand, forming into a massive bolt of lightning that collided with Cell's beam. The two energies clashed violently, canceling each other out in an explosion of flickering light and vapor.

"I was born to be a god," Axel mused, the lightning crackling more intensely around his body. "And now, I finally have the power to prove it."

[Zeus Binding Successful.]