The World's most Overpowered Side-Character

Chapter 293: My Win.

"I was looking forward to destroying the Emporium with my own two hands, I wanted to relish in that feeling of crushing you after you dared to tread into my domain and threaten the safety of my family," Sol casually parried Nine's fist to the side, he'd stuck a hand in his pocket and gone completely on the defensive blocking and diverting every attack thrown by the man without moving from the spot he was on, resulting in him standing on a floating mound of rock above a giant crater made from his opponent throwing out devastating attacks one after the other that failed to reach or affect him.

"I wanted to see what the strongest had; granted I was a bit hesitant about the idea that there might be someone in the Emporium stronger than myself, it just meant I would have to work that much harder to fight for what I loved," Sol caught the man's fist and swung him like a towel several times, flashing him mercilessly before releasing him and walking off the rock.

"I thought that I could enjoy the destruction of my enemies like I used to," He closed the distance between the two of them in a single stride, stopping behind Nine and holding out his hand causing the man to slam into his palm coming to a sudden halt.

"What's going on!?" Nine's eyes widened in horror as soon as soon as he could find his balance again, this man had been toying with him for nearly an hour even going as far as ranting and casually fighting him. "How can he be this powerful? This exceeds even his Majesty's court's calculations!" Enjoy new adventures from M V L

Nine bent forward and coughed up a mouthful of blood when Sol blitzed before him and raised his heel in his chest and then he spun and delivered another kick to the back of his neck plunging him into the pit of the crater beneath them then pulled him back to the top with a whip made of mana and punched him again, repeating the same act a third and fourth time before he finally kicked him to the side.

"Everything changed when he appeared, though," Sol caught Nine with the whip and dragged him towards himself once more, catching him by his face and slamming their foreheads together.

"I can't divert my attention for even a moment, knowing damn well that if I do something catastrophic and irreversible will happen; do you understand what I'm saying?" Sol asked, ramming his forehead against Nine's once more and then releasing his face and pressing his hand against the man's chest. "Are you even listening?"

[Force Sun]

An oval phenomena of burning cosmic flames manifested in a rapidly growing explosion against Nine's chest pushing them apart as it collapsed in on itself and vanished before appearing again as a great star-shaped explosion, leaving miles upon miles of molten ground in its wake.

"There's more out there; something incomprehensible which you couldn't even begin to fathom, of course that's not making light on what you've done, the Emporium deserves destruction for their years of tyranny, and their many genocides, it's not even just Vatui and Godslayers."

Sol swiped the displaced strand of hair that had gotten loose from his [Forced Sun] explosion.

"You killed off most of the other species in the grand collective, elves, beastmen, so many races on the brink of extinction!" Sol tightened the [mana whip] and dragged Nine right into his heel, sending him cascading down onto the ground and then releasing it.

"I don't understand," Nine mused, crawling out of the crater he'd made as Sol slowly descended before him taking a passive stance as he watched the ninth general coughing from the blow to his stomach and chest earlier. "How?

I am the Ninth General of the Emporium; even if you have power comparable to a universe, my power is supposed to far outscale yours; I am the Ninth!!" He roared slamming his hand on the ground so hard that the entire area beneath the star giving them light compressed and erupted into the air, casting nigh-total darkness as the light was blocked.

"You think I scale to the power of a single universe?" Sol killed the momentum of the explosion with a simple wave of his hand, dismissing everything which obscured his view as he took his other hand from his pocket, staring at Nine while his hair morphed from white to gold and his true Godslayer form was slowly revealed.

"Gold...?" Nine stared in disbelief, if his memory was accurate; he had never seen a Godslayer of gold before, like the Vatui, they traditionally had white hair, even though their powers had always been more obscure and on the mystic and incomprehensible side, he had never seen one with a golden aura before, and what were those rings on before and behind him supposed to be, he'd never seen anything like this.

"While you are here making daily existence a pain in the ass for me; a greater threat looms with the intent to destroy not just my collective; not just the Khalla-Novan Collective or a single group or cluster, race or structure... There is a pillar of festering darkness that will inevitably swallow up and destroy everything the light touches, and I'm the only one who can stand against it."

"I don't care if you're the Emperor himself or his First Lady!" Sol pressed his heel against Nine's forehead and guided him to the bottom of the crater that his outburst had made forcing him against the ground and grinding his heel into his flesh until it began stripping off and bleeding against his white shoes.

"With the balance of all realities weighing on my shoulders, how do you suppose one such as myself would scale to anything inside of the Emporium's scope of expectations?" Sol asked driving Nine's head further into the ground and grinding his teeth.

The land around them began trembling and quaking.

Sol, who was ready to make true to his promise and swiftly end their fight, paused and stared at the man under his heel when something started changing within him; something familiar, changing rapidly, violently.

"Nobody asked," Nine chuckled after his head was buried so deep that his body was arched. "Nobody at all asked!" He reached for Sol's foot, and Sol Raised his leg and kicked him clean out of the moon-sized crater with his brow raised after stomping on him once more for good measure leaving cracks the size of small islands ripping the terrain apart. "Your power scales higher than a sector? So what?

So does mine!" Nine appeared behind Sol like a blur attacking but finding his speed and power once again inadequate as Sol didn't even bother moving other than looking at him and watching his hand break when he tried striking him down.

"Nobody asked you to fight for them, that's a choice you made all on your own; nobody cares for you and your kind, Vatui and Godslayers are nothing but resource, elves, beastmen, what of them? They're lesser, humans are the absolute peak!

The emporium is the greatest power there is and nothing will ever change that; not even you, Sol Vestic." Nine's hand healed with a snap and he drew his sword, causing Sol's eyes to narrow even more when he started sensing dense Godslayer mana inside of it; the weapon felt like it had been composed entirely of mana.

"Mana...?"

"No matter the power you hold, the Emporium only masses to a single percent of the entire Grand collective on a whole, you can't speak for everyone," Sol answered calmly as he stared at the man ripping his torn up shirt away and revealing his battlesuit beneath it.

"You've oppressed and destroyed, pillaged, murdered and ravaged for far too long," Sol stared at the sword in his grasp, sensing hundreds of millions of souls trapped inside of it.

"You Hypocrite!" Nine snapped madly flailing his hands and roaring into the sky.

"Why do you think we were at war in the first place, where do you get off saying such bullshit when your kind have been doing the same for three times the length, at least we incorporated LAW into our daily lives and made our people stronger in the process, you bastard, Godslayers and Vatui are all demons the things you did are unforgivable!"

Sol kept his eyes locked to the man, passively observing him.

"Something's not right here," He moved out of the way slightly, watching the blade slice through the air and leave a cleave through the ground that went on as far as the eye could see.

[clockwork]

"This isn't LAW, he isn't using any tricks, so why?" Sol pondered watching the weapon slowly drift past him a second time, reeling back and delivering a brutal punch to Nine's chest before returning time to normal again as the man hit the ground and left a circular hole through to an underground cavern.

"Why am I sensing the powers of a Godslayer inside of him, what's going on here?" Sol wondered, breaching into the cavern and reaching his hand outwards when the darkness gave way to the glint of the sword reflecting from his light as it came after his neck, when Sol's palm came into contact with the weapon everything that had been confusing to him became as clear as day; Nine wasn't Godslayer, but he was choked to the neck with implants and constantly forcing himself to withhold power.

The sword wasn't purely physical metal as he had suspected, millions of Godslayers had been killed and their bodies placed inside of a pressure chamber, there, they were forced into compression so powerful their bodies and everything that made them was ground into matter and then slowly over the course of several years those bits and pieces were mended together, this was the highest grade of weaponry in all of the Grand Collective, it took over a century to form, and once completed only someone within the range of the top ten most powerful had the skill or mental fortitude to control the living weapon.

Sol was at a loss for words while his mind was flooded with the simultaneous memories of millions of Godslayers who had been killed in cold blood, the Ninth out of ten weapons specially commissioned which had a mind of its own; twisted through tortured souls and anguish.

A weapon that could and would cut anything it touched, not even his cursed sword which was now in Umbra's possession was capable of being this sharp, his mind slowed down as the blade of the weapon seamlessly cut through the barrier he had preemptively set up and sliced into his skin, taking four of his fingers and a chunk of his forearm while Nine laughed, angling the sword upwards at his neck to cleave his head clean off his shoulders.

"Heh-hahaha!" Nine's eyes widened after the weapon had done it once again; causing the mind of a powerful opponent to short out.

"This is my win, Sol Vestic!"