NOVEL WEB CHAPTER 183: ATTACK TOGETHER
Boom!
The arena shook as the sound echoed across the battlefield. Then—silence. Not a word from the spectators. Not a breath, not a whisper. The thousands of Titans, creatures known for their pride and bloodlust, sat frozen. Their gazes were locked onto the center of the arena, their minds struggling to process what they were seeing.
It was nothing like they had imagined when the battle began.
Lying there, broken and battered, was Zenith—their champion, their pride. His massive frame twitched unconsciously, sprawled across the stone floor, his blood pooling like spilled ink. Crimson stained the ground, painting grotesque patterns beneath him. Bits of torn flesh and internal organs were scattered amidst the gore, a testament to the sheer brutality he had suffered.
Standing over him was Greg, untouched, his expression one of mild annoyance.
"What? You're done already? That can't be happening... I'm not done yet," Greg said, tapping Zenith's limp body like a child nudging a toy that had stopped working.
He tilted his head and sighed. "Looks like he's out cold."
His voice was light—too light. As if he hadn't just singlehandedly annihilated the strongest warrior of the demonic Titans.
"He is a demon. A true demon…" That single thought echoed through the minds of every Titan present.
Greg slowly rose into the sky, hovering above the bloodstained arena. His dark silhouette against the light gave him the appearance of a god descending from the heavens—or perhaps a devil ascending from hell.
He turned his gaze toward the stands, toward the hundreds of Titans who still sat rooted in place.
"Your champion, your strongest warrior... he's out cold. He couldn't live up to the name of the great demonic Titans," Greg declared, his voice amplified by aura and power. "He has shamed your might. But I'm merciful... So I'll give you all a chance to redeem yourselves."
A smile stretched across his face. A real smile. One that showed his teeth, one he rarely wore, and that made it all the more terrifying.
"Come at me. All of you. Together."
The arena remained still. Not a single Titan moved.
"If we fight him, we're dead," they all thought, their bodies paralyzed by fear.
"You're not coming after me?" Greg continued, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk. "Then I'll come to you. And when I do… death will be the lover you truly desire and beg for."
He cracked his knuckles, the sound sharp and final.
Gasps echoed through the arena. Shock turned into disbelief. Disbelief melted into horror.
"He's serious..." one Titan muttered under his breath.
They had seen arrogance before. They had even embraced it. But this... this was something else. Greg wasn't just confident—he was capable.
"We sit here, we die. We go, we die still... Damn it! It's better to die with skill than to die as cowards!" a Titan roared, leaping from his seat. He bared his fangs and dashed toward Greg with fury, his hands spread wide to crush him in a single blow.
Boom!
The Titan was flung backward like a rag doll, his body spinning through the air before crashing against the ground. He didn't move again.
Greg didn't even flinch.
"Well, that was a poor attempt," Greg muttered. "Come on, the rest of you. We don't have all day."
The dread in the arena became unbearable.
All sense of pride had vanished. There was no room for fury. No thoughts of vengeance. Only terror.
"He's coming!" another Titan screamed as Greg began descending toward the stands. "Run! Run for your lives!"
Panic erupted.
The once-proud Titans—warriors who had brought ruin to entire lands—were now scattering like mice before a predator. They scrambled over seats, pushed each other, clawed to escape.
And Greg... Greg was laughing.
He chased them down one by one, like a cat toying with cornered prey. Each punch he delivered was enough to knock out a Titan instantly. He moved through them effortlessly, his refreshing smile standing in grim contrast to their faces, twisted in horror and desperation.
Ten minutes passed. Then twenty.
And finally, Greg stood atop the last fallen body.
"That was the last one," he muttered, sitting casually on the chest of an unconscious Titan. His breathing was steady. He wasn't even tired. "This really was refreshing," he added, lying back with a satisfied sigh.
"Time to check my new skills," he said, stretching lazily. "Status window."
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User: Nemesis
Job: ?????
Level: 85 (10,182,756 / 10,200,000 EXP)
Health: 170,000
Strength: 1036 (+518)
Speed: 1124 (+562)
Stamina: 924
Intelligence: 901
Constitution: 889
Divinity: 1003
Free Attribute Points: 0
Talents:
S-rank talent – Talent Share
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Concepts:
DEATH
ABSOLUTE RESOLUTION
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Bloodline:
Primogenitor Bloodline – Abyssal Pyro Tidal Dragon Bloodline
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Divinity Skills:
[Independent Space (upgraded)]: 1km³ space for Greg and his worshippers. Fully controllable.
[Observation]: Monitor follower stats, reverence, and skills.
[Bestowment]: Grant skills or stats. Stats are permanent unless revoked.
[Exp Generator (upgraded)]: Absorb 30% of follower experience.
[Divine Construction]: Create structures. Drains divinity based on design.
[Divine Might (new)]: Boost all stats by 1% per divinity point for 10 minutes.
[Avatar Creation (new)]: Create up to 5 avatars, each with up to 70% of Greg's power.
[Race Creation (new)]: Design a new race. 100% loyal to Greg. Can never betray him. (Uses 1000 divinity points. 1 race only.)
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Greg blinked.
Only one new skill?
But what a skill it was. His fingers trembled slightly—not from fear, but anticipation.
"Race Creation..." he whispered. "A race loyal only to me..."
The possibilities flooded his mind.
But before he could think further, he stood up and turned his gaze to the battlefield. Titan bodies littered the arena like discarded corpses, but he knew better.
"It's been thirty minutes already," Greg called out, his voice calm. "Stop pretending to be dead… or I might get angry and start hitting all of you again."
He began to count casually. "One… two… three… four…"
"We're up!" Zenith's strained voice cut through the silence.
He staggered to his feet, his body barely holding together. Blood dripped from his mouth, but his knees did not buckle. He knew the cost of defiance.
Greg grinned.
"Good. I was starting to get irritated."
His expression darkened.
"Now, the real reason I came here… Pledge your allegiance. Serve me as your god, and live. Refuse… and I leave you no choice but to die."
A cold pressure blanketed the entire arena. Greg's aura surged—divine, merciless, absolute.
The Titans trembled.