Floating Islands: SSS Gacha Lord

A massive surge of water, crackling with electricity, erupted toward Ragnor. The attack struck with overwhelming force, the combined elements slamming into the enemy Lord. He roared in pain, his massive frame staggering under the assault.

But Ragnor was far from defeated. With a furious yell, he spun his greathammer in a wide arc. The sheer force of the swing broke through the torrent. Taking advantage of the disruption, he dashed clear of the attack zone, narrowly escaping Zefyros's wrath.

As Ragnor repositioned, Zefyros dissolved back into the Wavebreaker Spear, its energy flowing into the weapon and supercharging it once more. Atlas gripped the spear tightly, ready to strike again.

"You damn coward! Hiding behind elemental tricks?! Come fight me like a man, not a child throwing lightning and puddles!"

Ragnor spat blood and snarled, his voice shaking with fury.

"I'll crush you, Atlas! I'll rip that smug face from your skull and grind it beneath my boots!"

Atlas gave a lazy shrug, completely unfazed. "Aw, come on now," he said with a smirk. "Don't get jealous just because your hammer isn't as versatile as my spear."

Ragnor's face was no longer as composed as before. His expression twisted into a snarl as he let out a deafening roar, his body enveloped in a blazing red aura that made his skin appear even more fiery and intense.

Suddenly, he moved with blistering speed, swinging his massive greathammer toward Atlas in a series of brutal, rapid strikes.

Atlas, however, responded with a faint smile. With practiced grace, he shifted his spear behind him, leaped into the air, ducked low, and somersaulted, effortlessly dodging each of Ragnor's frenzied attacks.

Seizing the moment, Atlas spun to Ragnor's side and delivered a precise overhead strike with his spear. The attack landed cleanly, carving a deep gash into Ragnor's left arm.

"I'll kill you, you bastard!" Ragnor roared, his movements becoming even more savage and erratic. His speed increased, his strikes growing fiercer with each swing.

Is he a berserker?

If Ragnor grew stronger the more he was wounded, then a prolonged fight would only put Atlas at a disadvantage.

That meant only one thing, he had to push now. Hard. End it fast, before Ragnor became unstoppable.

Atlas kept moving, circling around him, occasionally summoning Zefyros to unleash powerful attacks. Yet this time, Ragnor braced himself, gritting his teeth and managing to endure the spirit beast's strikes as he continued his relentless assault on Atlas.

"How are you able to fight in this volcanic terrain?" Ragnor bellowed.

"This kind of environment," Atlas replied, parrying an incoming blow before being forced to flip backward from the sheer force, "is a playground for us."

"Are you the ones who train at Flare Peak?"

"We didn't know we were so famous."

Gradually, Ragnor's movements began to slow. The injuries he had sustained were taking their toll, and his once-blistering speed waned. Atlas noticed an opening on Ragnor's left side, a critical vulnerability.

He dashed forward, aiming a sweeping slash from the left, his spear angling directly toward Ragnor's neck.

"Any last words?!"

But just as his strike was about to connect, Ragnor suddenly dropped his weapon and raised both hands into the air.

"I surrender!" Ragnor shouted, his voice booming across the battlefield, drawing everyone's attention.

Atlas's eyes darted to the timer on his system. It had just reached 2 minutes exactly.

His eyes narrowed as Ragnor's lips curled into a sinister grin.

In Ragnor's outstretched hand, a massive fireball ignited, growing rapidly in size and intensity. Before Atlas could react, Ragnor lunged forward, hurling the fiery sphere straight at him.

"You're dead now, Atlas!"

But Atlas moved with blinding speed, stepping back just enough to evade the blazing attack. As the fireball flew past him, he redirected his spear in a swift, lethal arc. The blade struck true, severing Ragnor's hand cleanly at the wrist.

Ragnor froze, his eyes wide with shock and terror as he staggered back.

But Atlas didn't give him time to recover.

In a single fluid motion, Atlas swung his spear again, aiming for Ragnor's neck. The blade struck with precision, slicing through the outer layers of flesh and leaving a deep, gaping wound.

"FUCK—YOU—DAMN BASTARD!" he roared.

"YOU—FREAKING—COWARD! I'LL—TEAR YOUR SPINE OUT—I'LL—KILL YOU—YOU SON OF A—AGHHH!!"

Atlas had truly let Ragnor suffer a grievous wound, left him writhing in agony, and died slowly from blood loss.

"Let's see if your berserker ability can bring you back to life from something that fatal," he said with a faint, cold smile.

Seeing their Lord brought to his knees, Ragnor's troops were consumed by fear. Without leadership or direction, they became easy targets for Atlas's forces.

One by one, soldiers were struck down as they tried to flee, many falling to swift attacks from behind. Blades found their marks, and the battlefield was soon littered with the remnants of a shattered army.

Atlas didn't spare Ragnor another glance. He turned his back on the fallen Lord, walking away slowly as the defeated warrior bled out on the scorched ground.

Stopping for a moment, Atlas closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, steadying himself. His fists tightened as he let the weight of the moment settle.

In the Lord's Battle World, only one law mattered: kill or be killed.

Victory or Nothing!

**

This marked the final battle of the season, and Atlas had swept through every encounter with unbroken victories. Even now, he secured yet another decisive win.

[Arcane Shards: 5,025]

[Gold: 5,458]

[Rank Points: 140 (Rank-1 Seeker, Division 3)]

[Combatants: 65]

[Workers: 16]

With the battle concluded, all troops retreated back to Gacha Haven, their home island. Behind them, the warzone began to dissolve, the floating earth crumbling and falling away, once again separating the two floating islands.

But this time, Atlas had won an All-Out Confrontation, granting him full claim over the enemy's floating island and everything on it. Slowly, the defeated island began to drift toward Gacha Haven, preparing to merge with its new master's territory.

Atlas received a UI prompt, allowing him to choose where to attach the new island. He carefully selected a position that would maximize both utility and defense before finalizing the process. The conquered island shifted and aligned, seamlessly joining with Gacha Haven.

The acquired territory already had several structures that could be put to use, though some would need to be relocated for strategic purposes.

Atlas also noted that he would need to construct additional defensive points around the expanded perimeter of his now larger domain.

The new island itself bore the scars of its previous owner's control over terrain. While there were patches of grass and clusters of trees, much of its surface was scorched, dry, and rugged. A stark contrast to the well-tended beauty of Gacha Haven, which Mira and her team had maintained with meticulous care.

Despite its current state, Atlas knew it was only a matter of time before the new land would be transformed. Under Mira's capable hand, the barren landscape would soon flourish and blend seamlessly with the rest of Gacha Haven.

Atlas reviewed the results of the war one last time, taking stock of his gains. His experience points had climbed significantly!

[Exp: 212,231/217,396]