Landlord World - Start with SSS talent

Noan was stunned by the situation before him but knew there was no turning back now.

If he couldn't defeat Aldric, he couldn't escape, nor could he save Maya.

The Abyss Cube in Noan's hand transformed into a chain, immediately shooting toward Aldric.

Aldric sensed something approaching, but with an entire mountain weighing down on his back, he could not resist.

A strange chain wrapped tightly around his body, its tip a spinning needle rotating at a terrifying speed.

Aldric frowned, his eyes glancing toward Noan in the distance as he said irritably, "Do you really intend to go against the government?"

Noan didn't respond because he knew any words would be meaningless.

If he asked for Maya, would Aldric hand her over? The answer was no.

A 100% compatibility—just that alone was enough to make Maya a gift from God in their eyes. How could they so easily throw away such a gift?

Moreover, if he spoke up, even using magic to alter his voice, Aldric could still use it to trace information about him.

Don't think it's unreasonable—for a 'Fate Holder,' everything makes sense.

The needle spun like a drill, lunging toward Aldric.

CLANG!

A harsh metallic sound rang out as the needle struck the centre of Aldric's forehead, yet it caused no damage and didn't even move forward a single millimetre.

"Foolish! I told you—"

BAM!

"ACK!"

Before Aldric could finish his sentence, a pressure even more terrifying than what he was already bearing crashed down upon him as if two mountains were now crushing his back.

The ground sank deeper, shattering into countless pieces, with cracks spreading in all directions like a violent earthquake was tearing through the land.

At that moment, a drop of fresh blood dripped from where the needle had pierced Aldric's forehead.

Noan realized Aldric's defence was starting to weaken. He immediately attempted to use spatial magic.

However, he soon realized that it was useless. Aldric's level and defences were far too overwhelming.

The same method he used to defeat Alex wouldn't work on Aldric.

Vylyss hovered above, unmoving, as if she had become a stone statue.

Her face showed no emotion. The black wings stretching behind her slowly spread, consuming the space around her like ink bleeding through the water.

…

In the distance, a government officer witnessed the scene unfolding. One raised a magic rifle, aiming it at Noan's head.

His finger was just about to pull the trigger when a crow suddenly appeared, perching right on the gun barrel.

"What?! What the hell is this?" The officer flinched in shock upon realizing that the crow had only one eye—but that eye was so large it sent a chill down his spine.

"Shh!" At that moment, a voice whispered in his ear, "This is their battle. You are not allowed to interfere."

The voice was haunting and seductive, yet it carried an overwhelming sense of menace.

"Look!"

"Feathers? No… crow feathers!"

"What is going on? Crow feathers? Why are there so many of them?"

Crow feathers filled the sky like rain, a surreal sight that began to stir unease among the government personnel.

But then, an overwhelming wave of drowsiness suddenly swept over them, leaving them defenceless against it.

One by one, they collapsed to the ground.

…

Back to Noan.

At this point, he couldn't get too close to Aldric because the space around Aldric seemed to be compressed to its absolute limit.

Even to the naked eye, the distortion in the air was visible—space itself twisted and warped like fabric being crumpled by invisible hands.

And yet, Aldric miraculously remained standing at the centre, alive.

More than that—he was still resisting. His hands were clenched so tightly they had turned white, and a needle was still lodged into his forehead, struggling to pierce through his skull.

Aldric gritted his teeth, frowning as he muttered, "Quite strong… but this alone isn't enough to defeat me."

"With unshakable faith in justice, in the name of the Royal Guard, I summon you—"

"Lancer!"

In the distance, Malrik had been observing everything—from what happened to the government agents to the battle between Noan and Aldric.

To say he had been pushed out of the battlefield would be wrong. More accurately, he had chosen to remove himself from it.

At that moment, the knight Lancer was tightly bound by countless spirits, unable to move.

It trembled as if desperately trying to break free, but there were too many spirits.

In addition, the hellfire continuously burned away at its energy, rendering it unable to use any magic or skills.

"Well! Well! Well! Calm down now. You're nothing more than a suit of armour that can move," Malrik said, holding a thick book in his hand as he looked toward the knight Lancer. "If I wished it, you could become one of the tortured souls writhing in agony here."

"However, you're still useful, so I let you live. So stay quiet. I need to observe the wheel of fate turning for them."

The knight Lancer, bound by countless spirits, suddenly vanished at that very moment.

Even as he witnessed the scene, Malrik showed no surprise. He simply remained silent, watching it all unfold.

"Aren't you going to save him?" a voice suddenly spoke from behind Malrik.

Malrik didn't turn around. He responded softly, "This is the path of the wheel of fate. I do not need to interfere."

"Though dangerous, this is a turning point for our master."

At that, the person behind Malrik sighed quietly, then turned and walked away.

…

Noan heard Aldric's scream, and worry surged in his heart.

He knew Aldric had many trump cards, and the fact that Aldric was a 'Fate Holder' only made those cards even more terrifying.

He turned and looked toward the container truck, despair flooding his chest.

Noan tried again, charging toward the container, throwing a punch with all his might.

BAM!

The pressure exploded, turning into a shockwave that radiated outward.

However, his fist only struck the protective barrier surrounding it, unable to even touch the container itself.

"Maya…" Noan muttered. But he didn't stop—he continued punching the vehicle with everything he had.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

However, the vehicle remained completely still, and the magical barrier surrounding it showed no signs of cracking under Noan's power.

At this point, Noan seemed to lose all patience. He unleashed the full extent of his talents.

His fist turned pitch black, resembling Urlgan's skin, and was engulfed in a flame of blue and green.

Even the space around his fist began to warp and distort.

The three most powerful innate abilities he possessed were now all focused on this one punch.

If it failed, he would have to flee. But if it succeeded, then all of his efforts would be worth it.

BAAAM!!!

A thunderous explosion rang out. Countless space ripples burst from where his fist collided with the magical barrier, turning into fierce gusts of wind blowing in all directions.

Crack!

Suddenly, a small fracture appeared on the surface of the protective magic.

Noan saw that crack as a beacon of hope and poured every ounce of strength into breaking through the magical defence.

Aldric sensed it. He turned his gaze toward Noan, and his eyes became deadly serious.

He reached out, and the Lancer from earlier materialized once more in his hand.

"It seems I underestimated you," Aldric muttered. "If you won't become my ally, then you must die."

"Allowing someone like you to live would endanger the peace of the Empire and the Government."

"In the name of justice and law, I will annihilate you with all my strength—even if it costs my life."

Aldric's body radiated a divine and majestic glow as he finished speaking.

BANG!

The surrounding spatial pressure shattered. The energy compressed to its limit erupted in an explosion, unleashing a shockwave that swept out in all directions.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The shockwave was so powerful that it blew away everything in its path—even massive stones and multi-ton vehicles were hurled into the air, unable to resist the sheer force.

Within a ten-mile radius, everything was scattered like leaves in the wind.

Noan was blasted backward and flung through the air for an unknown distance before crashing into a large boulder that finally stopped his momentum.

Aldric wore a suit of heavy white armour covered in glowing golden magical runes.

In his hand was the Lancer, and his eyes locked onto Vylyss, who was still hovering high above, seemingly unaffected by the earlier explosion.

Suddenly, Aldric bent slightly at the waist, and then—

BAM!

A loud boom erupted beneath his feet as he launched like a cannonball, hurtling toward Vylyss at a terrifying speed.

Seeing Aldric rushing toward her, Vylyss suddenly swung her spear.

KENG!

The spear and the lancer clashed, sending out a powerful energy wave in all directions.

Aldric frowned. He sensed something strange.

"You are…"