Confrontation

Being pushed against the wall by the astonishingly powerful kinetic force, the cannon-ball sized projectile of Reath metal was attempting to bore through his chest, putting immense pressure on his diaphragm as he struggled to breathe.

["Absolute Freeze"]

As he invoked the universal time-stop to freeze the projectile, he felt a momentary sense of relief as he was able to invoke the spell, however, that hope soon crumbled.

'What…?!' Noah thought.

The projectile was still spinning viciously, pressing against his chest as he put his hands on it, attempting to slow it down though it scraped against the skin of his palms.

'It's not stopping…?! Is this material immune to my time stop?!' He thought.

There was nobody else to blame for this fumble but himself; allowing the sound waves to discombobulate him diminished his abilities temporarily, but it was enough to give Asiimov such an opening. Yet, even such a mistake was not enough to overcome the Creator's Grimoire.

Either way, he relinquished time-stop as he it held no benefit in the current moment, instead bolstering his own strength: ["Absolute Enhancement: Strength: Hercules"]

The advanced form of enhancement caused his physique to bulken with his muscles swelling up and veins pressing against his skin, granting him herculean strength as he gripped the sphere tightly while gritting his teeth.

'If I can't affect its properties directly with magic, then…I'll stop it myself!' He thought.

Managing to get a complete hold of the inhumanly powerful kinetic sphere, he finally moved it off of his chest before slamming it down into the ground with a resounding thud.

"...Huf…"

As his muscles returned to their normal size, he found a large, purple bruise left on his chest that throbbed with a scathing pain.

["Absolute Recover."]

Mending all of the wounds he had acquired thus far, he wiped the residual blood from his lips as a look of utmost anger sat in his eyes when looking towards one of the ceiling cameras.

'Yukio was right. If I don't take this seriously, I could die. Fine then. If you want to play, I'm game,' he thought, 'I'll cut the theatrics and kill you if that's what you want so badly.'

["Absolute Sensory"]

As he expanded his search through the facility, he found his sensory being contained within the metal walls of the room he was currently in.

"--" He paused.

'This Reath metal–it's able to negate magic? It must be part of Asiimov's system, able to stand immune to the effects of System abilities. Still…that won't stop me,' he thought.

There was no more bickering from Asiimov through the intercoms to his surprise, though he didn't care as he bolstered himself with enhancements.

["Absolute Enhancement: Greater Strength"]

[Strength: 20000]

The spell caused the veins visible beneath his skin to turn to a subtly glowing crimson as he exhaled slowly before bursting forward, running straight towards one of the vast walls of Reath.

With a slam of his fist of amplified, godlike strength, the wall blew inward, caving in and allowing him to break through.

It was a less than elegant method, but he was focused and driven enough by his own frustration that he welcomed it, tearing through the durable walls like paper.

Any barrier that stood in his way was broken as he went from room-to-room, wrecking laboratories and spilling unknown experiments without any care.

As more Sentinel soldiers flooded into one of the rooms, surrounding him with enhanced weaponry that he analyzed from a glance, he didn't waste a moment sweeping through them.

["Blood Maelstrom"]

After tearing through a handful of soldiers with his brute strength alone, tearing through them with swipes of his arm, he used their own spilled blood, mending it into a whirlwind of crimson that minced the others.

A bloodbath was left in the aftermath of this spell.

"Where are you?!" He yelled, pointing his words towards the observing cameras.

In response, more turrets and cannons protruded from the floor, ceiling, and walls around him, emitting shock charges, sound waves, and a storm of bullets.

None of it was even the buzz of a fly's wings to him at this point as he stomped his foot down, issuing a shock wave that repelled all of the projectiles, throwing the lab equipment across the room in the process as the floor caved in and the walls cracked.

"...Fine then. I'll begin tearing it all down," Noah said quietly, holding his hands together.

["Absolute Destruction: Nuclear Condensement"]

Nuclear force gathered in a controlled, yet unstable sphere between his hands, emitting a bright-blue glow that began rumbling the foundation of the facility.

There was still no response besides more automatic weaponry constructing from the floorboards in an attempt to stop him, but he birthed the condensed nuclear power, wielding it in the palm of his hand as he swiped his arm forward.

A beam of bright-blue, swirled with unstable yellow energy, shot forward at speeds that surpassed physical matter, cutting through the Reath foundation of the facility like butter while leaving explosive trails along the length of the beam's reach.

It pierced far into the facility, bringing down the pillars of its foundation, causing floors to crumble as the nuclear force swept through it, humming with a vibrational call of destruction.

Explosions rained down around Noah, who stood firm as the facility fell around him, melting and giving in to the explosive repetitions.

"Now, come out," Noah said.

The aftermath of ["Nuclear Condensement"] left a matter-erasing trail of erasure through pivotal points in the vast structure's stability, causing everything to begin falling apart as it all seemed to crumble, leading to the bottom level.

As debris fell with steel beams landing on Noah, they were cut by a passive aura held around the adolescent as he levitated downward to the bottom floor, that was being rained down upon by flaming steel.

Waiting on the bottom level was the member of the Twelve Sentinels himself, Asiimov: he was as pale as snow with a mask that covered his mouth-and-nose from tucked-away scars, having messy, pale-white hair.

["Assess"]

He didn't waste a moment getting a look at the man's stats at last:

[Asiimov]

[Level: 68]

[Strength: 1000]

[Constitution: 1000]

[Mana: N/A]

"We meet at last, destroyer," Asiimov greeted him with contempt in his voice.