Too much

Kachak!

A snail was pierced by a scaly hand again.

On the other side of the snail, Lord Emberon knelt down.

The battle he had sought had been an illusion, a fleeting hope that his powers were weakened so he could enjoy battle again left his mind just like that.

Plus, he couldn't use his capturing cube to transport magical beasts inside and strengthen his dungeon because he can't weaken them. This is because he kept taking their lives in just one attack.

"No, no, no," Lord Emberon exclaimed, his voice filled with panic, for the first time.

"Even my Mana was dense…"

He thought to himself as if all his abilities were too strong, how can he capture magical beasts and strengthen his dungeon and himself?

Not only that, in moments of vulnerability or in his weakness, when the odds were against him, Lord Emberon found his greatest triumphs.

So he craved the exhilaration of battle, life and death situations, the surge of adrenaline defying all odds and emerging triumphant.

This is the path that led him to become the revered lord of the dungeon, the ultimate boss in his domain.

But now, he faced a bitter truth. His heart ached with sorrow, for how could he enjoy combat if his abilities were too overpowering, even in his mortal form?

In other words, are his abilities too strong to his goals and desires?

To the point his power might have become a hindrance, robbing of the chance of him strengthening his dungeon and the very essence that fueled his meaning of life

Yet, a glimmer of determination flickered in his eyes, a spark of hope amidst despair.

"No," he whispered, barely audible,

"Maybe it is only the dragon claw that was the only one with overwhelming might. I must explore all my abilities as a dungeon boss in this mortal human body. Once I use them efficiently, I will capture magical beasts and enjoy the thrill of combat again."

With willpower, Lord Emberon transformed his hands into the form of a dragon's claw again.

His fingers elongated and hardened into razor-sharp talons, shimmering with an otherworldly glow.

He poised himself for what was to come.

In one swift motion, he struck his chest with hurricane-like force, a resounding swoosh filling the air as the dragon claw tore through his flesh.

Kachuck!!

Blood spurted forth, staining the ground crimson, as pain seared through his body.

He did not react even when he felt like hell.

But amidst the agony, he felt his Mana core pulsating, its energy surging with an intense power.

Instantly, his wounded form underwent a miraculous transformation.

The deep wound healed as if time had been rewound.

The torn flesh reknitted, the spilled blood receded, and Lord Emberon stood before like earlier, whole and unscathed.

Lord Emberon was losing hope.

"My regeneration too!?"

However, he won't stop until he checks all his abilities that he gained from his dungeon boss form.

The night had been long and merciless, without any sleep. Instead, Emberon had chosen to skip rest, driven by a strong desire to prove that his abilities were not all strong as he claimed to be.

Throughout the hours, Emberon had searched for creatures that could challenge him, creatures strong enough to withstand his full power.

He had unleashed torrents of fire, scorching the ground beneath him, hoping to find a foe that could humble his arrogance.

However, his flames had always consumed his opponents, reducing them to ashes.

Next, Emberon uses his dragon combat art, only to hit all the creatures nearby like a tidal wave, and he was not convinced, he did all again and again until it was proven that none of them could even take one hit from him.

As the night went on, Emberon's frustration grew, like a flickering flame threatened by the wind.

He was consumed by an overwhelming desire to face a force that could destroy the illusion of his invincibility. But with each failure, he only left a path of destruction behind him.

Now, in the dim light of dawn, Emberon looked at the devastation surrounding him.

The once lush forest was now in ruins, its vibrant life reduced to smoldering remains.

Emberon himself was the cause of this destruction, his relentless pursuit of validation leaving nothing but scorched earth and lay it to ruins.

…

In the morning, he woke up and got out of bedrock. He noticed that it was already evening again, but he understood why since he had slept during the day and had a wild time the previous evening.

Lord Emberon wanted to assess his skills and understand why they were so powerful, so he said, "Profile."

Right away, the system responded.

Ding!

[ … ]

As Lord Emberon stared at the blank screen, he felt a surge of frustration.

The system, which was supposed to provide him answers, seemed to have abandoned him. It denied him access to his own profile and the reasons behind his abilities.

Anger flickered in his eyes, intensifying his gaze.

"Hm!" he grunted, annoyed and determined.

Soon, he calmed himself down, realizing that the usually composed Lord Emberon had been transformed by the system.

Intentionally, he closed his eyes, shutting out the world around him. His mind delved into deep contemplation, exploring the vast corridors of his thoughts.

Time felt like it stretched endlessly as he considered his ordinary mortal body.

"My body is normal and not very strong, like a regular human," he whispered to himself.

"Only my abilities are exceptional."

Once again, he opened his eyes, curiosity reigniting within them.

How can I make my abilities weaker, less overwhelming?

Aware of his limitations, Lord Emberon knew he couldn't simply will his abilities to diminish.

Weakening his powers would help his dungeon grow stronger once he captured many beasts, and then he could leave it on its own.

However, a part of him couldn't help but consider seeking out stronger monsters, creatures that could challenge his might.

But how could he embark on such a quest without even knowing his current location?

Lost in thought, Lord Emberon found himself at a crossroads, unsure of which path to take.

The weight of the decision pressed upon him.

What should he do?

In a sudden burst of clarity, Lord Emberon shifted gears, seeking inspiration from others' perspectives.

He wondered what a reincarnator, someone with knowledge beyond his own, would do in such a situation.

Or perhaps, he pondered, what would an ordinary human think in his position?

And then, at that precise moment, Lord Emberon opened his eyes, a glimmer of resolution shining within them.

"Why don't I learn weak magic and abilities?"