WPC NOV Winner *** “Hmph, my dumb big sister is in danger!” A mischievous grin spread across his face. “Hehehehe... this gives me the perfect excuse to finally use this treasure I’ve acquired but never bothered with!” He rummaged through his belongings, carefully selecting various items. “A bit of this... and this... and a dash of this.” Boom! The explosion of energy sent a ripple through the air as he laughed maniacally. “Hahaha! It's done! Now, all I need is a compatible host for it.” Years later... “Did I overdo it?” he wondered in awe, watching as his creation wreaked havoc, conquering world after world with ease, as though stealing candies from children. **** As you saw the synopsis, it will be :- Op Mc Harem World Travels And one side beating
"This ends now," Asher declared, his focus razor-sharp. He dashed forward, his blade moving like a shadow. "Sixth Form: Piercing Dusk!" The thrust struck the exposed core, but the Tyrant retaliated, its molten sword swinging with desperate fury.
Asher sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the molten blade. His movements transitioned fluidly. "Seventh Form: Horizon Splitter." His sword unleashed a sweeping horizontal slash that carved through the core, weakening it further.
The Tyrant roared one last time, summoning its remaining strength. Lava poured from its wounds as it prepared a final attack, summoning a massive firestorm that engulfed the chamber.
Asher leapt into the air, his blade shining with dark energy. "Eighth Form: Shadow Divide!" The strike cleaved through the firestorm, dissipating the inferno. The Tyrant staggered, its molten core fully exposed, flickering like a dying ember.