Amon, The Legendary Overlord

While the girls were discussing Little Flora and what they would do next, Amon began to show signs of awakening.

The amount of energy he required was nearing its maximum limit, while the aura he was expanding started being drawn back into himself, making his very existence appear supernatural as he released an immense pressure just by containing this aura within.

“Yay, Daddy is waking up~” Little Flora cheered beside Barbara.

If the first time Amon had only stepped into the threshold of Star Rank, this time, he was awakening as a full Star Rank.

It was very different from before. Now, the amount of power he held within his body was so abundant that one could say he was invincible within his own Rank.

Well, even before reaching Star Rank, he could already defeat several of that Rank, so… Has much changed?

Or perhaps he had already managed to touch the Overlord stage?

In reality… This cannot be measured that way. Although not all, those who have been Overlords for a long time have entered into contracts with the concept of laws. The difference between someone who can manipulate laws to their advantage and someone who cannot is immeasurable. It goes without saying that just a slight manipulation of the law of time and space would be enough to kill someone at Star Rank.

But, to ask if it would be the same for defeating Amon… That’s hard to say. His power itself has not been quantified, and although he currently does not manipulate laws, he had something that would make even many Overlords envious: the little girl now clapping and calling him father.

Previous spells? All gone. No, rather, they were no longer needed.

In his current state, it was as if what he used before was now something simple to perform, without needing to recite spells—even if he previously did it quickly and accurately. Now? Well, he only needed to want it to be done, and it was done. As simple as breathing.

And the biggest difference? It was the unique ability he acquired, something as impressive as the emotion-based ability he possessed.

He named this unique ability: Lightning Distortion.

Using lightning, he can distort reality itself. He can even bring forth the best version of himself for a time using this, though not for very long.

Of course, it wasn’t limited to this. Amon discovered that by using this ability, he was capable of distorting time and space. Although he still felt his understanding level was lacking, if he delved deeper, who knows what he could achieve?

One thing he was curious about was, is it possible to create something like Reality Distortion in Emotions? For instance, to imbue the energy field with a distortion that generates confusion or fear in opponents, giving him an advantage? If so, it would be incredibly useful.

Barbara, who was unaware of the transformation Amon was undergoing, could only think of how happy she was to see that he was about to finish.

To say she wasn’t worried would be a lie. After all, it’s impossible not to worry about the one you love.

And, knowing from the girls what was happening outside, she knew they needed to hurry a bit. If possible, they needed to leave this planet and return to the Tower.

“ZZZ! ZZzZ! ZZzz! ZZiiiiZZzzz!”

Electric sounds resonated throughout the small planet as Amon’s state seemed somewhat confusing. He became golden, surrounded by lightning. He appeared still, yet at some moments, he seemed to be a few meters away, only to appear several meters away shortly after. This continued for almost 10 minutes.

When Amon finally opened his eyes, lightning crackled from the corners of his now mystical-looking eyes. He blinked several times, extended his hands to see with his crossed-patterned eyes, and seemed to attempt controlling his power. The oppressive aura, which Barbara didn’t dare approach for fear of getting hurt and making Amon feel guilty, was starting to dissipate.

When he glowed and vanished, reappearing miles away, Amon seemed to be holding an orb in front of him. As he began to bring his hands together, the lightning around him grew more intense!

“BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!”

The sounds of exploding lightning echoed as Amon’s hands drew closer together.

It was then that Amon began to appear as a golden giant made of lightning, and as this version of him brought its hands together, it happened…

“Booooom!!!”

A thunderous sound erupted!

“Amon!!!” Barbara shouted in fear. She didn’t know what was happening.

“Mama, Papa is okay.” Little Flora’s sweet, childlike voice was surprisingly able to calm Barbara a bit, though she still looked worried, biting her lips hard enough to bleed.

“Mhm, hm.” She nodded, tears welling in her eyes.

Adorably, Little Flora held Barbara’s hand firmly, though Barbara squeezed a bit tightly. It didn’t bother her, so she didn’t complain, as they both looked in Amon’s direction.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Suddenly, a scream burst forth. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

It was Amon’s voice, full of power, sounding like the roar of a mythological dragon.

Then, Amon’s hands finally touched each other.

“BOOOM!”

An even louder sound reverberated, and Little Flora created a barrier to shield herself and Barbara from the impact that was reaching them.

To give a brief sense of the impact, the communicator Barbara had used to speak with the girls began to warp as if exposed to high heat, quickly reducing to dust, and then a wave of wind swept everything away.

“!!!!”

Barbara’s eyes widened at the sight.

She couldn’t comprehend what was happening. It was all so quick that she didn’t even have time to mourn the loss of her precious, costly signal receiver…

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Edited by: CharlesGlebit