E-Rank or SSS-Rank: I Awakened a Skill That Shouldn't Exist-Chapter 92: Monstrous Human

Chapter 92

A relentless series of booms echoed across the horizon—each one followed by another, as if a war drum was being struck without rest. The source of the sound was clear. Two figures, draped in white robes emblazoned with a crimson sun insignia, stood atop a house, silently watching the scene unfold in the distance.

"He’s still at it," one of them muttered.

Below, a lone figure with wild, flame-colored hair continued hammering away at a massive boulder. Flames coiled around his body like a serpent, gathering around his fists to form blazing gauntlets. Each strike sent shards of rock flying, reducing the once-massive stone to rubble. But he didn’t stop—not even to rest. When the boulder was no more, he simply moved on to the next.

Around him lay the remains of dozens of shattered boulders.

"Does he ever stop?" the first man asked nervously. "If the Guild Master returns and sees this mess, aren’t we going to be the first ones punished?"

The second man shook his head slowly, eyes locked on the furious figure below. "I have no idea why he’s doing this. He’s been at it for hours—no, longer. Days, even."

Just then, a third presence appeared behind them. A calm yet overwhelming pressure filled the air. Both men dropped to one knee in unison.

"We welcome the Guild Master," they said respectfully.

Standing before them was The Undying Flame—one of the revered Class S heroes, and more importantly, the older brother of the man currently pounding boulders into dust.

"Leave," the Undying Flame said quietly. "I’ll speak with Blaze."

The two nodded and quickly vanished, leaving the Guild Master alone. He floated gently down toward his brother, who remained locked in a rhythm of destruction—strike after strike, like he was at war with the world itself.

"Stop that," the Undying Flame said softly.

The red-haired warrior froze mid-strike. He turned, bowed slightly, but the fire in his eyes burned with frustration.

"You don’t need to go to the tournament," the elder brother said. "There’s nothing there worth your time."

Blaze didn’t respond at first. His fists trembled slightly, the fire around them flickering.

"I am going," he said finally. "And I’ll be the one to win."

The Undying Flame’s gaze narrowed. "It’s about him, isn’t it?"

Blaze turned away, eyes darkened.

The elder sighed. His brother had been like this ever since rumors surfaced of a powerful new contender—someone people had begun calling The Fire God. Worse, they referred to him as the Ruler of Flame.

To Blaze, that title was an insult. In his eyes, only one person had ever surpassed him in fire abilities—and that was his brother, the Undying Flame himself. So who dared to claim dominion over flame now?

"I’ve trained enough," Blaze said, fists unclenching. "I need to prepare for the journey."

Without another word, he walked off, leaving a trail of scorched earth behind him.

The Undying Flame watched him go, then turned his eyes to the setting sun.

"Four more days," he murmured. "Four more days until the tournament..."

Something about it didn’t sit right with him.

"I hope nothing goes wrong," he whispered.

Somewhere Else...

A man in a tattered guild uniform sprinted through the ruins, his face twisted in terror, his body drenched in blood—his own. He stumbled, gasped, but kept running, desperately searching for any signs of life. Every street he turned down, every alley he passed... corpses. All of them. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Dead.

They were all dead.

He swallowed hard, panic rising in his throat as he rushed into the remains of a collapsed building. There, amidst the carnage, he spotted someone—a familiar face.

"Lor...?"

The man’s eyes widened, a flicker of hope breaking through his despair. His best friend sat slumped on a pile of bodies, eyes wide with terror, but alive.

"You survived!" the man cried, stumbling forward, tears welling in his eyes.

But that relief lasted only a heartbeat.

A shadow loomed behind Lor. The sitting man tried to rise, staggering toward him.

"RUN!" the man shouted.

But it was too late.

A hand burst through his chest with a sickening squelch, blood gushing like a broken dam. Lor turned his head slowly, blood spilling from his lips. Despite the agony, he gave his friend a weak, broken smile.

"...Run..."

Then his eyes went still.

The survivor trembled, his tears spilling freely now, but he didn’t hesitate. He turned and bolted, fear giving wings to his feet. He didn’t look back. He couldn’t.

He knew—he knew—he stood no chance against that thing.

He had seen the monster tear through everything. When it arrived, it destroyed their servers and communications first, cutting them off from the rest of the Southern Continent. No one could call for help. Then it began the slaughter.

One by one, the guild members fell.

Even their leader—a peak-tier Hero—had been annihilated.

And the creature that did it... wasn’t even a monster. No, that was the terrifying part.

It was a human.

A human more monstrous than any beast.

The man dove into a hidden chamber beneath the building, stumbling into a secured vault. His fingers shook as he slammed in the emergency code. With a hiss, the vault door slid open to reveal a sleek rifle with glowing engravings.

The city’s strongest weapon. The pride of their guild. The personal firearm of the Guild Leader.

But it came with a price.

To activate it required a colossal amount of energy—so much that even the Guild Leader could only fire it twice before collapsing.

The man didn’t care. He grabbed the weapon and stumbled back out, heart pounding like a war drum. Then he saw it—the monster, walking toward him, calm, casual, cruel.

"D-Don’t come any closer!" he screamed, raising the weapon.

No response.

The man placed his hand on the glowing energy circle near the trigger, and instantly, he felt his life being drained. Power surged through the rifle, light coalescing at its barrel. The sound of charging energy filled the air, and then—

BOOM.

A beam of pure destruction roared from the rifle, swelling as it tore through the street and into the figure. The explosion was blinding, deafening—a miniature sun swallowing the monster whole.

Smoke and debris filled the air. The man collapsed to his knees, body trembling, completely drained. His vision blurred, but he could see the crater—the massive, gaping crater where the monster once stood.

He laughed weakly, relief washing over him. "It’s... over..."

But then he heard it.

Footsteps.

His heart froze. Slowly, unwillingly, he looked up—and there he was.

The man was walking out of the crater.

Untouched.

Unburned.

Unharmed.

Still wearing that monstrous grin.

The man choked on a sob as the figure approached, grabbed him by the throat, and lifted him high into the air. He could barely open his eyes, but when he did—

His breath caught in his lungs.

He hadn’t seen the attacker’s face before.

But now he had.

And he wanted to scream, curse, cry.

Of all the beings who could have brought this nightmare... why did it have to be a Hero?

Not just any Hero.

A Class S Hero.

One of humanity’s supposed protectors.

To be continued.....