Becoming the Wasteland Overlord With My Harem System!-Chapter 238: Battle Between Men

Axel had come to Fenrir’s side.

While it might sound simple, the process was quite complicated, especially without Fenrir’s ability to traverse space herself.

First, he "borrowed" a return scroll from the girls—Eve and the others—who had several in excess. It was conveniently located right outside their temporary base camp. Using that scroll, he crossed several hundred kilometers in an instant and covered the remaining distance of about a hundred kilometers on foot.

Thanks to the Gleipnir literally pointing the way, he didn’t get lost.

However, upon his arrival, he was met with a distressing sight: a young man wielding the chains while Fenrir knelt on the ground, bleeding from various orifices.

This sight ignited Axel’s fury.

As Fenrir had taught him, he was utilizing Overdrive continuously, but his output was capped at less than 0.01% of his actual mana. This was the typical output he maintained even during sparring sessions with Fenrir.

In essence, his "normal mode" was around 10,000 times weaker than the maximum output of Overdrive!

This moment marked the first time he truly pushed himself to his limits.

He increased the mana consumption of Overdrive in a manner akin to squeezing the throttle on a motorbike to accelerate. In an instant, his strength surged—not in a linear fashion, but exponentially.

His leg felt as though it might tear apart as it swung through the air.

The kick he unleashed was powerful enough to create a literal "hole" in the space through which it passed!

After sending the adversary flying, Axel quickly dialed down his Overdrive, reducing it to about 1%, which was still 100 times more than usual. He was in the midst of battle and needed to be ready for whatever came next.

Simultaneously, he drank an Ultimate Mana Potion, replenishing his mana and creating an additional mana pool for quick use. Only after that did he catch the falling Gleipnir chain and address Fenrir.

"Sorry I’m late."

As he muttered excuses, he took in Fenrir’s current condition.

She was bleeding from her eyes, nose, mouth, and even her ears. Her face was pale, and her energy felt depleted, as if she were as weak as she had been when they first met.

This ignited Axel’s anger even further.

"Wait here," he said firmly. "I’ll go make that bastard pay."

[W-Wait...]

Fenrir wanted to stop him. She wanted to warn him that he was no match for the Demon King. However, before she could form the words, she recalled what had just happened—how Axel had sent Wrath flying with a single kick.

She had always believed she understood Axel’s limits, convinced that she was stronger than he was. But now, witnessing his power, she realized the truth. Axel had never truly given his all during their sparring matches. She had thought he was pushing himself, but in reality, he was only using about 5% of his mana against her—never once unleashing his full strength.

Moreover, the Axel standing before her felt... different.

Fenrir sensed she had no right to stop him.

"Ugh..."

Wrath crawled out of the hole, his nose still marked by Axel’s shoe, bleeding. His eyes were filled with confusion. After all, he was essentially a high-ranking god in terms of strength, yet a mere human had sent him flying with a simple kick.

"You..." he growled, his voice wary. "Who the hell are you?"

Axel spat on the ground, continuing his advance. "That’s my question, you bastard," he growled, his voice low and trembling. "Who the hell are you? How dare you touch what’s rightfully mine?"

"Yours?"

Only then did Wrath notice something—the golden chains binding Fenrir, the other end of the Gleipnir, were tied to Axel’s arm. Realization clicked into place for Wrath. "Ah, so you’re this mutt’s new owner?"

"What...?"

"That one, I mean. Fenrir," he said, grinning and pointing a thumb toward her. "That thing used to be mine, you know? You stole her from me. Return her while I’m still asking politely."

"Mutt? Thing...?" Axel echoed, emphasizing each word. "You dare refer to Fenrir in such derogatory terms?!"

In an instant, Axel’s figure blurred.

After his first 100% activation of Overdrive, Axel had quickly adjusted to his newfound strength.

In an instant, he reappeared before Wrath, his fist raised and already propelled forward, breaking the fabric of reality as it skipped across the distance—a punch at the speed of light!

"Heh...!"

This time, however, Wrath was ready.

He could track Axel’s speed and timed his counter perfectly.

Launching a similar punch with his left fist, he aimed to meet Axel’s attack midway. He was confident that against a human, he couldn’t possibly lose—especially if he was serious.

Yet... he was significantly underestimating Axel.

BOOOM!

CRACK!

Both fists collided, resulting in a powerful explosion.

The entire field around them transformed into a deep pit, while the sound of cracking reverberated, overshadowing the explosion itself.

The source of the sound... wasn’t Axel’s fist. It was Wrath’s!

"...!"

He was taken aback.

His fist had been bested in a contest of durability and strength!

An unbelievable outcome!

Wrath’s entire arm was flung backward from the impact, giving Axel a perfect opportunity to capitalize on the moment. Without hesitation, he used his right leg to strike Wrath’s exposed left side. A liver strike!

CRACKLE!

With Axel tuning the output of his Overdrive to its maximum only at the moment of impact, he conserved mana while unleashing full damage. Wrath’s ribs shattered, his liver ruptured, and his diaphragm nearly caved in completely.

The pain, something Wrath hadn’t experienced in what felt like an eternity, clouded his thoughts for a brief moment.

But Axel didn’t relent.

"Oraoraoraora!"

He unleashed a flurry of punches, striking at every available opening.

Wrath’s body buckled, almost as if it were made of foam. He endured hundreds of blows, each leaving deep impressions from Axel’s fists. Every hit is delivered at 100% output from Axel’s Overdrive!

Yet, Axel was not content with just that.

As Wrath swayed from the relentless barrage, Axel gathered mana around him. He conjured twelve massive mana arrows, all hovering menacingly in the air.

"Disappear."

With a nonchalant command, he launched all twelve arrows forward.

Still disoriented, Wrath found himself unable to dodge or block. Consequently, he was struck by all twelve arrows, which swiftly altered their trajectory, propelling him upward—toward the sky and the dark clouds.

Axel’s cold gaze tracked the arrows as they disappeared beyond the darkness...

SNAP!

Snapping his fingers, a moment later, a bright, hot sun formed. Its power was such that it instantly cleared the clouds from the entire sky near the Empire.

"Hmph..." Axel snorted. "That’s what you get for messing with my woman."

The fight was settled in mere seconds, with Axel emerging as the victor...

Or so it seemed.