Becoming the Wasteland Overlord With My Harem System!-Chapter 239: Abrupt Ending...?

Thinking it was all over, Axel began to walk away, casually and coolly.

However, in the next moment, his senses tingled. Something dangerous was coming from straight above him. Axel turned his head at breakneck speed, staring up.

"...!"

Even with his quick reflexes, a fist was already just before his eyes.

Time seemed to slow down as he assessed the situation.

The enemy, Wrath, who should have been blasted to pieces by Axel’s Mana Arrows, was now right in front of him, his fist cloaked in a mysterious black energy that resembled raging flames, poised to strike his face squarely.

Everything after that was pure instinct. Axel didn’t think; he reacted.

In an instant, Axel pushed his Overdrive from a standby output of 5% to a staggering 1000%! This was a consumption that would drain even his 10x mana pool in just one second. However, the duration was short-lived.

Just a split second—equivalent to a tick on an atomic clock, less than 0.2 nanoseconds.

Axel turned his head to the side, narrowly avoiding the flames engulfing Wrath’s fist by a mere millimeter. But it didn’t stop there. He thrust his fist in the direction of Wrath’s body, delivering a self-inflicted blow, utilizing his remaining momentum.

"Damn, you’re fast...!"

Unfortunately, it didn’t unfold as he had hoped.

Axel’s fist connected with Wrath’s body, but it didn’t inflict any damage. Instead, it felt as though his fist had acted as a stopper, causing Wrath to lose all momentum.

BOOM!

In an unexpected turn, it was Axel who was sent flying the other way.

His legs carved deep marks into the ground as he continued for half a kilometer before finally managing to stop. But there was no time to ponder.

[Master!]

Fenrir called out in panic, prompting Axel to raise his gaze.

Before him loomed a massive ball of blue flames—both large and fast. Still slightly off-balance, he found himself hard-pressed to dodge it.

"Fuck..."

With no other option, he decided to confront the flames head-on.

In an instant, he conjured nearly a hundred gigantic Mana Arrows, sending them hurtling forward at nearly light speed. Although this consumed a significant portion of his mana—almost a full "packet" from his 10x pool—his spells proved to be quite effective.

The two attacks met midway.

When they collided, a tremendous explosion erupted.

A mushroom cloud ascended, reminiscent of an atomic bomb detonation! Even Fenrir, positioned at a considerable distance, felt the shockwaves from the clash of their attacks.

[Master...]

Of course, seeing such an aftermath, she couldn’t help but worry about Axel—enough that she was actually calling him "master" openly instead of using "sir."

Thankfully, her worries were unfounded.

A flash of black-and-white zipped through the still-expanding mushroom cloud. Although the temperatures within should have been hot enough to melt metals, the two figures seemed unfazed.

They clashed once, twice, over ten times every second before gaining some distance to reset.

Each time they met, they exchanged hundreds of blows in a split second, delivering attacks at literally invisible speeds, even to someone like Fenrir!

However, their exchanges were strangely balanced.

Neither of them gained the upper hand. Both landed hits while receiving blows in return, almost in a one-to-one correspondence. The weight of their strikes felt similar, but one key difference between the two was their endurance.

"Ptew."

Axel spat blood, wiping the corner of his lips after taking a sucker punch.

He felt that hit intensely—not because Wrath was overwhelmingly powerful, but because he was beginning to run low on mana.

Even though he was only activating the maximum output of his Overdrive during crucial moments, the frequency of their exchanges had already reduced him to 2x his mana pool remaining.

’At this rate, I will run out of mana before I can knock out this motherfucker!’ He thought.

He didn’t even have time to drink potions!

Despite appearing battered, Wrath showed no signs of being bothered. It was as if he were immune to pain, though he did flinch with each hit Axel landed.

Long story short, Axel needed to finish their fight before his mana pool ran out.

It was a simple yet daunting task.

"Hahaha! What’s wrong?! Already running out of breath?!" Wrath taunted as he advanced once more.

As expected of a demon, his stamina was remarkable. As a godlike being, he undoubtedly possessed more endurance than Axel.

Right...

Axel was technically fighting a "god."

Someone that Fenrir couldn’t defeat on her own.

It wouldn’t be surprising if he were defeated in the next instant. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Still, by relying on Overdrive and his substantial mana pool, he was holding his ground. In fact, he was gaining the upper hand overall.

"Hah!" Axel grinned, meeting Wrath’s fist with his own. "I can do this all day if needed!"

Fenrir had told him about "gods" and other beings of their caliber. Although Axel didn’t know who this man was, he was certain he was a significant figure in Hell.

Additionally, he had learned one crucial detail from Fenrir.

A fatal flaw.

"Beings like you can’t exert your full power in this place, right?!"

Axel stopped conserving his mana and decided to go all out.

Wrath’s other fist was already aimed at his face.

Axel chose to meet it head-on. His fist surged forward, enveloped in blue mana to its limit, while his Overdrive reached its highest historical output: 10,000%! That’s 100 times the maximum output, but only for the briefest moment!

"ORAAAA!"

Axel’s punch collided with Wrath’s fist in the middle, unleashing a powerful shockwave upon impact...

"...!"

Yet, Axel’s fist pressed on relentlessly.

It shattered Wrath’s fist, breaking it apart into clumps of flesh that scattered outward.

The strike didn’t stop there; it continued on to obliterate Wrath’s arm, elbow, and shoulder before finally connecting with his face.

BAM!

His fist landed, cracking Wrath’s skull and vertebrae.

No, it wasn’t just that.

The punch sent Wrath’s head flying off like a ball, hurtling toward an unknown destination.

Axel paused, watching the headless body before him.

Knowing this couldn’t be the end, he took advantage of the moment to drink two Ultimate Potions, restoring his HP and MP pools. All the while, he kept his eyes locked on the headless body...

"Huh?"

Slowly, it began to disintegrate.

Like golden flakes caught in the wind, his body vaporized, disappearing completely.

Axel could only stare, speechless.

Fenrir also stared, equally speechless.

Had the fight... ended?