E-Rank or SSS-Rank: I Awakened a Skill That Shouldn't Exist-Chapter 144: All Hell Broke Lose

Chapter 143

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

The deafening sound of fists hammering against a solid surface echoed through a dimly lit chamber. The only source of illumination came from a strange, glowing blue sphere at the center of the room—and it was from this sphere that the relentless pounding originated.

"Stop that. It’s pointless," a smooth, calm voice said, cutting through the rhythmic impacts.

The banging continued for a few more seconds before finally halting.

"Tech, can’t you crack this damn thing yet?" growled a deep, gruff voice full of frustration.

The one doing the punching was none other than The Beast, his hulking form radiating barely restrained fury. Surrounding him were The Undying Flame and Lord Tech, the trio of powerhouses who, just minutes ago, had been at the arena.

When Drake Voss was accused of being the leader of the notorious Cursed Organization, none of them had believed it. But being forcibly teleported here had left no room for doubt.

What made the situation even stranger was how they had been captured—not through conventional means, but through some unknown force. And rather than finding themselves in a normal holding cell, they had been imprisoned within a swirling dome of pure energy—an intricate construct of vibrant blue light.

No matter how hard The Beast had attacked it, the dome showed not so much as a crack.

"How long until you break it?" the Undying Flame asked, arms crossed, his fiery aura flickering in agitation.

"I don’t know yet," Lord Tech replied, crouching beside the edge of the sphere and studying it closely. "This isn’t any standard containment field. It’s... evolving. Worse, it’s draining energy from us slowly but continuously. The more The Beast attacked it, the more power it absorbed and used to reinforce itself."

The Beast grunted in frustration, arms crossed as he glared at the dome. Now, with a significant chunk of his strength siphoned, the barrier had grown even more formidable.

After a few more tense minutes of silence, Lord Tech stood up with a sigh.

"I can break it," he said at last. "But it’ll take time."

The other two nodded silently. They weren’t particularly shaken—after all, their combined strength was enough to make even top-tier heroes think twice. But what troubled them wasn’t the dome—it was Drake Voss.

The fact that he could trap them—beings of near-unstoppable power—meant only one thing:

Whatever Drake was planning... it was colossal.

_ _ _ _

Back in Maurina City...

Chaos.

That was the only word to describe the state of the city.

Screams echoed through the streets. Buildings crumbled like paper. Fires raged, and the air reeked of blood, smoke, and fear.

The cause?

A portal break—but not just one. Multiple Color-Class Portals had appeared out of nowhere, each one bursting open before anyone had time to react. From them poured waves upon waves of beasts and monsters, grotesque and violent, tearing through Maurina like a swarm from hell.

Inside a small corner store, a trembling man cowered behind his sales counter.

His shop was being torn apart by a hulking creature with four muscular arms, each one bulging with unnatural power. He could hear the shelves snapping, the goods being shredded, the sound of claws dragging across the walls like nails on bone.

He didn’t dare move.

He didn’t dare breathe.

He knew one thing: making a sound meant death.

He pressed himself deeper against the back wall, praying the thing wouldn’t smell his fear. More of the creatures stomped into the store, joining the carnage. Wood cracked. Glass shattered. His entire livelihood was being destroyed, but still—he said nothing. Silence was survival.

Then—

Ping.

A chime rang out.

His heart dropped.

His phone.

The man cursed internally, his body frozen. Why didn’t I turn it off? Or smash the damn thing?

Fumbling with sweaty hands, he tried to silence it, but it was too late.

The beasts stopped.

Slowly, their heads turned in perfect, horrific synchronization—toward him.

He was drenched in cold sweat. His heart pounded so hard it echoed in his ears.

He wanted to scream. To beg. But his voice wouldn’t come. He was too terrified.

Then, as one of the creatures extended a claw toward his face—

Pew. Pah.

The beast’s head exploded in a flash of light. Then another. And another.

All around him, the monsters’ skulls burst in rapid succession, their bodies collapsing in lifeless heaps. Sparks of blue electricity crackled through the air, then vanished as suddenly as they had appeared. novelbuddy-cσ๓

The man blinked in disbelief, breathing hard.

On the counter in front of him, scorched into the wood by lightning, were the words:

> "Head to the Eastern Warehouse."

He didn’t hesitate.

He ran.

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The man wasn’t the only one saved.

All across Maurina, heroes had mobilized—scattered like wildfire through the city, doing their best to hold back the monstrous tide.

"This is insane!" one of the B-Rank heroes shouted, slicing through a charging beast with his energy blade. Around him, four companions fought with similar desperation, each one burning through their strength to keep up.

They hadn’t come here to fight.

They’d come to watch.

But now they were knee-deep in blood, facing an endless army.

At first, they were flawless—moving like a single unit. Their synergy was perfect. Their powers complemented each other beautifully, allowing them to cut down hundreds upon hundreds of beasts. But it wasn’t enough.

The monsters just kept coming.

Their bodies ached. Their energy was draining fast. Hope began to fade.

Then—

BOOOOM!

A colossal dome of lightning came crashing down from the sky, vaporizing everything in a several-kilometer radius. Dozens of monsters were incinerated in an instant. The ground shook. The air turned electric.

The five heroes froze, stunned.

Not just by the devastation—

—but by what they saw above.

One of them looked up, his eyes wide, mouth agape.

"W-Wait... is that... a dragon?"

The others turned.

Suspended in the stormy sky, arcs of thunder dancing across its wings, was a massive creature—majestic and terrifying.

Not a fire dragon.

Not a shadow dragon.

A Lightning Dragon.

> Thunderwrath.

Thunderwrath hovered in the sky, surveying the scorched battlefield below with a satisfied grin.

His lightning had reduced hundreds of monsters to ash. Smoldering craters dotted the city like scars on flesh. Screams and roars filled the air, but to him—it was music. Chaos. Conflict. This was what he lived for.

"Glorious..." he muttered, a low chuckle rumbling from his throat.

An unending war. A battlefield without rest.

Just how he liked it.

Han’s voice echoed in his memory, giving the order:

> "Assist in clearing the monsters. Target the Portal Bosses. End this madness."

Thunderwrath exhaled lightning from his nostrils.

"Fine by me."

His gaze shifted eastward, toward a figure wreathed in flame—Ifrit, the elemental spirit of fire, battling a horde of beasts nearly two kilometers away.

Thunderwrath’s voice cracked across the sky like thunder:

> "Ifrit! You’re too slow!"

The flame spirit didn’t reply—but his pace suddenly doubled. Blades of fire tore faster through the monsters, and his flames intensified.

The jab had landed.

Thunderwrath smirked.

Prideful as always. Let’s see how far I can push him.

A dome of radiant silver lightning erupted around Thunderwrath’s massive form, cloaking his draconic body in electric fury. The energy compressed rapidly—smaller, denser—shrinking until it barely contained a humanoid shape.

Then—

Crack.

The lightning dome peeled away like shattered glass, and where the dragon once hovered now stood a man, crackling with electricity.

Tall. Sharp-eyed. A wild grin stretched across his face.

His silver hair whipped in the wind, sparking with every flicker of lightning across his body.

Thunderwrath, now in his human form, laughed heartily.

"Let’s see how many of these pests I can fry before Ifrit catches up."

He vanished in a bolt of lightning.

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Down below, the five B-Rankers who had barely survived the last onslaught stood frozen in disbelief.

One of them, mouth still open, tried to form a sentence.

"A... talking lightning dragon? That turned into a guy? That... talks trash to fire?"

Another shook his head.

"This world has officially lost its mind..."

The third whispered under his breath, "We’re so out of our league."

They weren’t wrong.

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