E-Rank or SSS-Rank: I Awakened a Skill That Shouldn't Exist-Chapter 318: Just Who Is He?

Chapter 318

Han’s gaze did not linger on the notification for long.

Breaking his physical limit and evolving to the next stage would take time. A lot of time.

How strong he would be by then was still a question, but one thing was certain.

He would be monstrously strong.

Insanely so.

Han lifted his eyes from the system screen and looked around.

The forest.

What was once peaceful had been wiped clean. Completely. Dead bullwolves lay everywhere. Their corpses were grotesque, twisted, burned to ash and blackened bone. The air still carried the stench of scorched flesh.

The ignition shot had done far more damage than he predicted.

Good.

Now he was certain. This part of the forest had been erased of beasts. Wiped out down to the roots.

So what next?

Han stood there with his usual calm, then started walking forward again. Hands still casually tucked into his pockets. His expression composed. Undisturbed. As if the carnage around him was nothing more than scenery.

Then he took a step and muttered a single word under his breath.

"Flash."

The moment his foot touched the ground, his figure blurred.

Gone.

Vanished.

But he had not disappeared.

In the next instant, Han appeared several miles away, in an entirely different location. A place far removed from where the bullwolves had fallen.

Flash.

One of the new skills he had created. When activated, it temporarily boosted his speed by an absurd margin.

With his already ridiculous speed stats, a single step was enough to cross several kilometers in a blink.

And this time, he did not arrive alone.

Beasts were already waiting for him.

Han’s gaze swept over them, calm and assessing.

These were not bullwolf hybrids.

They were wolves.

But wrong.

Utterly wrong.

Their bodies were twisted, warped, as if something had broken them and forced them back together.

A suffocating, deadly aura wrapped around them, heavy and oppressive. Their fur was pitch black, as though they had crawled straight out of hell itself.

And their eyes.

Violent red.

They stared at Han with pure malice and cold scrutiny.

Yet they did not attack.

Not yet.

Han being here meant one thing. Somehow, he had passed the bullwolves stationed at the outer edge of the forest. The weaker ones. The scouts.

And the fact that his clothes were unscathed, his posture relaxed, and his expression calm told them something else.

This human was either incredibly fast.

Or he possessed a stealth ability refined to perfection.

Not once did it cross their minds that he had done neither.

That he had not escaped the bullwolves.

That he had erased them.

Completely.

The dark wolves released their aura, flooding the area with killing intent, hoping to crush the newcomer beneath fear alone.

They were surprised.

But the surprise did not last long.

After all, Han was not the first human to make it this far.

Others had passed the bullwolves before.

The difference was simple.

Those humans never left.

The bullwolves were scouts.

These dark wolves were the true warriors.

And as the suffocating pressure closed in around him, Han lifted his head and smile.

What the dark wolves did not anticipate was this.

Instead of freezing.

Instead of shaking.

Instead of being crushed beneath their killing intent.

The human was unfazed.

Not even a twitch.

Han simply muttered a word under his breath. Calm. Clear. They heard it perfectly.

"Ignition shot."

What followed stunned them.

A dark red bullet formed in midair. No warning. No buildup. It struck straight into their ranks. Fast. Brutal. Precise.

Before they could react, Han spoke again.

"Ignite."

The bullet flared.

Light exploded outward in a blinding crimson glow, and then the world detonated.

A massive explosion erupted instantly, swallowing everything nearby.

Dark wolves closest to the impact were erased on the spot, their lives snuffed out before their minds could even process what was happening.

When the shockwave finally died down, silence followed.

Han raised an eyebrow.

He looked around the forest. Still vast. Still endless. But a large section had been blackened, reduced to ash and scorched earth by the ignition shot.

That was not what made him frown.

What made him raise an eyebrow was the number.

When he stepped into this part of the forest, Han had activated Analyzer Eye. He had counted them.

Exactly six thousand dark wolves.

He had filled the ignition bullet with enough power to wipe out at least half of them.

Yet when he checked again, his gaze sharpened.

Five thousand six hundred.

Still alive.

Scattered everywhere.

Red eyes glowing brighter than before. Ferocious. Furious.

Growls echoed from all directions.

Only four hundred dead.

"That’s... disappointing," Han muttered.

What he did not know was this.

Killing four hundred of these wolves was already an absurd achievement.

These were not bullwolves.

In terms of strength, power, and durability, one dark wolf was worth dozens. Killing even one was harder than slaughtering a hundred bullwolves.

But Han did not care.

The wolves roared as one and lunged.

He still did not take them seriously.

Not until one appeared right in front of him.

Instantly.

Its massive dark claws tore downward in a violent arc, aimed straight at his head.

Han raised an eyebrow.

The claws came closer. Closer.

Time seemed to slow.

"Well," Han muttered, a faint smile tugging at his lips, "they are fast."

He blinked.

Gone.

The claws ripped through empty air where he had been standing, the leftover force exploding outward.

A massive wave of aura tore through the forest behind the attack, ripping apart several trees like paper.

Just the aftershock caused destruction on an insane scale.

Han reappeared atop a tree.

One hand rested against his chin as he looked down at the wolves below, an amused smile on his face.

"So I miscalculated."

Truth be told, he had not analyzed them properly before. He had only used Analyzer Eye to count their numbers.

Now he focused.

Information flooded in.

Name: Dark Wolves

Race: Beast

Attributes: High speed. Extreme physical strength. Strong resistance to fire-based attacks.

And then the part that made his eyes narrow slightly.

The more dark wolves there are, the stronger they become.

The angrier they get, the faster they move.

Han looked down as their growls deepened, their red eyes burning brighter, their auras surging and intertwining.

"...So that’s it," he murmured.

It seemed he had unknowingly made them all stronger.

No wonder their speed was insane.

Below him, the forest trembled as thousands of dark wolves crouched, muscles coiling, killing intent exploding outward.

They were no longer testing him.

They were coming.

All of them.

Now this was truly fun.

Han thought so as he looked at the dark wolves, who were staring back at him with clear wariness.

They knew it now. For them to barely keep track of his movements meant only one thing.

He was fast.

Maybe even faster than them.

And that alone spoke volumes about what kind of monster this young man really was.

First, he had used that absurd fire skill and killed four hundred of them despite their high resistance to flames.

Now he was moving at a speed that made even their enhanced senses struggle.

Since when did humans become this terrifying?

Han smiled and jumped down.

Excitement bubbled inside him, a feeling he rarely experienced these days. These wolves were fast.

Extremely fast. They might even be approaching, if not outright matching, the speed of an S rank speedster.

That alone was insane.

And the best part was that they would only get stronger. Faster. Angrier.

Han wanted to see it.

He wanted to see how far they could push him.

"Let’s play a game," Han said, smiling.

"I’ll be shooting you down with fire bullets. Don’t worry. It won’t be like that first one."

His eyes gleamed.

"The faster you get, the better. If you slow down, more of you will fall. Try to stop them. Do it fast. The number of flame bullets raining down will double every minute."

He laid out the rules calmly.

Whether they agreed or not did not matter.

Han raised his hand.

"Inferno vortex."

Flames twisted into the sky, spiraling violently before splitting apart.

The inferno condensed, breaking into multiple blazing bullets that hovered above like falling stars.

"Alright," Han said softly. "Let the game begin."

"Fire."

The wolves understood human language. Not as clearly as their alpha, but clearly enough.

And right now, they were furious.

This human was treating them like toys.

They would make him pay.

But before they could move, a swirling wall of flames swallowed the sky. The inferno split apart, turning into deadly bullets that screamed through the air.

The wolves’ eyes widened.

They were highly resistant to fire, yes, but this was different. This would hurt. Badly. It might even kill them.

The first shot could have been a fluke. Luck. A coincidence.

But this?

Just who was this human?

"Let the game begin," he repeated.

Then hell fell.

Flame bullets rained down at insane speed, tearing through the air, hunting their lives. The wolves did not only dodge. They attacked.

And that was when the human did something that broke them.

He closed his eyes.

Hands in his pockets.

He stayed in one place.

"If you draw blood," Han said casually, "I’ll forfeit the game."

The wolves accepted.

But they did not plan to draw blood.

They planned to rip his head off. Along with that annoying smile.

They lunged.

Han moved.

A step back. A shift of his leg. A twist of his torso. His body bent and flowed unnaturally, like he was dancing to a song only he could hear.

As if he had earbuds in, humming along.

They could not touch him.

Not his face.

Not his skin.

They could not even tear his clothes.

He was too fast. Far too fast.

And the flame bullets were still raining down.

Wolves started getting wounded.

Burned. Torn apart. The number of bullets increased with every passing minute.

They did not fall all at once.

But they were falling. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Their numbers were dwindling.

And the bastard behind it all was still smiling, casually dodging their attacks like it was a joke.

Then Han received a call.

He answered it mid battle.

"What’s up, Clara," he said, stopping in his tracks.

That moment of stillness ignited hope.

The wolves lunged, believing he was vulnerable.

Han spoke another word under his breath while still talking, as if he had two mouths.

"Earth dome. Sealed."

"Don’t disturb my conversation."

The ground rose violently.

A massive earthen wall erupted between him and the wolves, completely blocking them off. They slammed into it wildly, claws and fangs tearing at the surface.

Nothing.

Not even a scratch.

Despair crept in.

The flame bullets increased again.

More wolves were gunned down, killed by the very element they were supposed to resist.

The wolves were starting to lose hope.

The flame bullets kept increasing in number, raining down without mercy.

More wolves were gunned down, burned alive by the very element they were supposed to have high resistance to.

Fire.

The battlefield had turned into despair.

After what felt like an endless, hopeless struggle, the dark wolves made a massive gamble.

They began transferring their essence.

Their rage.

Their power.

All of it was poured into a single wolf.

This was another reason the dark wolves were a force of nature.

When pushed to the brink, they could sacrifice themselves to create a monster.

The chosen one roared.

More than four thousand dark wolves fed their energy into it. Its body swelled with power, muscles bulging, aura exploding outward in violent waves.

Then it charged.

One swipe of its claw tore through the air.

The massive inferno vortex above was shredded apart, along with the flame bullets that had been raining down.

Another slash.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the earth dome.

A third strike.

The dome shattered completely.

Yet instead of triumph, dread flooded the empowered wolf.

Because inside the broken dome stood the human.

Calm.

Unharmed.

He had just finished his call.

What terrified the wolf was not that Han was standing there. Not that the aura around him had increased.

It was this.

He was no longer smiling.

His eyes were serious. Focused. Cold.

Han looked at the wolf calmly, his pupils glowing faintly.

"Seems I’ve wasted too much time on you lot," he said. "Now I need to be fast."

He raised his hand slightly.

"If fire can’t take care of you, then lightning should do the job."

His voice was neutral.

Unemotional.

He muttered another phrase.

"Lightning death."

The sky darkened instantly.

Clouds churned violently overhead, thunder rolling like the roar of an angry god. Lightning gathered high above, crackling with terrifying intensity.

The wolves felt it.

Their instincts screamed.

Danger. Death. Run.

First, this man had burned them with flames. Then he had moved faster than they could track. He had raised an earth dome they could not even scratch.

And now this.

A lightning attack so terrifying their minds were breaking under the pressure.

Hope vanished.

This man had turned their normal day into a nightmare.

And the worst part was this.

He did not fight.

He did not struggle.

He only spoke.

And the world answered.

As if he were a god, creating and bending reality to his will.

The wolves felt like crying.

Why had they encountered this monster?

No.

Who was the monster, really?

Just who was he?

TO BE CONTINUED...