'I Reincarnated But Have No System? You Must Be Kidding Me!'-Chapter 51: Panic in the Hollow

Vulkris’s roar was deafening.

A thunderous boom echoed across the Inferna Hollow, shaking the floating isles and splitting the sky in half. The blast carried not just heat—but rage. A flame aura so intense it scorched the very air, hurling shockwaves in every direction.

Eyistha never stood a chance.

One moment, she stood tall beside her wyvern—defiant, proud.

The next... gone.

In a single breath, her body was scorched to a blackened husk, eyes still wide with disbelief as Vulkris’s fire mana engulfed her. She crumbled into ash before she could even scream.

Play stupid games, win stupid prices.

Even the Ashen Wyvern lived up to its name at last—its enormous form disintegrated into drifting ashen flakes, vanishing in the same heartbeat as its master.

The King beast had awakened.

The King Beast. The Last Flame. A harbinger of annihilation.

Vulkris.

And in that same instant, as if fate itself paused to recognize its return, the Whisper Oracle twitched. Its cute little head snapped toward the direction of the beast’s emergence.

"...It’s coming."

Kardel, Rhiki, and Auren immediately turned to Bonbon, their bodies still trembling from the chaos they had barely survived.

"W-what’s coming?" Kardel asked, his voice low and tense.

Rhiki echoed him. "What do you mean ’it’?"

Even Auren, battered and half-conscious, managed to croak out, "Don’t be vague right now..."

The elven queen trembled. Her voice stuttered.

"N-No... It’s the V-Vulkris! They’ve... they’ve done it? Could it be that the Dark Fate has unsealed it?"

Queen Elarya, lying bloodied and bruised, winced through the pain. Her skin shimmered with old wounds and new scars, but her voice came out sharp and urgent.

"P-Please... h-hurry... The floating mountain... It’s there—Vulkris is being brought back to destroy Runewood!"

Kardel’s face went pale. "They what!?"

"They dared unleash that!?" Rhiki looked toward the horizon in disbelief.

"Stop standing there!" Elarya shouted hoarsely. "MOVE! Stop the unsealer before it’s too lat—"

Suddenly a thunderous voice shattered the sky.

"EEEELAAAARYAAA!"

The roar cracked like divine thunder, shaking the Inferna Hollow down to its molten roots.

Volcanoes across the floating isles erupted simultaneously, vomiting lava into the crimson sky. Storm clouds, thick and red like old blood, began to spiral toward a single point: the monstrous figure rising atop the largest floating island—Vulkris.

Its body was flame incarnate, its wings blotting out the sun.

Kardel’s voice was barely a whisper. "This... this is beyond anything I’ve seen..."

Though the beast stood far away, its presence made it feel like it was right beside them. The temperature around them spiked—no, surged—by at least ten degrees in mere seconds. Even the ground beneath them started to smoke.

"This is bad. Real bad," Rhiki muttered, his face pale. "Vulkris has been completely unsealed. And it looks to be stronger than before!"

Queen Elarya, her eyes locked with the burning gaze of the beast from afar, murmured, "No... it’s already too late."

The fire in her voice was gone, replaced by dread. "It’s seen me... it probably remembers me."

Auren, still drenched in sweat, grimaced.

"This isn’t a monster. This is some crazy Pokémon final boss!"

He tried to move but his legs barely responded. His body felt like it was being cooked from the inside. The air had become so dry and hot that every breath seared his lungs.

"I’m gonna pass out..." he muttered.

In desperation, Auren slammed his hand to the ground and activated his water skill.

[WATER SHOT]

Water gushed out and splashed over the dirt in front of him, forming a shallow pool around his feet. He hoped—prayed—it would ease the heat, even just a little.

KSSSSSS~

Within seconds, the water evaporated.

Then it boiled.

Then it was gone—leaving only steam that made everything hotter.

Kardel glanced at him, shaking his head. "We tried that before... It doesn’t work. That thing burns mana like paper."

"Grrhh—fine." Auren stopped casting and focused on circulating his mana to form a protective layer over his skin, trying not to scream as the heat licked at his soul.

’Stupid Bigbird! You better not be dead or hiding again!’

He reached for the connection to the Golden Phoenix’s spirit—but nothing. Silence.

The cocky voice that usually taunted or teased him had vanished.

Coward, Auren growled inwardly. But deep down, he had a hunch why Bigbird was hiding. His gaze shifted to the small, unassuming Bonbon beside him.

Bigbird’s been dead quiet ever since Bonbon flexed its true power... Figures. He narrowed his eyes, scowling through the heat. When this is over, I’m tossing you into the oven myself, feather-brain.

If he survived, that is.

"Queen Mother!" Auren called out, looking toward the elves. "What do we do?!"

But there was no response.

The elves stood frozen. Not in fear—but in calculation. Their minds were torn between two agonizing truths.

First: they could not allow Vulkris to leave Inferna Hollow. If it reached Runewood, the ancient forests and its people would be reduced to ash within hours.

Second: judging by the magnitude of its power... Vulkris had grown tremendously.

The queen’s suspicion was soon confirmed as she activated her vision skill and stared at the beast’s divine frame from the distance.

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Name: VulkrisLevel: 73Title: Last Incarnate Flame of DestructionElement: Fire

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"Oh my lord Elkus..." Elarya’s voice trembled. "It leveled up three times... since we sealed it."

Three hundred years of dormant rage had made the Inferna Hollow not just a prison—but a forge. One that sharpened the blade meant to end them all.

Auren looked toward the beast, just as Vulkris lifted its head and sniffed the air.

Its attention snapped toward them.

The scent of elves in the wind. The presence of Elarya—its old enemy.

And its rage ignited.

The glow in its chest intensified, magma pulsing like a living heart beneath its scales. Its wings flared wide, casting an eerie orange glow across the floating terrain.

"RUN!" Queen Elarya suddenly shouted. Her decision is final. They need to escape - now!

But it was already too late.

Vulkris took a deep breath, and the skies churned.

Dark clouds twisted in reverse, swirling toward its mouth as if drawn by a black hole of flame. Sparks danced in the air. The pressure alone sent pebbles and dust flying in every direction.

Auren’s knees buckled.

Then came the voice.

"DIEEEEEE!"

A beam of concentrated flame, thinner than a spear but brighter than a star, erupted from Vulkris’s mouth. It was a beam not just of fire, but of annihilation—pure heat compressed to its ultimate form.

[PROMINENCE BEAM]

BZZZZZT!

The sound tore through the air like the scream of the world itself being split apart.

The beam ripped through the sky in the blink of an eye, heading straight for Elarya. Everything in its path—trees, rocks, barriers—melted into slag. A red-hot line of destruction cutting across the floating island like a divine sword.

Several of the floating islands were cleaved clean in half as Vulkris’s Prominence Beam tore through the sky. Molten stone rained down like meteors, and the air sizzled with lingering fire mana.

Auren and the others watched in horror, their bodies frozen—not by fear alone, but by the crushing aura of the beam itself. It wasn’t just destructive—it suppressed them, pinned them in place like insects beneath a magnifying glass. Even breathing felt like rebellion.

Death was no longer a threat. It was already at their doorstep.

But then—something moved.

A tiny figure darted forward, leaping into the beam’s path.

Hope flickered before the Bonbon’s tiny body.

"Not on my watch."

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