'I Reincarnated But Have No System? You Must Be Kidding Me!'
Chapter 64: Final Stand

Chapter 64: Final Stand

Time slowed in Vulkris’s eyes.

He watched Auren’s new attack streak toward him, a beam unlike anything he had ever seen. And for the first time in centuries, a shiver of fear traced the edges of his ancient instincts.

"HAAAAAAAH!"

Mountains?Annihilated. Nothing left but drifting embers.

But Auren didn’t stop.

Auren was airborne, the ground beneath him long since vanished.

In one final act of defiance, Auren widened his stance and threw his arms apart, forcing open every mana pore in his body. It was reckless- mad, even.

’What... what even is this human?!’

With a furious bellow, Vulkris retaliated- forcing his own body past its limit. Flames exploded from his flesh, wild and untamed. His flaming mane expanded like a wildfire.

’I can’t lose. If I fall here... Runewood falls next. My family... everyone...I can’t fail them!’

Then—It happened.

Auren shouted back, irritation bubbling into panic. His voice cracked under the pressure- both physical and emotional.

And then—

A condensed, golden lance of fire—tight, radiant, and screaming with lethal purpose. Like a miniature sun, refined into a single beam of annihilation.

Only his willpower kept him grounded.

"This stubborn little maggot!" Vulkris spat. "Just die!"

The beast’s patience snapped.

And just like before, a beam of pure hellfire burst forth from his throat, crashing forward like a flaming tidal wave. The red beam met Auren’s golden one midair- an unstoppable force meeting an unbreakable will. f\r(e)ewe.b no\vel.com

"You think you’re the only one who can go all out?!"

A pulse of red light coursed through its magma-like bark and like a heartbeat.

CRACK. CRAK-KRAK!

The Ember Tree—the ancient, smoldering gateway to the Inferna Hollow, shivered.

Then...

And the flood came.

It sang of death before his flaming eyes.

Auren fought like no one Vulkris had ever seen.

This was no longer a battlefield.It was a dying dimension!

"Auren! FIVE SECONDS LEFT!" Bigbird screamed.

The golden beam swelled, roaring like a divine judgment. It surged forward with unrelenting fury—cutting through Vulkris’s Prominence Beam like a blade through flame.

"I DON’T CARE!"

The remaining floating islands?Gone.

The intense heat slowly seared his magical armor. His palms sizzled. Sweat turned to steam.

In the blink of an eye, the clash became more than just a contest of power—it became a war of endurance. A battle of mana, stamina, and unyielding will.

Dozens—no, hundreds—of lightning bolts spewed from the center of the clash. The Inferna Hollow screamed. The skies bent. The world itself recoiled.

A final, unearthly scream reverberated through the Hollow—echoing not from lungs, but from the realm itself.

And then—Bigbird’s voice cut in like a dagger:

"Master! Only FIFTEEN SECONDS LEFT UNTIL THIS STATE ENDS!"

For centuries, Vulkris had dreamed of it—freedom, fire, vengeance. And now that it was here, now that a worthy threat finally stood before him, there was no chance he’d retreat. He could have turned away, conserved his strength, waited for a better moment.

But Auren didn’t hear. He couldn’t.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!ROOOOOOOOOAAAAAR!

And that day... had finally come.

~BZZZZZT

With a deep guttural snarl, Vulkris inhaled sharply, pulling in the surrounding flames and all the hate that had fermented over the centuries. Flaming mana surged through his body—ancient, furious, refined through endless slumber and rage.

And he was on point.

This human has no divine frame above his head, no system to identify his true nature.

Vulkris reeled, eyes widening in stunned disbelief.

HAAAAAAA!ROOOOOAAAR!

The Prominence Beam had never been challenged, let alone stopped.

Every fiber of his being burned with raw power, his flames lashing out wildly as if the Inferna Hollow itself could no longer contain him.

Bigbird’s voice echoed again:"Ten seconds left!"

No order. Just pure chaos. He has skills with bizarre names, unconventional chants, unorthodox forms. The elves usually had five to seven skills at most. Auren? He’d already unleashed more than ten, and still wasn’t done.

BZZT- BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

HAAAAAAA!ROOOOOOAR!

"This is so epic," he whispered, almost laughing—and then shouted with everything he had—

Only Auren’s mind stirred, adrift in stillness.

It was a calamity, a red sun that turned armies to ashes and fortresses to dust. Even the elves had only survived it by running or sealing him away.

Like tearing a massive dam apart with your bare hands just to let the flood out.

"Damn it... it’s getting stronger," Auren muttered, his voice cracking.

It was like trying to hold a giant water cannon firing against a lava serpent.

His black heart burned not just with rage...But with exhilaration.

"You think that will stop me, brat!?"

Two forces—one born of vengeance, the other of determination—colliding in a storm that neither could afford to lose.

And when he was finally sealed within the Inferna Hollow, that same infernal energy only fed his hunger for power.

’Impossible... How is he able to keep up!? Does he have unlimited mana in that state?’

Yet this human...

Teeth clenched, Auren growled—"THAT’S IT! ITS NOW OR NEVER!"

BZZZT—BOOOOOM!

Silence.

This unorthodox, unpredictable, system-defying human... was pushing it back!

Auren’s hands trembled, but he didn’t falter. Gritting his teeth, he dug deeper, pouring even more mana into his beam. The golden light intensified, pushing forward.

’This... this is it! This is what I used to imagine when I was still a kid...’

Even Vulkris, mid-roar, was frozen in time—his jaws still open, beam still formed but unmoving.

Everything was light.

’At last... something worthy.’

But his pride wouldn’t allow it.

This wasn’t ordinary flame.No, this was something else entirely.

"DIE, YOU BUG!"

It had been hate, raw, festering hate, for the kin slaughtered before his very eyes. That hatred turned him feral. It made him a force of ruin, devouring forests, mountains, and cities in fire. He was mad and he did not like it.

His soul buckled under the pressure—every fiber of his being feeding into the blazing torrent. It was suicidal. One wrong push, and he might never cast again. He might never move again.

The do or die moment.

BZOOOOOMMM!~

Bolts of lightning erupted from the impact point, arcing out and pulvirizing everything within reach. Floating islands disintegrated. The trees screamed as their bark burned away. The sky above twisted under the weight of it all.

CRAKAKABOOOOOM!

ROOOOOAAAR!

The force of their clash created spatial rifts around the Hollow, warping reality itself. Space cracked like glass, each rupture hissing with black lightning.

"Master, no! If you do that, your mana system will—"

The flames halted mid-surge, frozen like a painting.The ash and debris hovered weightlessly in the air.The roar of fire, the crackle of energy, the screams- all frozen.

For ages, Vulkris slumbered and silently cultivated his core, flames licking at his broken soul, biding his time. No one had ever managed to finish him off—and he knew, one day, the Hollow would weaken and the seal would fail.

A final blast erupted, louder than anything before.

The sealed space of Inferna Hollow began to fracture.

Vulkris refused to be outshined by a mere human.

Far away, in the deep southern edge of the Runewood...

He inhaled sharply, then opened his jaws wider. This time, his beam widened—becoming a monstrous wave of scorching flame.

At the center of the Inferna Hollow, something horrifyingly beautiful began to form—a radiant sphere of golden-red destruction, pulsating with enough energy to distabilize the space itself.

His pulse quickened, and an excited smile crept on his monstrous face.

His lips curled into a smile, his eyes glowing with exhilaration.

’What kind of system even allows that?’

All he knew was this moment.

Like someone just unplugged the power source. Like a system error in the middle of intense match.

He could feel the metal melting. His arms shook. Breathing became harder than lifting mountains.

The ancient trees that once stood for millennia?Ash. Scattered in the winds of a new apocalypse.

KABOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

"Let’s see who lasts longer, freak!"

A battle not born of stale vengeance.Not the mindless fury he had drowned in for centuries.But a true challenge. Pure, dangerous, and glorious iin his tastebuds.

They glowed- not with fire, but with a blinding fusion of light and heat, as if reality itself had reached its limit.

"I KNOW!"

The only thing left... was his voice. And Vulkris’s.A desperate, final howl of human and beast.

The golden beam howled toward him like a divine executioner- relentless, merciless, and inevitable.

His war with the Elves had never been about battle.

His blood boiled, his veins felt like molten wire.Every pore ripped open, screaming of pain.

[PROMINENCE BEAM]

And as dread licked along his spine, Vulkris found his lips curling wider.

BZSSHAAA~

Vulkris’s eyes narrowed, then widened in disbelief.

Auren staggered, his feet dragging as the sheer force of Vulkris’s new attack pressed into him. His golden beam began to falter, inch by inch, swallowed by the growing red tide.

Vaporized without a trace.

His massive ego stroked hard by the sudden push coming from Auren.

Agony struck him like lightning.

If Auren wanted to gamble everything, then so would he.

The very fabric of the realm trembled. Jagged cracks split across the skies, through the floating earth, and down to the molten core.

He would then be free to unleash his wrath in full.

The clash intensified together with their individual shout.

The explosion shattered the sound barrier. Bright golden light and crimson flame clashed like celestial titans locked in a cosmic brawl.

Blinding and still.It surrounded him, swallowed him.Time, breath, heat—all of it disappeared.

He bared his fangs, threw back his head, and roared—

His core throbbed like a supernova, overflowing with molten mana that poured from his body in an unrelenting surge. f\r(e)ewe.b no\vel.com

The tree exploded into a towering pillar of fire. The shockwave flattened trees, sent flocks of birds screaming into the sky, and rocked the earth with a sound that echoed across continents.

And then-

Mana surged like a furious river unleashed, and his golden beam erupted with newfound fury. It expanded violently, a blinding force that swallowed Vulkris’s crimson fire like a beast starved for vengeance.

"...What the hell just happened?"

And yet... it stirred something buried deep within him. A thrill. A memory of what it used to feel like to face a true rival.

HAAAAAAAAAAA!

And in its place is a towering mushroom cloud of gold and crimson fire...