God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World!

Inside the deepest chamber, General Aston was already finished before the real fight even began.

His back was against the cracked wall, one arm gone, blood pouring down his side in thick streams. His health was dropping at a frightening rate, and even he could feel it clearly now. Every breath sounded rough, and every attempt to move made more blood spill onto the floor.

Even so, the old war veteran’s pride had not died yet.

His face twisted as he forced himself to push off the wall. His ruined body shook, but he still tried to stand. Years on the battlefield had carved that instinct into him too deeply. If he was still breathing, he would still fight.

Gabriel only spared him a glance before turning his eyes back to Torin.

Torin had finally gathered himself. Fury, fear, and caution mixed in his chest, but his hands stayed steady. He raised one arm, and several magic circles flared into existence around him. The temperature in the room surged at once.

A wave of fire shot out.

Fwish! Fwish!

It was not a single line. It was a full barrage, flames twisting together into sharp arcs, burning bullets, and expanding bursts that filled the space between them. The light from the attack painted the walls orange, and the pressure from the mana behind it was enough to crush weaker fighters on the spot.

Gabriel stepped forward and cut once.

His Twin Dragon Fangs flashed.

Every incoming fire attack split apart the moment it touched the blade arcs. Some broke in half and vanished. Others scattered into harmless sparks before they could even reach his clothes.

Torin’s expression changed. He fired again, faster this time.

The attacks were powerful enough to burn through steel and flesh together, but Gabriel kept walking through them as if they were slow.

Every strike of his swords was clean.

He cut down each flame with brute force and precision until Torin was forced to retreat step by step, his calm finally cracking under pressure.

The fight looked one sided.

Torin attacked with skill after skill, yet none of them could stop Gabriel’s advance. The distance between them kept shrinking, and that made the clan head’s breathing rougher. Sweat had already formed along his neck and temple, not only from the heat of the room, but from the pressure of being cornered.

He had not been forced into this state in a very long time.

Not even guild masters had pushed him like this.

Yet here he was.

An unknown figure had broken into his base, cut down his people, killed Johnny, crippled Aston, and was still walking toward him with the same calm face. What irritated Torin even more was his white phantom state.

This room should have been suffocating him.

The heat should have been eating at his skin and making him struggle.

But he looked completely fine, and that fact made Torin’s irritation deepen.

”How are you still like this?” he muttered.

He bit down on his anger and raised both hands. The circles around him changed shape, shrinking inward while the fire inside them compressed more and more.

This was one of his strongest skills.

Flame Bullet.

He rarely used it because of the cost. It consumed a large amount of mana, and under normal circumstances, he would never spend it unless it was necessary.

Now it was necessary.

The compressed flame at the center of his palms grew smaller and denser until it was the size of a real bullet. The air around it warped. Torin’s breathing grew heavier, and sweat rolled down his face as he finished condensing it.

”Die,” he growled as he fired.

FWOOOOSH!

The flame bullet shot forward with terrifying speed. It was far faster than his earlier attacks, and the power packed inside it was enough to blast through layers of defense in one strike.

Gabriel’s eyes flashed. Despite the speed of the bullet, it was still not that fast in his eyes.

Clang.

The Twin Dragon Fang struck the side of the bullet and deflected it away just before it reached his head.

Torin’s eyes widened, unable to believe his attack had been countered so easily.

The bullet flew off course and hit General Aston, who had finally managed to push himself off the wall and take a step forward. It slammed into the middle of his chest and exploded at once.

BOOM!

A loud blast shook the chamber. Fire swallowed Aston’s upper body. The old general did not even have time to shout. When the flames died down, he was already dead, his chest blown apart as his body collapsed back against the broken wall.

Torin’s eyes trembled. That was not how he planned it, but he had no time to dwell on it.

He shifted his focus back to Gabriel and fired again. One flame bullet after another shot out, draining his reserves further. Each one carried frightening power.

Each one was destroyed.

...

Further away, in the upper tunnel, Vv finally slowed down.

The heat here had reached an absurd level. Even he could feel the drain now. His health was dropping with each step, and the closer he got, the louder the sounds of battle became.

’I guess I have to wait here then,’ he thought, taking a few steps back. Though curious to see what was happening, he was wise enough to know when to stop.

Inside the chamber, Gabriel stopped.

He looked at Torin and spoke in a flat tone.

”I’m done playing.”

What do you mean you’re done playing? Haven’t you been fighting with full force all this time?!

That was what Torin wanted to scream, but the pressure of the moment made it impossible.

In the next instant, before his very eyes, the white phantom vanished from where he stood.

Torin’s pupils shrank, and his heart rate skyrocketed.

Gabriel reappeared in front of him and drove one sword straight through his torso. The blade entered cleanly and burst out from his back, blood running down both edges.

Torin coughed blood immediately. His body staggered backward, but Gabriel did not let the moment stretch. He pulled the sword free, blood spraying with it, and cut again.

Thud! Thud!

Both of Torin’s arms fell off, and the clan head dropped to his knees with a heavy thud. Blood poured from the stumps onto the scorched floor beneath him.

Silence settled across the room.

Even on his knees, pale and ruined, Torin was not looking at his wounds.

His eyes stayed locked on Gabriel.

What filled them now was not rage.

It was doubt.

He could not understand it.

...How could someone who had not stepped into Hero Rank possess this kind of power? Where did he come from? Where had he been all this time?