My Taming System Makes Me Overpowered

Eleven thousand meters beneath the surface of the ocean, light was a forgotten concept. Down here in the trench, the crushing atmospheric weight could flatten an iron warship into a coin in a fraction of a second. The absolute, freezing pitch-blackness was broken only by the eerie bioluminescence of deep-sea flora, the blinding golden-blue flares of Vanguard magic, and the thousands of glowing violet eyes covering the colossal form of The Sleeper. The pressure itself felt like a living entity, an invisible hand pressing inward from every direction with the patient, merciless strength of the abyss. Currents moved with glacial slowness, thick as liquid stone, carrying the faint mineral tang of ancient volcanic vents and the faint, metallic scent of dissolved minerals that had never known the sun.

Energized by their General’s call, the two hundred elite Vanguard troops charged in tight, spear-wall formations. They unleashed a barrage of high-pressure hydro-kinetic beams, but at this terrifying depth, the sheer density of the water column swallowed their magic before it could even scorch the titan’s translucent hide. Each beam left only brief, shimmering trails of displaced water that collapsed almost instantly, the energy dissipated into harmless turbulence long before it could reach its target. The soldiers’ armor groaned under the strain, reinforced plating flexing and creaking as the trench’s weight tested every seal and joint.

Vetra was the first to breach the titan’s immediate perimeter. Weaving through a forest of rising, saw-toothed tendrils, her tail thrashing to cut through the heavy current, her eyes glowed with feral excitement. She channeled her dark aura into her claws, extending them into razor-sharp blades of condensed energy. The tendrils rose and fell like living pillars of black glass, their serrated edges catching the faint violet glow and scattering it in fractured shards of light. Vetra’s movements were fluid and predatory, her body cutting through the resistant water with practiced efficiency born of countless battles in lesser depths.

”Shadow Rend!” Vetra roared, propelling herself into a blinding spin.

She carved across a cluster of the titan’s violet eyes in a flurry of lethal slashes. Sparks of kinetic force illuminated the dark water, but as the turbulence settled, Vetra’s jaw dropped. Her claws had dragged against the translucent skin like dull lead against solid diamond. Not a single eye was blinded; not a single scratch remained. The impact had produced only a brief, high-pitched vibration that traveled outward through the water and faded into nothing. For a moment she hung suspended, staring at her own extended claws as if they had betrayed her.

”Get back, Vetra!” Lyrielle’s voice echoed through their telepathic link.

Hovering fifty yards back, Lyrielle materialized her wooden conduit staff with both hands. The ancient wood flared with brilliant cyan runes, drawing upon the immense surrounding fluid pressure. She thrust the staff forward, casting her highest-tier offensive spell. The runes pulsed in rapid sequence, each one drinking the crushing weight of the trench and converting it into focused power. Around her, the water itself seemed to lean inward, feeding the gathering spell.

”Abyssal Piercer!”

A spiraling, twenty-foot spear of hyper-compressed water shot through the black abyss, leaving a vacuum trail in its wake. It slammed directly into the titan’s flank with a deafening crack. Yet, before the force could penetrate, the suffocating depth pressure of the trench absorbed the spell’s kinetic momentum, dispersing the massive spear into a cloud of harmless, fizzling bubbles. The vacuum trail collapsed with a series of sharp implosions, each one sending secondary shockwaves that rattled the nearby basalt formations but left the titan untouched. Lyrielle’s eyes narrowed behind her helm, the cyan light of her staff dimming as the residual energy bled away.

”My turn,” General Nerissa growled, her Siren lineage flaring to life.

Her golden eyes blazed like twin suns in the dark abyss, her sapphire-scaled tail fin thrashing with hypnotic, deadly grace. The vocal cords in her throat vibrated at a frequency that made the surrounding ocean boil. Pairing her hydro-sonic power with the full royal magic of her house, she reared back and hurled her heavy trident with divine force. The water around her body heated in concentric rings, steam pockets forming and collapsing in rapid succession as her power built to its peak.

”Siren’s Judgment: Tsunami Spear!”

A golden-blue pillar of hydro-kinetic sonic energy tore through the eleven-thousand-meter depth, blasting aside thousands of tons of water as it locked onto the titan’s main torso. The explosion was magnificent, lighting up the entire trench in a blinding flash of royal light. The shockwave rattled the basalt cliffs for miles. For several long seconds the trench was illuminated as if by a second sun, revealing the full, impossible scale of The Sleeper—its mountainous bulk, the layered ridges of translucent flesh, the endless lattice of violet eyes that tracked every movement with cold, alien awareness.

When the light faded, the titan’s chitinous armor remained pristine. The royal spell hadn’t even chipped the outer glaze. The residual glow of Nerissa’s magic lingered only as faint afterimages on the retinas of those who had looked directly at the blast.

”Out of the way!” Vince’s voice boomed, deep and resonant in his full Dragonkin form.

Ignoring the suffocating pressure that would crush mortal lungs, Vince surged forward like a dark comet. His scaled tail cut through the liquid void, his dark draconic horns gleaming under the violet light of the titan’s eyes. He pulled his right arm back, igniting his dragon-scaled fist with pure, un-magical kinetic density. Every muscle in his transformed body coiled with raw physical power, the kind that relied on mass and velocity rather than arcane force. The water parted reluctantly around him, forming a temporary tunnel of displaced current that closed immediately in his wake.

”Dragon’s Imperial Impact!”

Vince slammed his fist straight into the center of the titan’s colossal chest plate.

BOOM!

The physical kinetic dump was catastrophic. A colossal underwater shockwave expanded outward in a perfect sphere, blowing away the surrounding currents and parting the sea 11,000 meters down. The sheer weight of the punch registered across the entire trench floor. Rocks the size of small buildings shifted on distant ridges. Schools of blind, pale fish that had survived for eons in this lightless world were scattered or killed by the pressure wave alone.

Yet, as the water rushed back into the vacuum, Vince felt the terrible truth through his knuckles. The Sleeper’s translucent, gel-like flesh simply rippled, absorbing and dispersing the entire kinetic force across its mountain-sized frame. Vince hadn’t even forced it back an inch. The sensation traveling up his arm was not the satisfying resistance of solid impact, but a soft, yielding give followed by an immediate redistribution of force that left his fist feeling as though it had struck nothing more substantial than thick jelly stretched over an unyielding core.

Irritated by the persistent buzzing of insects, the thousands of violet eyes covering The Sleeper flared in unison. Its multi-layered, cavernous maw slowly peeled open in the center of its mass. The opening was vast enough to swallow a battleship whole, the inner surfaces lined with ridges of denser tissue that pulsed with the same violet luminescence.

It did not make a sound that human ears could process. Instead, it unleashed an **Abyssal Roar**—a localized, gravitational acoustic shockwave of raw depth pressure.

THUUUUUUUUM!

The ocean itself buckled. A wall of sheer, crushing kinetic force ripped through the dark water column, instantly shattering the Vanguard’s defensive barriers and blasting the entire two-hundred-man army backward. Armor plating cracked. Magical wards collapsed in cascading failures of light and sound. Soldiers tumbled end over end through the black water, their formations destroyed in a single, overwhelming pulse.

Vince, Nerissa, Vetra, and Lyrielle were caught in the violent tempest, hurled hundreds of meters through the dark, murky water like autumn leaves in a storm. They slammed back onto the basalt ridge, tumbling across the sharp stone before regaining their footing. The impact drove the breath from their lungs and sent fresh pain racing through already strained bodies.

Coughing up blood and bubbles, the squad stabilized themselves in the pitch-black abyss, their eyes wide as they stared back at the unblemished titan towering in the distance. The trench had returned to its previous state of near-total darkness, broken only by the steady, unblinking violet glow of those countless eyes and the faint residual bioluminescence of the deep flora.

They gritted their teeth in collective realization. Four supreme, high-tier ultimate attacks—and they hadn’t even managed to draw a single drop of blood. The Sleeper remained exactly as it had been at the start of the engagement: vast, silent, and utterly untouched by everything the Vanguard’s finest could throw against it.