A pinprick of crimson energy condensed at the very tip of Mirabella’s index finger. It didn’t flicker; it pulsed with the density of a collapsing star. The space around her fingertip began to warp, unable to contain the sheer pressure of her refined energy.

​"I hope you can block this," She said, her voice devoid of emotion.

​WHOOSH!!

​BOOOOM!!!

​The light bullet didn’t just travel; it erased the distance. It tore through the thermosphere with the momentum of a runaway tectonic plate, the sonic boom rippling through the thin air and scattering the green mists of the gateway.

​’This attack can kill me!!’

​Terror finally breached the Dragon Sentinel’s pride. His reptilian pupils contracted to needles as he threw every ounce of his Divine Energy into his blade. "A Hundred Dragon Doom!!!"

​BOOOOM!

​He unleashed a massive, chaotic arc of draconic energy, a slash intended to cleave the sky itself. But as the two attacks collided, the Sentinel’s horror reached its peak. Mirabella’s condensed crimson light didn’t just meet his attack—it shattered the draconic energy like glass before continuing its path, undeterred and hungry.

​"You!!!"

​In a desperate, last-ditch effort, he hauled his sword up, bracing the broad flat of the blade against his chest.

​BOOOOOOOOM!!!!

​The impact was cataclysmic. The light bullet slammed into the God-class artifact, the force propelling the eight-foot Dragon backward like a ragdoll. He smashed into the ornate ring of the gateway, the metal groaning under the force. A mouthful of black, viscous blood sprayed from his lips as he collapsed onto the podium.

​"Is a Mid-Great Celestial Stage this weak?" Mirabella asked, her brow furrowed in genuine disappointment as she walked through the air, her footsteps landing on nothingness as if it were solid marble.

​"You?! How can your attack be that powerful?!" the Sentinel wheezed. He forced himself upright, his gaze dropping to his weapon. His heart nearly stopped. There, across the surface of a weapon forged in the higher realms, were jagged, glowing cracks.

​’What the?!! This is a god-class weapon!! How did one attack from her crack it?!’ He looked back at her, the golden aura surrounding her feeling more like a shroud of death. ’She is a monster... just like her mother.’

​Mirabella did the math in her head. ’My base attack is 50 million... If I multiply that by 100x, it’s five billion total output...’ She opened her palm, and a wave of obsidian-dark flames licked at her skin.

​"Do you think your dragon race is comparable to my Sun family?" she asked, her voice cold. "Do you forget we are the starting line of all your ancient bloodlines?"

​"That... That’s a true Dragon flame! You also have a dragon Bloodline?!!!" The Sentinel gasped, his fear turning into a strange, frantic confusion.

​"Are you deaf?" Mirabella retorted.

​"Hahahaha! I admit I was careless!! But it won’t happen again!!!" The Dragon roared, spreading his massive, scaled wings. He shot into the sky, hovering before the pulsing rift of the gateway. "Come out my legion!!!!"

​The gateway didn’t just vibrate; it shrieked. The red portal flared, and a tide of nightmares began to spill out. In less than five minutes, the sky was blotted out. Tens of thousands of flying monstrosities—chimera-beasts, skeletal wyverns, and armored horrors—filled the air.

​"Mirabella!! This will be your end!! No matter how powerful you are, you will die when facing so many World Bosses! Yes! All these monsters are World Bosses, more than ten thousand of them! Can you win?!!" the Sentinel yelled, his confidence returning through sheer numbers.

​"All World Bosses?" Mirabella scanned the horizon, her eyes reflecting the swarm.

​"Yes!! Do you want to beg now?!! Sorry, but it’s too late!!"

​"Beg? What are you saying? I am happy!!!" A slow, predatory smile spread across Mirabella’s face. She brought her palms together in a sharp, ritualistic clap. "Today, I will show you the true meaning of the word ’Fear.’ Blood Sucker."

​BOOOOOOM!!!

​An invisible, vacuum-like force exploded from Mirabella, expanding in a perfect sphere for miles. It ignored the Dragon, focusing solely on the legion. For one heartbeat, the ten thousand monsters froze mid-air. In the next, their bodies withered, their life essence being violently ripped from their pores and channeled directly into Mirabella.

​Like a rain of lead, the ten thousand World Bosses plummeted toward the earth, their health bars erased in a single tick of the skill.

​"This?!!"

​The Sentinel’s face went pale. He watched his entire army vanish into the void of Mirabella’s power.

{Name: Mirabella Sunny.}

{Game Nickname: Spectral.}

{Level: Lv500. (Peak stage)(God level).}

{Physical Attack: 100,000,000.}

{Agility: 50,000,000.}

{Defense: 197,585,800.} 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

{Health: 3,505,751,200.}

{Magic Attack: 100,000,000.}

{Intellect: 100%.}

{Spirit energy: 100,000,000/100,000,000.}

{Kills: 1.975,858.}

{Boss killed: 5,150.}

{World Boss Killed: 12,620.}

{Realm World Boss killed: 2.}

{Neutral Reputation Gained: 100%.}

​’My stats are even higher than an ordinary Lv500,’ Mirabella noted, feeling the surge of raw power in her veins. She looked at the thousands of loot drops and legendary skill scrolls suspended in the air and snapped her fingers, sweeping them all into her infinite storage.

​"Blood Sucker is truly the best skill for dealing with an army," she said with a smirk.

​"You! You!! I don’t believe I can’t kill you!!" the Dragon screamed, his mind finally snapping under the pressure.

​"Good!! Summon more," Mirabella invited, her eyes glowing with the hunger for more experience points.

​"Come out and kill her!!"

​The Sentinel pointed his cracked sword at the rift. A shadow deeper than the rest emerged. A massive, twenty-meter-tall Flying Goblin, encased in rusted iron and wielding an axe the size of a building, stepped out.

​"A Realm Boss?" Mirabella muttered. She felt a slight pinch of intrigue. ’What force is behind this guy? Is the Aethelgard family this powerful—summoning World Bosses and even a Realm Boss in a snap?’

​"Kill her!!" the Dragon commanded.

​Graaa!

​The Goblin didn’t hesitate. It raised its mountainous axe and brought it down toward the tiny woman lost in thought.

​"Shut up. I want silence."

​Mirabella snapped her fingers, activating the third stage of Mental Overlord.

​There was no physical impact. No clash of steel. One moment, the Goblin was a terrifying avatar of destruction; the next, its massive head simply detonated into a fountain of black blood and cerebral paste. The body twitched once before falling into the abyss below. Just like that, a Realm Boss was dead.