SSS-Ranked Trash Hero: I Was Scammed Into Being Summoned-Chapter 69: Mad Hiroshi vs.Three Gods

The shockwave from Hiroshi’s transformation didn’t just push the air; it erased it.

The few knights who had managed to survive the initial onslaught were vaporized instantly. They didn’t have time to scream or raise their shields. The black pulse from Hiroshi’s new skeletal form hit them, and their physical bodies simply ceased to exist. Their armor clattered to the floor, empty and smoking, as their souls were sucked into the vertical slit on Hiroshi’s mask.

The three Avatars were the only things left standing in the crater, and they were barely holding on.

Hiroshi moved. He didn’t walk. The six insect-like legs on his back stabbed into the molten glass floor, pulling him forward in a series of jarring, high-speed twitches.

Kenji, driven by the frantic instincts of the Lord of War, swung his jagged blade in a desperate wide arc. "God-Slayer’s Final Breath!"

The blade was reinforced by every remaining drop of Kenji’s blood. The red mist solidified into a crescent of pure, physical destruction that could have sliced a mountain in half.

Hiroshi didn’t dodge. He raised one multi-jointed arm. The void-needles at the tips of his fingers elongated, weaving together into a pitch-black lattice. The red crescent hit the lattice and didn’t explode. It shattered like glass.

Hiroshi’s void-hand continued forward, closing around the edge of Kenji’s blade. With a casual flick of his wrist, Hiroshi snapped the divine metal. He then drove a skeletal leg into Kenji’s chest. The impact sent Kenji flying through three layers of reinforced stone. His body left a trail of shattered ribs and golden blood, landing in a heap of rubble, broken, bleeding, but his heart still feebly drumming against his ruined chest.

"Kenji!" Aria screamed. She tried to manifest a tidal wave of liquid mana to drown the crater, but her body betrayed her.

The "Avatar" state was reaching its limit. The human vessels were failing.

Aria’s blue skin was turning grey. Her liquid form was leaking from her eyes and ears, unable to maintain its pressure. When she tried to channel her power, Hiroshi simply pointed the vertical slit in his mask at her.

A beam of violet-black light shot out. It hit the water mid-air.

The water didn’t evaporate. It turned into a swarm of black, oily leeches that fell back onto Aria. She screamed as her own mana, now corrupted by Hiroshi’s void, began to bind her. The leeches didn’t eat her flesh; they wove around her like a living straitjacket, sealing her magic and pinning her to the ground. She collapsed into a state of shock, her breathing shallow, her eyes rolling back as the void-corruption forced her into a dark, catatonic slumber.

Marcus, the Avatar of Soleth, was the only one with enough divinity left to stand. But the gold was gone from his skin. He was a grey, cracked statue of a man, his four arms trembling.

"You... are... an... abomination," Marcus wheezed. His voice was no longer the roar of a god; it was the rattle of a dying priest.

Hiroshi tilted his head. The vertical eye pulsed. His power was not decreasing. With every soul he consumed from the fallen knights, and every bit of divine mana he stripped from the Avatars, his presence grew heavier.

The gravity in the crater was now so high that the molten glass was being compressed into black diamonds.

Elias watched this from the shadows of a collapsed pillar, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He was a professional, a man who had killed kings and monsters, but this was the end of the world. He saw the way Hiroshi handled the gods. It wasn’t a fight.

Elias knew if he stayed another ten seconds, he would be part of the pile.

He activated his ultimate survival skill: "Absolute Stealth: Ghost Walk." He pushed his mana into his legs, but something strange happened. As he moved through the border of Hiroshi’s void-aura and Marcus’s dying holy light, the friction between the two extreme energies began to rub against his own soul.

His level counter, which had been stuck at 198 for years, began to spin.

The system in his head began to scream with notifications. He was witnessing the fight of gods and something worse. The "experience" gained from being the sole witness to this event was astronomical.

[Warning: Soul threshold exceeded.]

[Calculating Rank Advancement...]

[Rank Up: Mythical Rank Attained.]

Elias felt a cold, sharp power surge through his veins. His body became weightless. He wasn’t just invisible; he was no longer entirely in the physical dimension. He took one last look at the slaughter and ran. He moved through the walls of the palace as if they were mist, his new Mythical speed allowing him to cover miles in seconds. He didn’t stop until the castle was a tiny speck on the horizon. He was the only human who would live to tell of this day.

Back in the crater, the destruction reached its peak.

Hiroshi decided to finish it. He raised all six of his void-legs. Each one began to glow with a different shade of dark energy. He slammed them into the floor.

"Void Resonance."

A wave of black energy erupted from the center of the crater. It didn’t stop at the palace walls. It rippled through the earth, turning the soil to ash and the stone to dust for three miles in every direction. The entire west wing of the palace, already tilted, finally gave way. Tens of thousands of tons of rock and gold collapsed into the pit, burying the remains of the knights and pinning the unconscious bodies of Kenji and Aria beneath layers of debris.

But Hiroshi wasn’t finished.

He moved through the falling debris like a ghost, his skeletal body flickering in and out of existence. He stepped over the mangled, breathing form of Kenji, dismissing him as a broken toy. He ignored the shivering, cocooned form of Aria.

Finally, there was Marcus. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

The Avatar of Soleth was on his knees, his four arms broken and hanging at his sides. He couldn’t see anymore; the light of his own god had blinded him as it fled his body.

"The Church... will... find you," Marcus whispered, blood bubbling from his mouth.

Hiroshi didn’t respond with words. The thousand voices in his throat let out a low, vibrating hum that sounded like a funeral bell.

He stood over Marcus, his elongated, skeletal frame casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the entire crater. He raised his right hand. The void-needles on his fingers grew, sharpening into a single, five-foot-long blade of absolute darkness.

This was the killing blow. He would drive the blade through Marcus’s skull, consume the final spark of the Sun God, and become something that could challenge the heavens themselves.

The power radiating from Hiroshi was now so vast it was distorting the sky above. A black vortex had formed in the clouds, mirroring the one in the crater.

Hiroshi drew his arm back.

Marcus bowed his head, waiting for the end.

The blade moved. It cut through the air with a high-pitched scream, aimed directly at the center of Marcus’s forehead.

And then, it stopped.

Hiroshi’s body locked up.

The void-blade hovered exactly one inch from Marcus’s skin. The six insect-like legs on Hiroshi’s back froze, vibrating with a violent, repressed energy. The vertical slit in his mask began to flicker, the purple light stuttering like a dying lamp.

Inside the nightmare shell, something was wrong.

Hiroshi’s hand began to shake. The void-blade didn’t retract, but it wouldn’t advance. The thousand voices in his throat were suddenly silenced, replaced by a single, human gasp for air.

The creature groaned, a deep, agonizing sound of grinding bone.

Marcus, feeling the sudden lack of an execution, tilted his head up. "What...?"

Hiroshi’s body remained frozen, a statue of skeletal darkness in the center of the ruin. His own power was still swirling around him, hungry and violent, but the pilot had lost control.

The silence in the crater was absolute, broken only by the sound of Hiroshi’s internal systems screaming as his human heart tried to restart inside a body made of the void.