The Heavenly Demon of Terror-Chapter 331: The Final Boss: The Lord of The Fangs

The Lord of Fangs roared—a guttural, primal thunder that split the sky.

His claws met my gauntlets mid-charge. The impact sent a shockwave down the mountain, toppling pillars of bone and cracking the very ground beneath us.

"YOU ARE NO ALPHA!" he bellowed, his voice echoing like a war horn.

"Maybe not," I growled, eyes glowing with fury. "But I'm the end of yours."

He swung, fast—faster than something that big had any right to be. His claw raked across my gauntlet, sparking against the ancient metal. I pivoted, ducked low, and drove my fist into his gut with a flame-propelled blast that sent him staggering.

I didn't stop.

My boots slammed into the earth as I launched another combo—left, right, elbow, knee, gauntlet burst! Flames roared as I slammed both fists into his chest.

But he didn't fall.

The Lord of Fangs grinned, blood dripping from his fangs. "You fight like a beast."

I spat blood. "No. I fight like a man who chose to be more."

He lunged again, claws outstretched. I met him halfway.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!

The sky cried fire.

Each clash was titanic—stone cracked, bones shattered, thunder rolled across the valley.

Then he howled.

It wasn't just a sound—it was pressure, grief, domination. My knees buckled as the howl of a thousand fallen packs roared in my skull.

I dropped to one knee.

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[System Alert – Mental Overload Imminent]

Suggestion: Activate Devourer Drive

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"No," I muttered, gritting my teeth. "Not yet."

I clenched my fists, dragging myself up against the scream of power. Blood dripped down my chin. My gauntlets flickered, red runes glowing violently.

"You're not the only one who can scream."

And I roared.

Not a howl.

A war cry.

One that split the clouds. One that made the Lord of Fangs hesitate.

Then I activated it.

[FANGFIRE OVERDRIVE – IGNITION!]

My gauntlets blazed like suns. Fire spread through my veins, pain blooming into power.

I charged.

Faster.

Faster than lightning.

I slammed my fist into his jaw—crack!—the bone shattered. I followed with an uppercut to the gut that launched him into the air, and I leapt after him, fists like meteors.

"THIS—IS—MY—HOWL!"

Final punch.

Right through his chest.

The explosion of fire and fury tore through the peak.

He crashed to the ground in a heap, his body steaming, crumbling, fading into dust and ash.

The air stilled.

The winds stopped.

And for the first time—

The Maw of the Packless was silent.

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[System Notification – Lord of Fangs Defeated]

Rewards Unlocked:

🔹 Title Unlocked: Beastbreaker

🔹 Artifact Obtained: Obsidian Fang Core (Enhances Strength + Berserk Mode)

🔹 Path Unlocked: Elder Wild Ascension

🔹 Secret Realm Key Acquired: Gate to the Forgotten God

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I stood over his remains, breathing heavy.

Then I looked up at the blackened sky, and whispered—

"Yeah... I still got it."

And somewhere in the distance...

Another howl answered mine.

But this one wasn't from a beast.

It was from something older.

Something... forgotten.

"System, open my status window."

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[System Status Window – Updated]

Name: Samuel Gebb

Titles: Harbinger of Destruction, Void-Walker, Trial Challenger, ...

Race: Unknown (Evolved)

Level: 300

Class: Chaosblade (Ascended Tier)

Affinities: Void, Shadow, Flame, Astral

Realm Access: Twilit Domains | Broken Vale | Trial Worlds | Human Realm

Stat Allocation:

Strength: ★★★★★

Agility: ★★★★★ fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Endurance: ★★★★★★

Intelligence: ★★★★★★★

Void Affinity: ★★★★★★

Willpower: ★★★★★★

Skills:

– Voidstep (Mastered)

– Astral Rend

– Blade Tempest – Chaos Variant

– Devourer's Pulse

– Reality Sever (Awakened)

– Unbroken Form (Passive – Mythic)

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I smirked as I scanned the numbers.

"That's more like it," I muttered, flexing my fingers. "My power's finally catching up to what I've become."

Merging with the original Samuel Gebb... reliving his pain, his scars, his downfall... and surpassing it. His story was written in tragedy—mine won't be.

Bardot... just thinking of that name made my blood run colder than any void.

Abigail Bardot. CEO of Bardot Industries. The woman who used Samuel's love and loyalty, only to break him completely.

In the original timeline, Samuel walked away from her when she was at her lowest—not out of weakness, but because corrupt investors demanded his departure as a condition to bail out Bardot Industries. He left silently, protecting the woman he loved, even though it tore him apart.

He wasn't allowed to tell her the truth.

She begged him to stay. Cried. Pleaded.

But he walked away to save her dream... and her parents. The same parents who later tried to end their lives when the company collapsed.

Then, as fate would have it, Bardot Industries recovered. But instead of understanding, instead of forgiveness—she returned to Samuel with a mask of love and a dagger hidden behind her smile.

Marriage was her revenge.

For three years... she humiliated him. Paraded other men into their home. Made him a shell—a househusband drowning in shame and betrayal. And Samuel, even then, believed that maybe—just maybe—she'd listen if he held on.

But that love... was never real. Only poison.

And the author of that twisted tale? He dared to call it a love story. As if humiliation, betrayal, and cuckoldry were noble trials of affection. As if Samuel's suffering somehow redeemed her ego.

Well, not in my life.

In this... I rewrote the ending.

Abigail Bardot? She got what she deserved.

Bardot Industries fell into ruin. Her crimes were exposed to the world. A public execution followed. And after that... I made sure her legacy was erased. Piece by piece.

"Poetic," I whispered to myself, walking down the crumbled ridge of the dungeon floor. "Her arrogance fed dogs in the end."

The world calls it cruel.

I call it justice.