The supporting character's harem is very normal-Chapter 525: Stupid!

"Rakka?!" Lathel immediately recognized who had just appeared.

Of course it was Rakka, the male lead he trusted the most since coming to this world until now.

Rakka wore a normal outfit, however, his aura was extremely powerful, radiating an overwhelming power around his body like an ancient monster.

Lathel took a deep breath, realizing that this was the aura of a master who once stood at the pinnacle of the world, just one step away from the throne of God.

BAM!

Ikarys' arrow flew into the distance, then exploded, creating a giant ball of heat, followed by a hurricane-like shockwave that blew out into the surroundings.

Ikarys frowned, although the young man standing in front of him was not of high level, he did not understand why he felt extremely afraid.

It was as if he was facing a giant mountain that would never be overcome.

"You bastard!" Ikarys gritted his teeth, his expression a little worried, a little scared.

Rakka was different, he was strangely calm, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his face expressionless, looking towards Ikarys.

"Want me to slap you a few more times?"

Hearing Rakka speak, Ikarys gritted his teeth, his eyes red with anger.

Rakka's words made his face sting as if he had just been slapped again.

"Do you think you can defeat me with your level?" Ikarys growled, his voice filled with anger and madness.

"Huh!" Rakka said nothing, only snorting in disdain. Sometimes, saying nothing was worse than cursing.

Ikarys felt despised and severely humiliated. The other party treated him like a dog and had no right to speak.

'No!' Ikarys roared in his heart: 'I am the protagonist of this world, I cannot be defeated, I am the child of destiny.'

[Ding! The duration of 'Confinement' has expired]

While Ikayrs was angry, a system notification appeared, startling him.

'What the hell?' Because he was angered by Rakka, he forgot the effective time of the 'Imprison' function.

"Damn it!" Ikarys shouted: "System, use that function again, imprison him for me."

[Ding! This function can only be used once per day.]

"Fuck! System, you betrayed me too?" Ikarys cursed.

Rakka frowned, confused as to who he was scolding.

At this moment, the chains binding him gradually dissolved, allowing him to move again.

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He immediately kicked Omnis flying backwards, hitting a large stone pillar, then lying still on the ground.

Lathel looked at Ikarys who was cursing, immediately realizing that Ikarys' system seemed to be having some kind of problem.

"Rakka, quickly defeat him, he seems to possess something that surpasses the rules of this world."

Rakka immediately believed Lathel when he heard what he said because he considered Lathel as his friend.

Moreover… the chains just now also made Rakka confused, they seemed to not belong to any of the rules of this world, full of mystery and strangeness.

Rakka looked towards Ikarys at this moment, his face carrying a hint of interest, muttering: "Overcoming the rules of this world… it seems, he has what I need to become a God."

"Leave this kid to me, you help the Pope."

Hearing Rakka say that, two wings immediately grew out from behind Lathel and immediately flew away.

Even though Lathel didn't say anything, he and Rakka understood each other, so they didn't need to say much.

Watching Lathel leave, Ikarys gritted his teeth, his cold voice rang out: "You bastard! I will cut off all your limbs. What you did… I still remember it clearly."

"Ah!" Rakka shrugged and said, "You still remember my slaps? Looks like you really are a pervert."

"But don't worry, I can slap you a few more times if I feel like it."

"You bastard!" Ikarys shouted, "Even without the System support, I can still easily kill you."

"System?" Rakka frowned, a hint of confusion appearing on his face.

That's right, because during the time Ikarys was imprisoned, he couldn't do any missions so he didn't receive anything from the system.

On the contrary, because his life was threatened, the System converted all of his items into life energy, allowing him to live until now.

Ikarys took out a white sword, a dazzling halo filled with holiness and majesty radiated blindingly.

Rakka saw the sword but was not afraid, her eyes only showed contempt.

He took out a small wooden stick from his space bag that was carefully carved into a wooden sword.

Of course, the sculptor was Lathel with his 'Master Sculptor' talent.

Ikarys looked at the wooden sword in Rakka's hand, his expression was first one of surprise, then of disdain, his loud laughter rang out: "Hahahaha... how funny."

"Do you think that trivial wooden stick can compare to the sword forged for me by a master blacksmith?"

Ikarys said as he raised the sword, the radiance it emitted became even more dazzling as if it was boasting of its own power.

On the sword, countless strange characters were moving as if it was alive.

In contrast, Rakka's wooden sword appeared extremely ordinary, even like trash.

The sword body is meticulously sculpted but has no special features.

The wood was burned black, just a pure black color as if it had been burned in fire for a long time.

There was no magical energy emanating from it, just a normal charcoal black wooden sword.

Rakka smirked, his eyes looking at Ikarys like he was looking at an idiot.

"To defeat you, this wooden sword is enough."

"Huh! Idiot!" Hearing Rakka say that, Ikarys angrily swung his sword, the dazzling light turned into a small moon, and charged towards Rakka.

The surrounding space seemed to be immersed in darkness, the only light coming from that small moon.

Although the skill was very beautiful, like a work of art, it contained terrifying destructive power, causing the surrounding space to vibrate.

"Huh!" Rakka snorted in disdain.

He was in no hurry, waiting until the moon was in front of him, he just gently swung the wooden sword in his hand.

Immediately after that…

BAM!

A terrifying pressure transformed into an invisible sword, instantly cutting off the small moon, erasing all surrounding energy.

"What?!" Ikarys was startled, trying to retreat but it was too late.

"Ack!" He cried out in pain.

The invisible air pressure carried a terrifying sharpness that swept across his shoulder, leaving a cut so deep that his shoulder blade was visible.

It even left a small cut on the bone, causing Ikarys to shiver, both in fear and pain.

"What… what the hell is that?" Ikarys stammered.

It must be known that his sword was made of an extremely sturdy metal, and was forged by a master blacksmith.

Baked in a terrible fire for over 100 days, then added with countless magic crystals, this powerful sword was created.

If this sword appears, even level 100 masters will have to fight for it.

However… he didn't understand why this sword's skill was destroyed so easily.

"This?" Rakka waved the wooden sword, smiling as he said, "Just a normal piece of wood I picked up on the side of the road."

Rakka's answer was like a slap, slapping Ikarys across the face.

"You… you…" Ikarys wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't know what to say.

An ordinary wooden stick defeated a sword known as the 'Sword of Moonlight'.

This is the funniest thing ever.

"No… he must have just used some kind of magic item that was why he was able to destroy my skill." Ikarys didn't want to believe in reality, he immediately found some reason to deny the truth that just happened.

"That's right… magic items… that bastard must have used magic items." Ikarys muttered, "But… how many magic items do you have that can withstand the power of this sword?"

He swung his sword again, and the small moon appeared again, emitting a dazzling light.

The surrounding space suddenly became gloomy as if surrounded by countless dark clouds.

The only light source coming from the moon carried a terrible energy that seemed about to explode.

Rakka saw the moon hanging above Ikarys' head, her face extremely calm.

"Stupid!"