The supporting character's harem is very normal-Chapter 532: The fireworks… are truly beautiful

Rakka felt something he had never experienced before. It was as if the path to becoming a God, spanning tens of thousands of miles, had now shortened to the point where only a single step remained.

Before him stood a stone gate engraved with countless strange characters, constantly shifting and changing form.

The process unfolded so quickly that it made Rakka slightly dizzy.

However, excitement surged through his heart.

Recalling his past life, he had reached the world's highest level at that time.

He believed he was just a step away from the divine throne. But now, looking back, he found his thoughts at the time utterly laughable.

Now, standing before this stone gate, he finally realized that becoming a God was not merely about level or strength.

Just like this moment—though his level was not high, he was incredibly close to the divine throne, as if he only needed to reach out his hand, and he could immediately grasp it.

However, even though the distance was only a single step, crossing that gap was as difficult as traversing an abyss spanning thousands upon thousands of miles.

But… Rakka was not in a hurry, for he had seen his opportunity, the chance to become a deity.

That opportunity had not vanished; it simply required time for him to fully comprehend the laws of this World to ascend the path to divinity.

…

At that very moment, in a distant place within the vast cosmos.

This was a dark and desolate region of space, devoid of any planets or sources of light.

Suddenly, a pair of colossal eyes, stretching over a billion miles, slowly opened. These eyes appeared ordinary yet carried the awe-inspiring majesty of a deity—no one could gaze directly into them.

They peered into the distance, a fleeting trace of interest flashing within before slowly closing again.

…

Rakka jolted, cold sweat pouring down like a torrent.

Just as he began perceiving a trace of the world's laws, a pair of eyes fixated on him, filling him with terror.

'What was that?' Rakka wondered inwardly.

He hastily withdrew his senses, no longer daring to continue comprehending the laws inscribed on the stone gate before him.

Rakka feared that those eyes would instantly reduce him to ashes if he hesitated for even a second.

However, in that fleeting moment, he had gained more than a hundred years' worth of cultivation.

Slowly, Rakka opened his eyes, gazing toward the warships with nothing but disdain in his heart.

At that moment, he raised his sword toward the sky.

The wooden sword in his hand, seemingly ordinary, suddenly radiated a dazzling brilliance.

That brilliance transformed into a pillar of light, shooting straight into the heavens, piercing through the layers of dark clouds that had shrouded the entire sky.

Ikarys and the others, witnessing this scene, widened their eyes in utter disbelief.

What was happening?

How could an ordinary brat exude such an overwhelming presence?

How could he summon a pillar of light that pierced through the sky?

Ikarys trembled.

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He had always believed himself to be the protagonist of this world. With a system in his possession, he was confident he would someday reign as its supreme ruler.

But… he was wrong.

Before him now stood someone who had transcended all of his understanding, someone beyond the system's control, someone who shattered the very concept of levels.

Ikarys swallowed hard, an unbearable mix of agony and despair filling his heart.

The beauties of this world should have been his. That radiance should have belonged to him. It should have been…

"Damn it!" Ikarys gritted his teeth, his face growing more twisted and grotesque with jealousy.

Yes, he was envious of Lathel. He was envious of Rakka.

Why were beautiful women always drawn to Lathel?

Why did Rakka possess the power of a God?

Why?

He refused to accept it. He had the system. He was supposed to be the protagonist of this world.

"Fire!" Ikarys roared, his face contorted with fury. "Aim directly at that brat! Reduce him to ashes."

"I want him erased from this world!"

The people around him, still stunned by the sword light piercing through the sky, snapped back to reality at Ikarys' command.

The colossal magic cannons mounted on the airborne warships all locked onto Rakka.

Rakka saw everything, yet he remained indifferent. At this moment, his entire focus was on the sword light in his hand.

He took a deep breath, then gently swung his sword.

Whoosh!

The sword light that had pierced through the heavens vanished.

All anyone felt was a gentle breeze brushing past them.

Then…

Silence. An eerie silence swallowed everything.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the sky was once again bathed in sunlight as if nothing had happened.

The people aboard the ships stood frozen, unable to comprehend what had just occurred. They only felt a strange, chilling gust of wind pass through them.

Ikarys stood atop the mast, his eyes filled with confusion as he thought, 'What… what did he just do?'

But… a second later, he returned to his senses and roared, "Hurry! Fire! Kill him for me!"

Ikarys felt that as long as Rakka existed in this world, even for a single moment, he would never be at peace.

Only when Rakka was dead—reduced to ashes, completely erased from existence—would he finally be able to smile.

Rakka glanced at the warships, then turned away and walked toward Lathel.

Lathel and Lumiana both stared at him with puzzled expressions.

Lathel frowned and asked, "It's over?"

"It's over," Rakka replied simply. "Let's go. I'm tired."

With those words, Rakka took his wooden sword and began descending the steps, his figure slowly vanishing from sight.

Once he was out of view, Lumiana asked in confusion, "He… what did he just do?"

Lathel shrugged, indicating he had no idea. "I…"

CLANG!

Suddenly, the crisp sound of a sword slicing through the air echoed across the entire space, cutting off his words.

The sharp, melodic ring, like the song of a bird, transformed into a soundwave that spread for dozens of miles.

And then…

Lathel's eyes widened in sheer disbelief as he watched the floating warships—each and every one of them—get sliced in half.

Yes, just like cakes being cut with a blade, the warships were severed instantly with incomprehensible speed.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

One by one, the bisected warships exploded, the deafening blasts resounding continuously. Fiery debris rained down like a meteor shower.

Lathel sighed deeply as he took in the scene, thinking to himself:

'As expected of the protagonist. Flexing like this… not even other protagonists could pull it off.'

'It seems… Rakka is truly the strongest protagonist of them all.'

'But… how did he manage to do that? I really want to learn.'

"You want to learn?"

Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind. Of course, he knew exactly who it belonged to.

He nodded and responded through his thoughts, "Of course I do."

"Then keep dreaming. The power he used has already touched the threshold of Godhood. You still wouldn't reach that level even if you cultivated for 1,000 years."

"Ah!"

Upon hearing that, Lathel was only surprised that Rakka had already stepped onto the threshold of becoming a God so quickly. He didn't feel disappointed at all.

After all, his purpose in this world was to live a peaceful life, build a massive harem, and then enjoy himself until the end of his days.

"Huh! You won't even ask why you can't learn it?"

"No need!" Lathel replied casually. "You already said I'll never reach that level, so what's the point of asking?"

Viva: "…"

Viva, who was residing within Lathel's mind, found this utterly baffling.

What exactly was this young man thinking?

Anyone who saw even the slightest chance of becoming a God would do everything in their power to seize it, no matter how small—a mere 0.00001% chance would still be worth grasping.

However, Lathel was different.

When he heard Viva say it would take 1,000 years of training to perform that skill, he immediately gave up.

Are you kidding me?

Spending 1,000 years just to learn a single skill? Wouldn't it be better to use that time to enjoy life with my harem instead?

And so, Lathel abandoned the idea without hesitation.

Viva, clearly annoyed, said, "Oy! You're really giving up?"

"Exactly. You already said it would take me 1,000 years to learn that skill. So, how long would it take to reach his level? 10,000 years? 100,000 years?"

Lathel sighed and said, "Then it's not worth considering."

Viva: "…"

Ignoring Viva's silence, Lathel turned his gaze toward Lumiana, who was still looking at the scene's aftermath in astonishment.

Smiling, he said, "Beautiful fireworks, huh?"

"Fireworks?"

Hearing Lathel's voice snapped Lumiana back to reality. However, when she heard him mention fireworks, she couldn't help but feel confused.

But she immediately understood what he meant as she looked at the burning fragments scattered across the sky, plummeting toward the ground like falling stars.

She nodded and softly replied, "Yes… the fireworks… are truly beautiful."