I Own EVERY Class in This World: Life Set to HELL Mode!

Aphex spat blood, his silver hair disheveled and his fury uncontained.

His crescent blades lashed out in a wild frenzy, but Stark's teleportation kept him untouchable.

The crimson spheres blinked across the battlefield, creating an intricate dance of destruction that even Aphex couldn't predict.

"You're starting to piss me off!" Aphex roared, slamming his hand into the ground.

The battlefield rumbled as he unleashed [Gravity Flux], creating a gravitational pull that slowed Stark's movements.

But it was too late.

Stark had already reached his last crimson ball, teleporting and then landing his final blow, his fists glowing with crimson energy as all six arms punched Aphex simultaneously.

-1,447,836!

The force of the impact sent Aphex hurtling across the battlefield, his body carving a trench through the ground as he skidded to a halt.

Dust and debris settled as the damage counter tallied up.

[Aphex HP: 17,832,393/25,000,000]

Aphex groaned as he rose, his armor battered and his eyes blazing with unholy light.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his crescent blades trembled with rage.

"You think this is enough to defeat me?" he hissed, his voice dripping with venom.

The air around him darkened, and the eight crescent blades fused into a single, colossal weapon glowing with celestial energy.

Crescent Oblivion!

Stark watched as the colossal blade of light formed in Aphex's hand, glowing with raw power.

The battlefield trembled under its weight, cracks spreading out from the Apostle as he lifted the fused weapon high.

The crescent scar left in its wake cut across the sky like a harbinger of destruction.

Aphex's grin widened, dark and malicious. "No more games. Let's see you dance around this, little insect."

Stark readied himself, his six arms glowing with renewed crimson energy.

His crimson spears floated behind him, their points aimed directly at the Apostle.

Stark had to stay calm.

[Flow]

gave him a glimpse of what was to come—Aphex's attack would cover the entire battlefield.

Dodging wasn't an option.

[Crescent Oblivion]

activated, and Aphex swung the colossal blade in a devastating arc.

The sheer force of the attack split the air, sending shockwaves rippling out as the radiant crescent cut across the ground.

The glow was blinding, the heat unbearable.

"Block it, now!" Stark yelled, commanding all ten of his [Crimson Spears] to intercept the attack.

The spears darted forward, slamming into the crescent wave.

The explosion of light and energy was deafening.

The crimson spears shattered one by one, unable to withstand the full power of the attack.

Stark's Asura's Arms crossed in front of him defensively, bracing against the impact as the crescent wave hit him head-on.

-112,904!

The force hurled Stark backward, his feet carving in the ground as he slid.

His

Asura's Arms

flickered and all vanishing, tanking the majority of the damage.

[Your additional arms have been destroyed, you cannot summon them back.]

Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring his view.

When the dust settled, Aphex stood tall, his colossal blade shrinking back into eight separate crescent blades.

"Still alive?" he sneered. "Maybe you're not as pathetic as I thought."

His arms hung limp at his sides, his [Asura's Arms] gone, and his once-mighty crimson aura flickering like a dying flame.

Stark wiped blood from his mouth, his chest rising and falling heavily.

His HP had taken a significant hit. He needed a new strategy, and he needed it fast.

He was pretty much one shot away from certain death.

"You talk too much," Stark muttered under his breath, his body shaking with exhaustion.

He was probably the participant in this trial that took on the most monsters, and pretty much clutched the entire thing with Father Hugo, Eternal Regret, Tormented One, Heartless One and many more.

Stark's aura wasn't infinite.

He had to act. He couldn't wait any longer.

Stark raised his hand, summoning one of the most powerful weapons in his arsenal.

The [Spear of Judgment] materialized in a flash of crimson light, its gleaming shaft humbling even the battlefield around it.

Stark wasted no time, hurling it directly at Aphex with all his remaining strength.

The massive spear shot through the air, a comet of destruction, heading straight for Aphex's chest.

It was a precise, direct assault, one that would pierce through any armor and break through Aphex's defenses.

But Aphex, quick and ruthless, anticipated the strike.

With a slash of his crescent blades, the spear was deflected, spinning off course.

Stark's eyes widened.

His attack had been easily avoided. He'd expected the Apostle to evade, but not with such swift ease.

The [Spear of Judgment] came back from the other direction, but Aphex cut it in half.

"Nice try," Aphex taunted, his voice cutting through the tension. "But you'll need more than that to stop me."

Before Stark could react, Aphex raised his arms high as it was his turn to act.

The air grew heavy as the eight crescent blades shifted in an eerie synchrony.

With a flick of Aphex's wrist, they transformed into spectral copies, creating a deadly swarm of thirty-two glowing blades.

Spectral Descents... Second Form!

He too had perks for his skills, after all!

These Spectral Descents attacked without mercy, each one moving with pinpoint precision, seeking Stark's flesh with relentless intent.

The moment the blades lunged forward, Stark's heart skipped a beat.

He could sense the precision, the inevitability of their strike.

If they hit him, there would be no escape.

He needed something now, something that would keep him alive.

The answer came in an instant.

With a snap, Stark activated Dodge Control.

His body twisted and warped unnaturally, moving beyond the limits of human possibility.

It was as if the very fabric of space around him bent to his will.

Stark's form flickered, almost vanishing, as his body teleported from one spot to the next, narrowly avoiding the spectral blades with impossible precision.

Each time a blade came near, Stark's body would twist and shift, his movements so fast that they defied the laws of physics.

For the next fifteen seconds, Stark was untouchable.

The Spectral Descents flew past him, missing by mere inches each time, their deadly edges whizzing through the air as Stark danced between them.

But he didn't have time to savor his success. He knew that the next few moments were critical.

[10 seconds left.]

As the final spectral blade passed by him, Stark didn't wait to catch his breath.

With a swift motion, he threw a series of crimson punches, his fists crashing into Aphex's form.

His blows landed with a resounding force, sending the Apostle stumbling backward.

-238,319! -194,905! -213,281!

It wasn't enough to bring him down, but it was enough to shake his confidence and bring back his eight blades to him.

Aphex growled, his eyes flashing with malevolent determination. "Then let's see how you handle this."

The atmosphere grew thick with an oppressive presence.

Stark's vision blurred as the light around him was devoured, fading into total darkness.

The air became heavy, suffocating.

Eclipse Dominion.

[Description: Aphex creates an impenetrable field of darkness, completely nullifying enemy healing, mana regeneration, and aura-based skills for 20 seconds. Enemies within the field also suffer from reduced vision and tracking abilities.]

A massive dark field expanded, drowning the entire battlefield in an inky void.

Stark's senses were overwhelmed.

His aura, what was left of it, flickered out of existence, leaving him powerless.

His arms, his defenses—everything—vanished in the suffocating darkness.

Even his [Perception] couldn't lock onto anything in this unnatural pitch-black void.

The world felt alien, like he was lost in a place with no direction, no escape.

"What the—?!" Stark staggered, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

The oppressive darkness ate at him, his energy rapidly draining away. His body felt weak, his strength waning.

Aphex's voice echoed from the void, chilling and triumphant. "Welcome to despair. No healing. No aura. No escape."

Stark gritted his teeth, but he couldn't deny the overwhelming pressure that crushed him.

He was at the mercy of Aphex, and it felt like there was no hope left.

"NOW DIE!" Aphex lunged forward, ready to end it all.

Now that Chosen was inside of his domain, there was no chance he could escape.

Even other apostles feared this attack of his, and so that meant he had won.

He knew of Stark's revive abilities since he had seen them himself before, and trapped inside of this domain, he would easily eliminate him as soon as he got up.

But then, something happened.

Out of nowhere, a sensation—a flicker of divine energy—radiated from deep within Stark's equipment.

He could feel it pulse, glowing faintly in the darkness.

The [Priest's Cross], the item he had acquired from Father Hugo, flared to life.

[Priest's Cross: If overwhelming darkness is sensed, then the cross will completely cancel it, transfering all of it back to the attacker, dealing devastating damage to them.]

In the instant the cross activated, a burst of holy light erupted from it, the darkness around Stark being repelled like a tide retreating from the shore.

The void shattered, the dark energy that had been sapping his strength and sense of self was torn away, and all of it was funneled back toward Aphex in a single, earth-shattering explosion.

BOOM!

A massive shockwave pulsed outward, and Aphex screamed as the pure, blinding light of the cross consumed him.

The damage counter surged wildly.

-5,849,282!

[Aphex HP: 11,336,606/25,000,000]

The force of the attack was so immense that Aphex was sent staggering, his body wracked with pain.

His form, usually so impervious, seemed to crack under the weight of the explosion.

He coughed, his face contorted in anger.

His once-imposing stature wavered for a moment as the explosion dealt unimaginable damage to him.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH," Aphex hissed, his voice filled with unrelenting rage.

"Damn, are you going crazy," Stark backed away, his pupils shaking a bit as he sensed the aura emanating from the apostle.

"KILL YOURSELF!"

With a roar of fury, Aphex summoned one of his two final trump cards.

He raised his hands to the sky, and the heavens themselves seemed to respond.

The moon above began to shimmer, glowing with a sinister red hue.

Lunar Cataclysm (Immortal Skill).

The moon itself seemed to break free from the sky, descending toward Termina.

[Lunar Cataclysm: Aphex calls upon the power of the moon itself to summon a massive, ghostly projection of the lunar surface. The projection descends onto the battlefield, crushing everything beneath it]

The sheer size of the moon's reflection was terrifying, casting the entire battlefield into a dark, ominous glow.

Stark watched in horror as the lunar orb descended, its sheer weight creating shockwaves that rattled the earth beneath him.

The reflection of the moon cast everything in deep shadows.

Stark felt his heart pound as he watched the cataclysm unfold before him.

This was it.

If he didn't act, there would be no escape from the coming doom.

The moon's descent was the final judgment—an unstoppable force descending upon him.