Summoned As A Mere Nobody-Yet Possesses An SSS-Rank Ability

Chapter 259: Wrath of the Divine

The demon staggered backward, eyes trembling as it stared at the two figures before Nolan.

"...So that’s it," it muttered.

"They walk in human form... but their true selves were hidden from me."

Its gaze locked onto Damian first.

"One of you is a Divine Dragon."

Then it turned to Lyra.

"And the other..."

Its voice dropped to a whisper.

"A Divine Heaven Behemoth."

The air itself seemed to react to the name.

"And yet..." the demon continued, its breathing uneven,

"you bow your heads... to a human?"

It took another step back.

"This is wrong. This world should not allow this."

Nolan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"So you finally understand," he said calmly.

Damian crossed his arms.

"We’ve been shapeshifted for a long time," he said.

"Divine beings don’t usually walk around in their true forms."

Lyra smiled faintly.

"Still," she added,

"the fact that you can sense us at all is... impressive."

The demon shook its head.

"Then answer me," it demanded.

"Why serve him?"

Damian didn’t hesitate.

"Because he stands above us."

Silence.

Nolan stepped forward.

"I never released my aura," Nolan said quietly.

"I saw no reason to."

A golden radiance spread outward—not violent, not destructive.

It didn’t burn.

It didn’t crush.

It simply asserted existence.

The hall bent.

Time itself hesitated.

The demon let out a broken gasp.

"That aura—!"

Its body trembled.

"This is... the aura of a deity!"

It screamed in disbelief.

"Impossible! The deities left this world long ago! They swore never to interfere again!"

Nolan met its gaze.

"I simply stopped being seen."

Celia instinctively stepped in front of Linda.

Linda stood firm beside her.

Nolan raised a hand slightly, stopping Damian and Lyra.

"No," he said.

"I’ll handle this."

He looked down at the demon inhabiting Prince Zohar’s body.

"Since I stepped into the Elven tribe," Nolan continued,

"I accepted responsibility."

His voice sharpened—cold, absolute.

"So tell me."

The golden aura deepened, reality bowing under its presence.

"How would you like to die?"

The demon shook violently.

For the first time in three thousand years—

"Well... there’s no one left to hide behind now."

The demon’s voice trembled—but it forced a grin.

"You think I’m afraid?"

Its body shook violently.

"I may be trembling... but I am not afraid."

Dark energy surged around Prince Zohar’s form.

"I was sealed for thirty‑eight thousand years," the demon roared.

"Three thousand years of hatred. Of rage. Of growth."

Its eyes narrowed as it stared at Nolan.

"I swore that if I ever saw a deity again—one bearing the same aura as the one who sealed me—I would tear them apart."

The demon clenched its fists.

"I believed all deities had vanished from this world. I searched. I watched. I waited."

Its lips curled.

"And yet... the moment you released that aura—"

A sharp breath.

"I knew."

Silence followed.

Nolan’s voice was calm.

"Do you think I’ll let you leave?"

The demon laughed.

"Of course not."

Its aura exploded outward.

"Then prepare yourself. This time... I will kill you."

The air twisted.

And suddenly—

"...What?"

The demon’s pupils shrank.

Nolan was gone.

Before it could even react—

BOOM.

Nolan’s fist smashed into its jaw.

The impact was absolute.

The demon’s body rocketed upward, shattering through the ceiling as stone and debris erupted in every direction.

Cracks spider‑webbed through the sky itself.

"What—what is this strength?!"

The demon’s voice echoed as it was still flying.

"This is impossible!"

Then—

Nolan appeared.

He was already there.

Floating directly in front of it.

The demon barely had time to swing.

Their fists collided mid‑air—

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Shockwaves ripped through the atmosphere as they exchanged blows at blinding speed.

The demon roared, stabilizing itself, launching a furious barrage.

Nolan blocked every strike.

Effortless. Precise.

Then—

Nolan lifted his leg high.

Too high.

His heel came down like judgment itself.

CRACK.

The back of Nolan’s leg slammed into the demon’s head.

The demon’s body spiraled downward—

BOOM!

It smashed into the ground, the earth exploding outward in a massive crater.

Dust filled the chamber.

The demon staggered up, adjusting its broken posture, dark energy boiling around it.

Above, Nolan descended slowly.

No aura flaring.

No rage.

He landed lightly on the ground.

The dust settled.

Nolan stood there—calm, untouched.

"Well... I don’t know when you’ll finally understand it," Nolan said calmly, his voice carrying absolute authority.

"But what I do know is this—"

He looked straight at the demon, eyes cold and unshaken.

"You deserve everything that’s coming."

The demon snarled.

"And don’t misunderstand me," Nolan continued.

"I’m not the one who forced you onto this path."

His gaze sharpened.

"But you had choices."

The pressure in the room intensified.

"You could have come to me begging," Nolan said.

"Begging that you would never kill again. Begging to be bound. Begging to be loyal."

The demon’s jaw tightened.

"I could have tamed you," Nolan went on.

"Sealed you properly. Used you. Controlled you."

A pause.

"But instead—you walked into my presence acting high and mighty."

The air trembled.

"You attacked me. You challenged me."

Nolan took a single step forward.

"So tell me... why should I even bother fighting you?"

The demon felt something unfamiliar crawl up its spine.

Fear.

"I could kill you right now."

Before the demon could answer—

"Master."

The word echoed.

The next instant—

BOOM.

Damian vanished.

No sound barrier.

No warning.

He reappeared directly in front of the demon, space itself seeming to fold beneath his step.

"Master," Damian said again, kneeling slightly mid‑motion, his speed stopping so abruptly it cracked the air.

"Allow me."

The demon’s eyes widened in pure shock.

"W–what...?"

Its instincts screamed.

"How does he move like that?!"

The demon staggered back half a step.

"That speed... that presence..."

Its vision blurred as it tried to focus.

"This isn’t human movement. This isn’t even demon‑class speed."

A deep, ancient terror surfaced in its memory.

"...A Divine Dragon."

The demon clenched its fists.

"How much power is he suppressing...?"

Damian stood there in human form, calm, respectful, waiting for Nolan’s command.

"And yet—" the demon whispered, its voice cracking,

"Even like this... even hiding his true form..."

The demon’s gaze slowly lifted toward Nolan.

"He’s serving him."

Its breath hitched.

"A human? No... impossible."

Realization struck like lightning.

"A deity."

The demon’s voice trembled.

"There’s no way the being you call Nolan is human."

"Master... why did you call me?" Damian asked calmly, his eyes never leaving the demon.

Nolan exhaled slowly, almost bored.

"The truth?" he said. "I’ve simply grown tired of fighting him."

The demon flinched.

"He’s weak," Nolan continued flatly.

"Insecure. Driven by hatred rather than conviction."

Nolan glanced briefly at Prince Zohar’s body.

"He might have had potential. But right now, his raw strength is pitiful."

The demon snarled.

"So just take him out," Nolan said, turning his back slightly as if the fight no longer mattered.

"But don’t kill him."

Damian’s eyes narrowed slightly in surprise.

"They say Prince Zohar can’t be saved," Nolan added calmly.

"But I don’t believe that. We’ll find a way."

Then his voice hardened.

"So beat the hell out of the demon inside that elf."

"Yes, Master," Damian replied instantly.

He straightened, rolling his shoulders once.

"...Finally," Damian muttered.

"I get a chance to fight."

The demon reacted immediately.

Both of its hands rose as dense black mana twisted violently between its palms, compressing into a writhing mass of corruption.

"DIE—!"

The attack shot forward like a cannonball.

Damian didn’t move.

The spell reached him—

—and Damian casually swung his hand sideways.

BOOM.

The dark mass detonated in mid‑air, shockwaves tearing through the hall, cracks racing across the floor and walls.

The demon’s eyes widened.

"What—?!"

Before it could think—

A sharp metallic sound echoed.

From deep within the sealed chamber, the demonic sword ripped free from the wall, flying at terrifying speed and slamming perfectly into the demon’s grip.

The blade screamed with malice.

The demon grinned.

It lunged.

In a blur, it closed the distance and slashed downward with all its strength.

CLANG.

Damian raised one hand.

Bare.

The blade stopped.

The demon froze.

"...What?"

The sword trembled violently against Damian’s palm.

"I— I didn’t even cut him..."

Not a scratch.

Not even reddened skin.

"...I didn’t even bruise him."

Cold sweat ran down the demon’s face.

"This sword could cleave mountains."

Damian looked down at the blade, unimpressed.

"I’d expect nothing less," the demon thought in horror,

"...from a Divine Dragon."

Damian’s fingers tightened.

CRACK.

The sword’s screaming intensified as fractures spread along the blade.

The demon barely had time to react—

Damian stepped forward and grabbed him by the neck.

The floor shattered beneath their feet.

Damian lifted him effortlessly into the air.

The demon clawed desperately at Damian’s wrist, choking.

"N‑ngh—!"

Its legs kicked uselessly.

"This strength...!" the demon panicked.

"This isn’t combat. This is domination."

Damian’s grip tightened slowly, deliberately.

Not killing.

Not yet.

Just enough to make the message unmistakably clear.

"You’re not fighting a human," Damian said quietly, his voice devoid of emotion.

"You’re not even fighting a deity."