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

Chapter 264: Cataclysm

"So, Master," King Zul said, his voice low but laced with unease, "what do you plan to do?"

Nolan leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable. "Well... I won’t act just yet. This isn’t the right time to move. I’ll wait—for now."

King Zul frowned, his brows knitting together. "Son... I never expected something like this. That someone—someone could actually penetrate Shabba Beryl and a high-ranking demon..." His voice trailed off, heavy with disbelief.

Nolan’s gaze was steady. "Anything is possible. Even if I wanted to intervene, I could—but timing is everything. Rushing now would be foolish."

Master Damian’s claws flexed ever so slightly, though his form remained human, his presence emanating power that even King Zul could feel. "And yet..." Nolan’s eyes flicked toward the sky, dark and alert, "we must remain vigilant. The threat hasn’t gone away."

"Master, should we strike? Let me go scout," Lyra said, stepping forward. Her wings fluttered lightly, catching the morning sun as she prepared to launch herself from the window. "The sorcerer—wherever he is—has scattered again. He’s watching us. It might even be a demon in disguise."

Nolan gave a single nod. "Go. But be careful. Keep your senses sharp."

Lyra’s eyes glinted with determination as she leapt from the windowsill. With a graceful motion, she sliced through the air, her form a streak against the sky. She descended smoothly, landing silently on the forest floor outside the city walls. The wind rustled through the trees, carrying with it the faint scent of mana—and something darker lurking beyond.

She crouched low, scanning every shadow, every flicker of movement. "Where did he go?" she murmured to herself. The sorcerer’s presence was faint, but distinct. A ripple of malevolent energy that seemed to dance just out of reach. She focused, extending her senses, feeling the faint heartbeat of mana in the air.

"Here..." she whispered, spotting a distortion in the energy—a shimmer that indicated the sorcerer was nearby. Her hands glowed faintly as she readied herself, poised to act the instant he revealed himself.

Back in the room, Nolan’s calm gaze remained fixed on the horizon. "He’s testing us," he muttered quietly. "Not yet bold enough to strike—but he’s circling. Waiting. Watching. And when he makes his move..." His hand tightened around the hilt of his sword. "We will be ready."

King Zul’s face paled as he realized the gravity of the situation. "So... the enemy is already here. Watching... hiding among us."

Nolan’s eyes narrowed, sharp and calculating. "Exactly. And once he shows himself... every step we take must be precise. No mistakes. One wrong move, and he could turn this entire region into a battlefield."

Silence fell over the room, thick and tense, as the air itself seemed to hum with anticipation. Outside, Lyra’s figure melded into the forest, her keen eyes searching for the hidden threat, her body a perfect blend of grace and deadly readiness.

And above them all, Nolan remained unshaken—a calm eye in the storm of the unseen, prepared to face whatever darkness approached.

A sudden knock echoed through the chamber.

Knock. Knock.

King Zul lifted his head. "Come in."

The door slowly creaked open. A man stepped inside, his face partially shadowed beneath his hood.

"My King," the man said calmly. "I wished to speak with you in private."

King Zul narrowed his eyes slightly. "And who are you exactly?"

The man bowed faintly. "Your advisor... Uta."

Something in his tone made the air feel heavier.

Nolan’s eyes sharpened immediately.

"...Uta?" King Zul repeated. "Strange. I don’t recall summoning you."

The man smiled—too slowly.

Before anyone could speak again, Nolan stepped forward.

"Wait."

The room fell silent.

"That presence..." Nolan said coldly. "It’s him."

The man lifted his head—and smiled wider.

"So you noticed," he said. "I suppose I should applaud you."

Suddenly, dark veins spread across his face. His body twisted unnaturally, bones cracking as black mana burst outward like smoke.

King Zul staggered back. "You— You’re—!"

"Yes," the figure laughed. "The one you feared. The one who walked among you unnoticed."

The illusion shattered.

Uta’s form warped violently, flesh tearing apart as crimson light exploded outward. His body grew taller, twisted, horns tearing through his skull as black wings burst from his back.

"I am the one who watched this kingdom rot from the inside," the demon snarled. "And now—"

He snapped his fingers.

BOOM!

A wave of demonic pressure detonated through the hall, cracking the floor and sending shockwaves into the pillars. King Zul was thrown backward.

"I never expected you of all people," King Zul growled, struggling to stand. "You were at my side this entire time."

The demon laughed. "That’s what made it delicious."

He lunged forward, hand transforming into a massive claw aimed straight for King Zul’s throat.

"No—!" Linda screamed.

Before the blow could land—

BOOM!

A thunderous impact split the air.

The demon’s arm stopped mid‑strike.

A hand—firm, unshaken—had caught him.

"...What?" the demon gasped.

Standing before him was Damian.

His grip was iron. His presence overwhelming.

"You’re not touching him," Damian said calmly.

The demon’s eyes widened. "Impossible... I didn’t sense you move."

In a blink—

WHOOSH!

The world flipped.

The demon felt his body lifted violently off the ground as Damian vanished and reappeared high above the palace rooftops, gripping him by the throat.

Wind howled around them.

"You—!" the demon gasped, panic creeping into his voice. "How did you—?"

Damian’s eyes burned with quiet authority. "You talk too much."

The demon struggled, thrashing wildly—but it was useless.

"You thought you were hunting prey," Damian continued, tightening his grip. "But you walked straight into a cage."

Above the palace, Damian held the demon high in the sky. Wind tore around them, debris swirling like a cyclone. The demon’s wings beat violently, trying to break free, but Damian’s grip was unyielding.

"You think you can escape me?" Damian’s voice was calm, yet carried the weight of an ancient storm. "I am not human to be outmatched by the likes of you."

The demon’s eyes burned crimson with rage. "You’re stronger... stronger than anything I’ve faced in centuries! I should have destroyed this world already!"

With a sudden burst, the demon slammed his elbow into Damian’s chest, sending shockwaves across the air. Damian was pushed back—but he didn’t fall. His golden aura flared, blazing like the sun itself.

BOOM!

The force of their clash rippled through the skies, shaking the surrounding forests and sending nearby elves scrambling for cover.

"You’re fast... too fast," the demon hissed, "but speed alone won’t save you!"

The demon extended both hands, summoning swirling black spheres of mana, each crackling with malice. "Obliterate!"

Damian’s eyes narrowed. He raised one hand, palm out, and the spheres froze midair as if time itself obeyed him.

SHHHHH!

The black mana trembled, unsteady, under Damian’s overwhelming power. With a flick, the spheres shattered into shards of dark energy, raining harmlessly into the distance.

"You’ve grown too arrogant," Damian said, his voice calm but deadly. "You were sealed for a reason."

The demon roared and launched forward at blinding speed, claws slashing through the air, aiming straight for Damian’s chest. Damian sidestepped, moving faster than the eye could follow, a golden streak leaving a trail across the sky.

"Foolish mortal..." the demon hissed. "I will tear this world apart and drown it in chaos!"

Damian stopped midair, hovering effortlessly. "Not today."

He struck with a single palm, pushing the demon away with a force that made the clouds beneath shatter. The demon tumbled backward, wings flaring wildly, landing on a crumbling spire below. He growled, teeth bared, glaring up at Damian.

"You’re strong... too strong... but I won’t lose!" the demon snarled. "I’ve survived centuries of battles, and I will not be defeated by a human—"

Damian’s golden eyes glinted sharply. "I am not just a human. And you will soon learn why you should fear me."

Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the battlefield. Below, the palace shook under the weight of their power. The elves and King Zul watched in awe and terror, knowing this battle could decide the fate of their tribe.

The demon gathered all his remaining mana into a massive, jagged spear of black energy, pointing it at Damian. "You will die!"

Damian’s aura flared to blinding brilliance, wings of golden light spreading behind him. "I will stop you."

WHOOOSH!

The two forces collided midair, sending a shockwave that shattered the clouds and rolled across the kingdom like a thunderclap.

King Zohar’s was panicking, shaking the ground beneath Nolan’s feet. The dungeon walls cracked, chunks of stone flying outward as the monstrous prince towered over the remaining knights. His eyes burned with chaotic red light, veins pulsating as raw power radiated off him in waves.

Nolan hovered in the air, watching him grow, his golden aura flaring brighter with each passing second. "Celia, Linda... hold the castle. Keep it safe. I’ll deal with him."

Celia’s eyes hardened. "Yes, Master. We won’t let anyone harm this place!"

Linda clenched her fists, determination in her voice. "Go, Master! Bring him down safely!"