"I can afford to make a dozen mistakes. But you? One slip, and you're done."
Orson's voice was calm as ever.
"You think your high HP makes you invincible?"
Usher's eyes gleamed with deadly focus.
"Doesn't it?"
Orson smiled faintly. With over 3 million HP and the War Supreme set's massive damage reduction, he could tank multiple crippling or even fatal blows.
"At this rate, he can probably take four crippling hits or two straight-up lethal strikes," Usher thought to himself.
He wasn't delusional—he knew no player could take a direct hit from Orgod and survive.
Not even himself, decked out with Forbidden Magic-tier gear.
So the solution was simple: don't give Orgod a chance to strike back.
Usher closed the distance again, followed tightly by his twin Hell Golem copies.
The triple onslaught of arrow fire exploded into a terrifying cage, flooding the battlefield with wave after wave of lethal projectiles.
Even with Ice Prison Ring and Tenfold Gravity, the sheer rate of fire was monstrous.
Orson's expression finally hardened. He began stepping back, clearing space to cast.
He raised his staff—
Judgment Flame: Awakened!
A brilliant death-bright galaxy spiraled skyward and detonated around him.
The resulting flames formed a circular barrier that sucked in all incoming arrows.
"A high-tier offensive spell used like a magnetic defense?" Ivy muttered, stunned.
TitanBreaker just sighed. "He's a Triple Crown winner. Nothing's off the table."
The Judgment Flame exploded outward, lighting the field with streaking embers.
A single spark landed on Usher.
Starfire Burning - 20,000!
Starfire Burning - 20,000!
...
"Fire resist potions are useless?!"
Black fire crawled across Usher's body, ignoring his Grandmaster-tier resistances.
"Dispel with a dark relic," he growled.
A green glow washed over him, extinguishing the flames—but the shock was clear on his face.
If he hadn't had overwhelming attack speed pressure, he would've been dead.
"That was just a glancing blow, and it nearly killed me…"
"I've got three Divine Soul Seals, an S-rank class. I can win," he whispered, eyes locked on Orson, who stood untouched in the flames.
Somehow, that man's pressure was more suffocating than facing a King-tier boss.
"You won't win. The last 15 seconds will decide everything."
A voice drifted through the chaos.
Grip of the Underworld: Awakened!
A titanic spectral hand slammed toward Usher.
"You think you can look down on me?!"
Usher roared, firing off three A-rank awakened arrows and shattering the spell mid-cast.
"I can," Orson replied coolly, "because I'm the winner. And you? Just a rich loser."
The words cut deeper than any arrow.
A shadow of doubt crept into Usher's mind.
"No… you're wrong!"
Suddenly, his expression changed.
The stronger the opponent, the more thrilled he felt.
He wasn't someone destined to cower in the shadows.
"A man can lose a hundred battles—what of it?! You may be strong, Orgod, but you're not invincible!"
His Forbidden-tier longbow screamed in his hands as it fired toward the God-Mage of Infinite Dimensions.
For the first time, Orson's eyes flickered—not because of Usher's power, but because of his resolve.
A man who had been a thorn in his side in his past life—now stood reborn, not seeking petty revenge, but challenge.
It reminded him of getting bit by a mosquito as a kid.
You don't hunt down the mosquito years later for revenge.
And yet—this man had endured.
He'd risen stronger.
He refused to be ignored.
Orson realized something: Usher wasn't just a nuisance anymore.
He was a sharpening stone—perhaps the perfect one for tempering the egos of his own chaotic guildmates.
"Win or lose, I, Usher, will someday have my moment!"
His voice boomed across the battlefield as the hellish red glow consumed his body.
His muscles bulged, veins popped, one eye flared with infernal light, and a massive pair of black wings appeared behind him.
"The full Demonic Soul Seal set… right arm, left eye, black wings… this is the true form of the Demon Lord Sakkan!" Ivy gasped.
Floating beside his Hell Golems, Usher unleashed an apocalyptic volley.
No dodging. No escape.
"Three matching Soul Seals… is that even possible?"
"Yo, this is busted. Three matching Soul Seals unlock a crazy awakened skill—like, game-breaking level."
The stream exploded.
Everyone gawked at the monster Usher had become.
One Divine Soul Seal was enough to skyrocket a player into the global top tier.
Three?
Three in a matching sequence?
That wasn't just money.
That was luck, timing, and strength—a trifecta that almost no one could pull off.
Soul Seal Awakening: Ethereal Oblivion.
Usher's voice was soft now.
No arrogance.
Only respect—for the man across from him.
All his life, in every game, he was the king.
Even pros bowed to him—not because of skill, but power.
But people forgot—Usher had skill too.
Now, humbled and reborn, he faced Orgod as a true challenger.
"I've transcended my limits," he said.
"I am the dragon."
"It's over, Orson."
Thousands of arrows dimmed mid-flight.
Then—vanished.
Gone.
Like stars blinked out of the sky.
For a moment, the air was deathly silent.
Then came the screaming—a ghostly howling wind as the arrows passed through another plane entirely.
"So this is the kill move," Orson murmured.
He couldn't trace the arrows.
Even with all his instincts, Ethereal Oblivion was beyond comprehension.
An awakening from the Soul Seal of the Demon Lord Sakkan.
All attacks became intangible.
Untraceable by relics, Divine Items, or even S-rank Insight spells.
Even space itself was locked—no teleportation, no phase escape.
Paired with Hell Golem, and Demonic Overcharge, it could bring down kings—maybe even gods.
"Yeah," Orson muttered.
"My time's up. Guess this is it."
His calm face sent a chill down millions of viewers' spines.
"Use a space item to retreat?" Usher wondered.
"No—he can't. Space is locked."
"Maybe he'll use his beast?"
But then he paused—and smirked.
"Even if he kills me in front of all these people, he knows I've already won. I shattered his unbeaten streak. That's enough."
"Remember this—no matter how broken your skills, no matter how forbidden your curses…"
"There's no such thing as invincible."
Standing in the silent storm, Orson waved his staff, a faint smile on his lips.
Veiled Mists.
"Wait… what?"
TitanBreaker's face froze.
Fog rolled out around Orson—thick, hazy, and slow.
His figure blurred.
"Wait—is that strong?" Ivy asked, unease creeping in.
Even though victory was near, that man was still too unpredictable.
TitanBreaker went pale.
As an S-rank Sky Mage, he recognized the spell immediately.
"That… that's just a garbage E-rank wind spell…"
"…so weak people don't even bother picking it up off the ground."