Reincarnated With The Degenerate System-Chapter 253: Second Meeting

The figure drifted closer, the air around it rippling with a static pressure that made my scales ache.

"You will pay for your insolence," the entity rumbled. The sound vibrated in my teeth.

It shifted, and the raw, wounded wings unfurled further, casting a shadow that swallowed the ruins of the intersection below.

"I don’t really care about your feelings," I replied, my grip tightening on my spear.

"I’m just here to make sure whatever you’re planning dies right alongside that oversized organ you left in the street."

I kicked off the air, pushing past the speed of sound in a heartbeat. I aimed for the center of that granite chest.

The entity didn’t dodge. It didn’t even raise a hand. It simply existed in the space where my spear was supposed to go.

Clang.

The force of the strike sent a shockwave through the atmosphere, clearing the clouds for miles, but the entity didn’t budged an inch.

"You are strong," it whispered, a mockery of a compliment. "But you are still weak compared to me."

It raised one hand—a grey, stone-like claw—and clamped it firmly onto the shaft of my spear.

The dark lightning, which had torn through monsters and shattered that beating heart like it was made of glass, suddenly got weaker. It hissed, sputtering and dying against the entity’s palm as if it were being choked into submission.

I yanked at the spear, but it might as well have been fused to the planet.

"My turn," the entity announced.

I didn’t wait for it to strike. I teleported out and summoned my spear back into my hand. Immediately, I began chanting, and magic circles of different colors erupted into the sky.

"Oh, so you’re a master of magic as well," it laughed. "Unfortunately, I am the origin of magic. Disperse."

As if its words were a command, all my spells vanished.

What the hell. Forget being stronger than the Monkey God. This guy was on a whole other level.

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to buy some time.

It tilted its head, a slow, almost playful smile spreading across its face.

"Well... seeing as you’re going to die anyway, I might as well tell you my name," it said, the words dripping with amusement.

"This world calls me the Messiah of Darkness... but my real name is Hexor—the first magician, the one who transcended gods."

The ground beneath me trembled, and the sky itself darken, acknowledging the weight of the name.

"Transcended god, huh? Funny how many ’transcendent’ beings I’ve met who still bleed when you hit them hard enough."

Hexor’s red aura flared brighter, and I responded with my own, pushing my body into overdrive and blending Qi, Mana, and Dragon energy.

The transformation amplified my power even further.

But even with all that, the enemy didn’t even flinch. It raised its hands and uttered a single word: "Incinerate."

The temperature around me spiked instantly. Before I could react, a pillar of red flame erupted from the ground beneath me, searing the air as it shot toward me like a molten spear.

"ARGGG!" I roared, hardening my scales to withstand the temperature. When the flames finally died down, I hovered in the air, barely scratched.

Hexor began clapping slowly. "Your dragon bloodline is impressive, but I wonder... how long you can keep going."

"Ince—"

Before he could finish, I teleported, closing the distance in an instant. I launched a relentless barrage, striking so fast I didn’t even give him time to speak.

Dark lightning coursed along the shaft of my spear, condensing at the tip. I thrust forward, aiming for the joints of his wings, the gaps in his armor, the spaces between his red aura’s flow.

Hexor twisted and dodged, but my strikes were calculated, faster than his eyes could fully track.

Each impact left a scar of energy across his form, not an explosion, but a precise burn, a reminder that even a god could bleed under the right technique.

He made a mistake when he told me he was a magician.

"I know it. You can only cancel magic circles, but you can’t do anything against magic cast directly. You’re also weak in close combat."

I leaped, spun, and twisted in midair, spear striking from impossible angles. The tip glowed brighter with every motion, lightning crackling like veins of fire, feeding into the penetration of each blow.

Hexor finally raised both hands to parry a particularly vicious thrust. Sparks erupted where the lightning tip met his crimson aura, and he staggered back, if only slightly

"Don’t misunderstand, boy," he sneered. "It’s not that I’m weak at close combat... it’s that I don’t need it. FREEZE."

My body stiffened for a split second, and he seized the opportunity, pressing his palm against my chest. "EXPLODE!"

BOOOOM!

I was hurled through the air by a strike akin to a bomb. Before I could even compose myself, he appeared behind me.

"EXPLODE!"

Another blow slammed into me, sending me hurtling in the opposite direction, my body screaming under the force of his power.

He didn’t give me a moment to recover.

Again. And again. Each strike slammed into me , the shockwaves tearing through the sky. My wings burned, my scales cracked, and my muscles screamed in protest.

I plummeted to the ground, skidding across the shattered pavement, gasping for breath. My body was battered, my aura flickering like a dying flame.

Then I felt the temperature spike once more. This time, there was no fire.

Above me, a giant meteor descended from the sky, trailing molten light, the size of a mountain.

"Fuck!"

I clenched my spear, feeling every fiber of my being scream with exhaustion. This was it—I would either survive or be erased.

Calling on every ounce of my power, I channeled the dark lightning, the fire within my scales, and the energy of the wind and earth around me. I wove the essence of every element into my weapon, fusing them into a single point of destruction.

"PIERCE THE HEAVEN!" With a roar, I leaped straight toward the sky.