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Chapter 362: Rampage · Oct 09, 2026

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351 Chapter 351: The Richest 2026-10-09
352 Chapter 352: Show-off 2026-10-09
353 Chapter 353: Come forth 2026-10-09
354 Chapter 354: Losses 2026-10-09
355 Chapter 355 355: GIRLFRIEND 2026-10-09
356 Chapter 356 356: GIRLFRIEND-2 2026-10-09
357 Chapter 357 357: Stand 2026-10-09
358 Chapter 358: Lieutenant Darren 2026-10-09
359 Chapter 359: Colonel Vazeryth 2026-10-09
360 Chapter 360: Cafeteria 2026-10-09
361 Chapter 361: Any Questions? 2026-10-09
362 Chapter 362: Rampage 2026-10-09
363 Chapter 363: Constantly [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
364 Chapter 364: Cursed 2026-10-09
365 Chapter 365: Twenty fifth minute 2026-10-09
366 Chapter 366: A first [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
367 Chapter 367: First trial Ends [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
368 Chapter 368: Adaptive Combat Slime 2026-10-09
369 Chapter 369: Equal 2026-10-09
370 Chapter 370: Battle Experience [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
371 Chapter 371: Above All [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
372 Chapter 372: Delusion 2026-10-09
373 Chapter 373: Official rank 2026-10-09
374 Chapter 374: Training officer 2026-10-09
375 Chapter 375: Strength Training 2026-10-09
376 Chapter 376: Reflex 2026-10-09
377 Chapter 377: Pickaxe 2026-10-09
378 Chapter 378: No code 2026-10-09
379 Chapter 379: Bond [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
380 Chapter 380: Arrows [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
381 Chapter 381: Hammer 2026-10-09
382 Chapter 382: Special 2026-10-09
383 Chapter 383 383: Will Training-1 2026-10-09
384 Chapter 384 384: Will Training-2 2026-10-09
385 Chapter 385: Advice 2026-10-09
386 Chapter 386: Battle Royale 2026-10-09
387 Chapter 387 387: Aura Farming 2026-10-09
388 Chapter 388 388: Vector 2026-10-09
389 Chapter 389: Only forward 2026-10-09
390 Chapter 390: Wreckage 2026-10-09
391 Chapter 391: Baptism 2026-10-09
392 Chapter 392: Private Rank 2026-10-09
393 Chapter 393: Grand Marshal Alaric 2026-10-09
394 Chapter 394: Boredom 2026-10-09
395 Chapter 395 395: Lieutenant Anthony 2026-10-09
396 Chapter 396 396: The Soulpen Sovereign 2026-10-09
397 Chapter 397 397: The Soulpen Sovereign-2 2026-10-09
398 Chapter 398: Military Rank 2026-10-09
399 Chapter 399: Different Darren 2026-10-09
400 Chapter 400: Kingsley Sky [Daplug] 2026-10-09

Chapter 362: Rampage

Anthony sensed the very fabric of air and space warping around him, a telltale sign of forced teleportation.

He did not resist.

In an instant, the world folded in on itself, and he was consumed by the void.

A heartbeat later, he rematerialized in a sudden burst of displaced energy.

Darkness enveloped him.

Absolute. Unyielding.

His gaze swept across the cavernous expanse before him.

The space stretched endlessly, an intricate labyrinth of spiraling tunnels.

Towering stone pillars, thick and immense, coiled toward the unseen ceiling, their presence both ominous and imposing as they bore the weight of the abyss above.

But darkness wasnʼt the true threat.

The real danger lay in the energy saturating the air.

Chaos.

A volatile, ominous force, known to belong solely to the demons.

Its very presence here could mean only one thing: they were meant to face them.

And it made perfect sense.

The military, much like the Academy, was a global force, its singular purpose to hold back the demonic scourge by any means necessary.

It was only logical that their test would revolve around battle, battle against the one enemy they were sworn to fight.

But then came another problem…

Mana.

It was utterly absent.

Not even the faintest trace of impure mana lingered in the air.

Under normal circumstances, everyone could passively replenish the mana they expended, however minuscule the amount.

The stronger oneʼs foundation and talent, the faster their natural regeneration.

But here, the military had stripped that advantage away entirely.

There would be no passive recovery, only the mana stored within their cores would sustain them.

Once depleted, there would be no second chances.

Anthonyʼs gaze swept across the vast expanse.

Darkness pressed in from all sides, but to him, it was no different from daylight.

He could see, clearer than most.

And what he saw was staggering.

Demons.

They sprawled endlessly before him, an unbroken tide stretching into the abyss like an immense ant colony.

They were still, eerily patient, lying in wait.

The only reason they hadnʼt attacked was simple: they didnʼt know he was there.

The instant space had twisted to teleport him, Anthony had seized control over its flow, veiling his presence within its fabric.

He was confident in his strength, but not reckless.

After all, what if Colonel Vazeryth was like the Overseer from the Starborn Tournament?

Caution was the only choice.

ʼHmm… F- to B+ rankʼ

Anthony assessed the demons with a detached gaze.

Their ranks didnʼt matter to him.

Their numbers didnʼt either.

But—

A swarm of ants was different from a handful.

ʼI wonder how many people can survive an endless wave of demonsʼ

He thought

By the time he had finished analyzing the situation, mere seconds had ticked away from his thirty minute counter.

Logically, he could remain hidden within the folds of space until time ran out.

Survival, after all, was the only requirement, there was no mandate to reach a specific kill count.

But where was the thrill in that?

Anthony wasnʼt just here to pass.

He was here for the fight.

A battle maniac?

Not quite.

But almost.

With a single thought, space twisted, and Anthony revealed himself.

The reaction was immediate.

The demons, sensing the sudden presence, snapped their heads toward him in eerie unison.

SHRIEK!

A deafening chorus erupted as countless throats unleashed a piercing cry.

The air trembled, sound waves crashing through the cavern like a violent storm.

Every demon in the abyssal expanse was alerted.

In a single second.

In a single moment.

In a single thought.

They charged.

A tidal wave of frenzied monstrosities, surging forward like ravenous beasts starved of slaughter.

”Since I did nothing but laze around for almost a year, I might as well stretch my muscles”

Anthonyʼs lips curled into a faint smile.

He shifted into a martial stance—feet planted firmly, shoulders squared, hands resting lightly at his waist.

His body exuded an effortless readiness, a coiled spring waiting to be unleashed.

Then, he drew power into his right fist.

No mana.

No intent.

No enhancement.

Just raw, unfiltered physical strength.

And then—he punched forward.

Then it happened.

A deafening boom erupted, shaking the entire cavern.

The sheer force of the punch sent shockwaves rippling outward, distorting the air like a tempest unleashed.

And as the shockwave met the incoming horde.

Death.

Demons were ripped apart, their bodies shredded like paper caught in a hurricane.

Black blood splattered the cavern walls, staining the earth, thickening the air with the stench of carnage.

Anthony watched, unfazed.

Though he was devoted to the way of the katana, there was another path he admired just as much.

The path of absolute martial arts.

One body. One weapon.

But death did nothing to halt the tide.

The demons surged forward, relentless and unyielding.

Left. Right. Above. Below. Front. Behind.

Every conceivable angle, every possible opening, they exploited them all.

The ground beneath Anthonyʼs feet shattered, unable to withstand the sheer force of his movement as he blurred forward.

Rampage.

He seized a demon by the skull, fingers digging in like an iron vice, and with a single motion, slammed it into the nearest wall.

The head burst on impact, reduced to a pulp of flesh and bone.

The wall itself exploded, fragments of stone erupting outward in a violent spray.

Another demon lunged at him from the side, teeth bared and claws outstretched.

Anthony didnʼt flinch.

He didnʼt even dodge.

With a single, fluid motion, he punched, his fist meeting the demonʼs attack head-on.

Explosions of blood mist erupted as the demonʼs body was pulverized by the sheer force.

Anthony blurred once more, his figure streaking through the cavern like a phantom.

At that moment, every part of his body became a weapon of death.

His fingers, his elbows, his knees, his hands, his toes, his palms, his feet.

Each strike, each movement, was a perfect instrument of destruction.

The cavern trembled beneath the weight of his assault.

The wind howled.

The air itself was torn asunder.

The pressure in the cavern intensified, suffocating everything within its reach.

Chaos lashed out at Anthony, trying to siphon his mana and weaken his mental energy.

But Anthony didnʼt even acknowledge it.

It was futile.

To him, it was insignificant.

He possessed infinite mana, an unending well that would never run dry.

Mental attacks were ineffective against him, like raindrops against an unyielding mountain.

The demonsʼ attempts to corrupt him, to break his will, were no more than the desperate struggles of a child.

He met every weapon and elemental strike with his body, every fist, every blade, every burst of energy.

He didnʼt dodge.

Each blow, each attack, was absorbed, redirected, and shattered beneath the weight of his strength.

The stone pillars crumbled beneath the onslaught.

The earth trembled, quaking under the weight of the chaos unfolding.

Black blood pooled across the cavern floor, staining the very ground.

But none of it touched Anthony.

He remained untouched, an immovable force amidst the storm.

The count of his kills climbed steadily.

Tens.

Hundreds.

Thousands.

This wasnʼt power a D+ rank should possess.

This wasnʼt even power a C+ rank should wield.

This wasnʼt even power a B+ rank should hold.

And yet, it meant nothing to him.

To Anthony, the world was simple.

He saw a life.

He took a life.

If this were a game, he would have unlocked the Legendary Death Reaper Class by now, a title earned only through unparalleled carnage and unmatched destruction.

A thought slithered into Anthonyʼs mind.

ʼShould I set a record by making a nigh endless wave end before the time runs out?ʼ

A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, the idea igniting a fire within him.

With a surge of resolve, he increased his pace, his movements became a blur, each strike more lethal, more efficient.

The demons seemed to vanish before his very eyes, their numbers dwindling with every heartbeat.

The cavern shook with the force of his assault, the air thick with the scent of blood and destruction.

Anthony was no longer just fighting to survive.

Now, he was fighting to obliterate, and set a record in the process.

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