“Destruction?!”

Hakurou’s pupils narrowed as he realized something. “Could it be?! Did her strike just shatter the air and space itself?”

“So that’s how it is…”

Seeing Damien’s silent smile, Hakurou was inwardly shocked, his hand trembling as he stroked his beard.

Ogerpon’s spatial movement wasn’t a spatial skill but a variant of Destroyer.

By breaking space itself, she achieved an ultra-violent instant leap.

This method was far swifter than standard coordinate-based teleportation and nearly impossible to disrupt.

Of course, crossing shattered space would severely damage most bodies.

Only someone like Ogerpon, with her monstrous physical strength and bug-level recovery, could dare use such a method.

“How reckless…”

Hakurou’s lips twitched, finding Ogerpon’s approach absurd.

“And what about the force in her strike?”

“Oh, that?” Damien replied. “Besides her sheer superhuman strength, it’s likely because she used Destroyer to pulverize everything in her path.”

After her evolution, Ogerpon’s Destroyer skill had deepened.

Before, it could only destroy what she saw or touched.

Now, she could obliterate phenomena like air resistance, gravity, light, and sound based on her needs.

“A violent strike that shatters space and destroys rules.”

Had Ogerpon not held back, letting her vine club land on Benimaru’s head, Hakurou and the ogre leader couldn’t imagine the outcome.

At minimum, his head would’ve exploded.

Part of the village behind him might’ve been obliterated by the shockwave.

“This is Lady Ogerpon’s power?”

Shion and Souei, watching the duel, had expected Benimaru’s defeat but not his inability to withstand a single move.

And Ogerpon had gone easy.

“Cough! Cough, cough, cough!”

Damien’s healing magic was remarkable. Benimaru soon stirred.

Sitting up dazed, the memory of Ogerpon’s strike flashed in his mind, making his heart skip.

Only when Souei called out did he snap back.

“Thank you for your guidance, Lady Ogerpon!”

Benimaru bowed sincerely, utterly convinced of her strength.

He was certain her power far exceeded A-rank.

A-rank was just her magicule level; her combat prowess was likely Disaster-Class (Special A).

“Want to go again?”

“Anyone can try, as many times as you like.”

Ogerpon slung her vine club over her shoulder, scanning the ogres with a challenge.

“Don’t worry about getting hurt. Ogerpon won’t go too far.”

Damien didn’t mention that, in case of an accident, he could revive them.

Resurrection, the ultimate skill of Konosuba’s High Priest class.

His version wasn’t as overpowered as Aqua’s.

It had strict limits: the body had to be mostly intact, missing no more than 30%, and death couldn’t exceed five minutes.

The five-minute limit wasn’t absolute.

It hinged on the soul. If the soul remained and Damien could reconstruct the body, revival was straightforward.

“Uh-huh, I’ll go easy.”

Ogerpon flashed a pure smile.

Pokémon loved to fight, and even as a monster, Ogerpon retained that trait.

Over the next three days, under the guise of assessing the village’s strength, Ogerpon beat up all 250 ogres, including the kids.

She was measured, though.

With the young ones, she mostly played, even when knocking them away.

Benimaru, despite his loss, didn’t give up.

This time, he teamed up with Souei, Shion, and a dozen others.

The outcome was predictable.

Against absolute strength, numbers meant nothing.

Whether facing one, dozens, or a hundred-strong ogre legion, they couldn’t touch Ogerpon.

Only elites like Hakurou and the ogre leader gave her a slight thrill.

Hakurou’s swordsmanship was cunning and elusive.

But Ogerpon’s perception was uncanny, and with Grassy Terrain, she could lock onto enemies using natural elements.

The ogre leader was immensely strong and durable.

Yet he faced Ogerpon’s Destroyer skill.

Her vine club, empowered by Destroyer, was like the mythical Monkey King’s staff… one graze caused injury, one hit meant death.

Hakurou’s sword merely brushed her vine club and shattered into fragments.

The ogre leader fared worse.

His arm, grazed by the club, turned to blood mist, half his body reduced to pulp.

Thankfully, Damien’s god-tier healing magic saved him, restoring him fully.

This battle made the Ogre Tribe fully grasp Ogerpon’s terror.

A-rank magicules, Special A-rank combat power.

Ogerpon earned their respect and awe, claiming the title of the tribe’s strongest.

“Damien, Ogerpon feels stronger!”

“Indeed.”

In their wooden house, Damien set up a soundproof barrier. He gently stroked the now-teenage Ogerpon’s hair, praising, “Two hundred fifty ogres, the weakest at B–rank, the strongest, Hakurou, at B+.”

On average, each ogre gave Ogerpon about 80 magicules.

Her magicules surged from 12,000 to 33,000.

“Thanks to you, Ogerpon, I can break through to A-rank too.”

Leader granted Damien 50% of his familiar’s existence points. With his original 1,500, he now had 18,000… well beyond A-rank standards.

[Detected that individual ‘Damien’ meets evolution conditions. Evolve?]

The Voice of the World had sounded in Damien’s mind halfway through Ogerpon’s battles.

But he held off, waiting for Ogerpon to peak before breaking through.

“Ogerpon won’t let anyone disturb Damien!”

As she spoke, Ogerpon wove a magic barrier outside Damien’s soundproof one to block magicule fluctuations, ensuring his evolution went unnoticed.

“I’m counting on you, Ogerpon.”

Seeing Ogerpon stand guard with her vine club, Damien silently commanded, “Evolve!”

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[Lord of Mysteries: Incarnation of Chaos]

Have you ever wondered what would happen if someone from a Lovecraftian world got isekai’d into another world built on Lovecraftian themes? Well, it’s absolute chaos.

Meet Alaric, a human(questionably) survivor of the madness and chaos caused by a certain crawling chaos, who, thanks to the kindness of a certain bubble daddy, got isekai’d into the “fake it till you make it” world.

What will he do in this strange new world? Climb the ladder of power to become that impossible god unless you’re just a pawn of a certain russian priest or a certain goth mommy?

Or become a cheshire cat, leaping onto the 4D chessboard to disrupt the schemes and mind games of these bizarre folks?

For Alaric, it’s not a tough choice. But before he picks either path, he must, of course, uphold the time-honored tradition of isekai’d victims(questionably) that forms the foundation of this world.

What’s that tradition?

Keeping a diary.

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[Alaric’s Transmigration Diary]

[Day 1: I encountered Amon. Used a special technique to summon a projection of the Ancient Sun God, who personally delivered a heavy slap to Amon. Hope Amon appreciates this weighty paternal affection.]

[Day 2: I received an invitation from the Aurora Order. Told them I want it all… looks, brains, and combat prowess… and invited them to join my newly founded Joker Club.]

[Day 3: I met Leonard and acknowledged Gramps Pallez. Declined Leonard’s enthusiastic suggestion for the old man to move in with me, as I’d rather not have a old man critiquing my every move, even in private moments.]

[Day 4: I told Klein I plan to pray to a deity named The Fool. Watched his eyes widen in shock and kindly offered him some eye drops.]

[Day 5: I listened to Medici perform a two-hour comedy routine. Suggested he go professional and invited him to share a meal.]

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[Day 666: I fully absorbed a certain crawling chaos fragment within me. From now on, I am the Fifth Pillar.]

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