Zarek stood still, calm amidst the chaos.

    Soldiers surrounded him, weapons raised, gleaming tips aimed directly at his heart.

    He said nothing. Sear?h the N?vel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    To him, they were mere pawns, fodder that he could obliterate with nothing more than a glance. And he wasn’t exaggerating.

    But they weren’t his goal.

    His true target was the Level Nine Telekinetic Users. That was where the real challenge and the real thrill lay.

    A grin tugged at his lips.

    ’Even if I lose... I won’t die.

    And if I don’t die, I’ll adapt.’

    This was the perfect scenario for him, one he intended to savor.

    His gaze locked onto a single soldier in the crowd.

    With a flicker of his will, Zarek activated his Telekinesis. The soldier screamed as he was lifted high into the air, limbs flailing.

    Zarek’s pupils narrowed, and a dreadful creak echoed through the battlefield, bone bending under his Telekinesis.

    The soldier’s limbs were mercilessly torn apart, one by one, arms and legs severed in an instant. He collapsed to the ground, helpless and broken.

    What is the power of ninety kilograms of raw strength?

    Enough to crush a normal person into a blood mist if he so willed to.

    "He’s a Telekinetic User!"

    The soldiers immediately roared.

    But they did not panic, as Zarek had expected. Instead, they instinctively stepped back.

    From the shadows ahead, a group of figures emerged slowly, stepping forward to confront him.

    At first glance, they looked like ordinary soldiers but Zarek could sense the overwhelming telekinetic power radiating from them, even from a distance.

    They drew their weapons, mostly swords, one with a gun, and the last casually twirling a handful of knives.

    "Who’s this brat? Dared to disturb my sleep," the one with the gun sneered, grinning. "I’ll make sure he dies a miserable death."

    Zarek said nothing, shaking his head in quiet disappointment.

    "I expected to face a Level Nine Telekinetic first. You lot are a big letdown."

    Without warning, he launched himself into the air, the sheer force of his legs propelling him upward. His hammer raised high, ready to come crashing down.

    Their faces hardened instantly.

    Even the pressure from that descending hammer alone could crush a normal man into pulp.

    But, despite the overwhelming threat, they moved with surprising coordination, readying themselves to defend.

    The Telekinetic user wielding knives raised his hands, causing each blade to levitate and spin rapidly in midair. The knives circled in front of everyone, forming a massive, whirling ring in the form of a deadly spinning "O." The swirling blades generated a powerful electromagnetic force, creating an invisible shield shimmering before them.

    The Telekinetic user with the gun took aim at Zarek’s hammer and fired.

    But instead of bullets, a concentrated sphere of pure telekinetic energy burst from the muzzle, colliding violently with the descending hammer. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air.

    Meanwhile, the sword-wielding Telekinetics lunged forward, blades gleaming as they prepared to slice Zarek into pieces.

    Zarek sneered silently. As his hammer fell, it was like the coming of an apocalypse.

    The telekinetic bullets from the gun couldn’t budge his hammer in the slightest.

    When the hammer struck the shield, it tore through it instantly.

    The sword-wielding telekinetic was forced to face the full force of the hammer head-on.

    As expected, the sword held only briefly before bending and shattering, telekinetic energy leaking from the broken blade.

    Their faces drained of color as the hammer landed.

    Boom!

    It was as if the earth itself shattered beneath the impact. Everything was thrown into chaos, the ground shaking like thunder. Dust billowed up, blurring the vision of the soldiers watching intently.

    When the dust finally settled, only one figure remained standing amidst the ruins.

    A young man stood amidst the ruin, long golden hair cascading down, piercing, boundless blue eyes fixed ahead, his hammer casually resting on his shoulders.

    The sword telekinetic users lay fallen across the battlefield, while the knife and gun users coughed up blood, their telekinetic powers shattered.

    Zarek spoke a single word, dripping with cold contempt:

    "Weaklings."

    Just then, he felt a terrifying threat behind him. His instincts screamed at him to dodge and that’s exactly what he did, rolling across the ground before springing back up. The moment he took in the scene, his pupils nearly dilated.

    From his previous position, an arrow whizzed through the air, curving as it adjusted its trajectory toward him.

    Of course, this reaction wasn’t triggered by that single arrow alone, hundreds more followed, homing in on him like deadly missiles.

    "Hmm?" A frown crept onto Zarek’s brow as he tried to use his telekinesis to disrupt the barrage, but with so many arrows, he could only manage to deflect a handful.

    He clenched his hammer tightly, drawing his arm back to full stretch to build perfect momentum. At the same time, he channeled his telekinetic strength to amplify the hammer’s force.

    Simultaneously, he activated one of his skills, Synergy.

    In one powerful motion, he slammed the hammer into the ground.

    Telekinetic energy surged into the earth, sending dust swirling into the air.

    The arrows tore through the dust, only to be stopped by a wall that appeared out of thin air.

    "This really does work." Zarek’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he gazed at his creation: a towering wall standing firm before him.

    The wall held the arrows at bay, the metal shafts lodged halfway deep into its thick, meter-wide surface.

    Before he could react, two spinning knives sliced through the air, curving around the sides of the wall, aimed straight at him.

    Zarek barely spared them a glance, a smirk curling in his mind.

    He extended his hand, and his telekinetic power surged outward, halting the knives almost instantly.

    With a forceful push, he sent them flying backward, channeling all his strength into the attack.

    But at that moment, two figures clad in uniforms nearly indistinguishable from their surroundings crept up behind him. Their swords shimmered with telekinetic energy as they launched a sudden assault from behind…