World's Strongest Became the Game's Weakest Villain

"Congratulations, father. I heard you have slain an SS-Class Outer God."

A breeze blew in the grand Dragon Valley. Without turning back, the dragonewt answered in a serene, authoritative voice.

"Kalanaar. Do you know what makes us, the dragon tribe, strong?"

The child’s tail tilted to the side in slight confusion.

"Is it not training?"

"It may be so for others, but not for us, the descendants of the great dragon."

The young dragonewt was repeating the same words that his father had told him a while ago, yet, the man’s answer had changed.

"I see it now. When all the worlds are on the line. I see it, Kalanaar."

"What is it, father?"

"What makes us dragonewts stronger is a desire to protect."

The dragonewt brought his hand to his chest and closed his eyes, the breeze running up the valley hit his face.

"The stronger the enemy, the more that is on the line, the more powerful we get."

"The desire to protect…" Kalanaar repeated his father’s words. He always fought for the same reason, now that not just one but every world was on the line, he felt it even more than before.

Yet he had not experienced a surge in strength beyond himself.

Was it something that came out in desperation, or the words of an old man who had come in touch with himself?

Then… was an SS-Class Outer God the limit of his father’s strength?

"You may go ahead, Kalanaar. I’d stay with our ancestors for a while more."

Kalanaar brushed away his fathers words then.

Rathnaar, the chief of the dragonewts, proceeded to kill seven EX-Class Outer Gods, above SSS-Class and at a level that could not be measured by them anymore, over just the next seven days.

He had become.

The world alliance’s strongest.

***

"THIS IS GETTING FUN!!" Kalanaar’s scream ripped through the skies as he waved the giant stone slabs in his hands.

"Miss Emily! Little Dryad! About fifty meters to the north, protect that place! Mister Kevin!"

Kevin had fallen back on the ground and was looking at the raging dragonewt. Even as purple blood streamed down his face, Kalanaar’s spirit burned.

Kevin gave him a thumbs up. The remnants were theirs to handle.

Without any delay or confusion, Emily’s drones had already rushed toward the spot he had talked about.

[Uh-t-this…]

"What is it?" Kevin asked.

[There are… survivors!!]

Kalanaar grinned. The weight on their shoulder had just increased, but he was still feeling fueled.

Without any delay, he tossed one of the slabs into the sky and jumped up. His feet pushed against the falling stone and he kicked off, dashing toward the remnants.

His head spun his gears as quick as it could. Remnants usually carried the abilities of the Outer God they emerged from. What had they seen until now?

Regeneration, usurpation of magic, no. It was a complete reconstruction. The remnants here…

"Emerge from reconstruction!" Kalanaar looked behind. The first of the stone slabs he had jumped off of had turned into a sharp javelin that came for his neck. Kalanaar used the second slab to deflect the reconstructed attack and landed next to Kevin.

His energy soared. An Outer God shot its hand toward him and found itself sticking next to the ground.

"Nice assist!"

"Leave your back to me, the handsome human!"

A ball of heat formed in Kalanaar’s mouth.

[Dragon Breath]!

A beam of pure destruction shot out and cut through the tree that the Outer God had restructured. The Dryad and his own tree golem ran past and toward the spot where the survivors stood. As he passed, he gave Kevin a high-five.

Kalanaar’s breath had brought the attention of all three Outer Gods.

All this time, he had been fighting with the thought of running away at the back of his mind. This was something they started just because after all. If it ever felt too much to handle, the could escape.

But since he had seen the survivors, all thoughts of running away left him.

"Mister Kevin…"

"Listen, dragon guy…" Kevin ran his hand through his hair as he sipped on a mana potion, tossing away the empty bottle. "Whenever you can. Jump."

With those words, the remnants made their move. Three enormous hands emerged from the ground right under them.

At the same moment, Kalanaar jumped up high.

His reach went much higher than he had imagined, the gravity magic was in full play.

The hands of reconstructed debris came rushing toward them. Kalanaar kicked off another and jumped back once more, his goal toward the Outer God.

One of the structures following him collapsed and another appeared from his front.

It was then, his body suddenly pulled down with extreme force.

The gravity around him had increased exponentially, making him avoid the attack.

"JUMP!"

As soon his feet touched the ground, Kalanaar pushed against the ground and flew high into the sky, his body light.

He looked back and found Kevin grinning as they averted all the attacks with his manipulation.

An extreme dance broke out as Kevin and Kalanaar made their way through the debris and toward the giant remnants. Their sudden, sharp movements averted all the incoming attacks, as if the entire air belonged to them.

"This is my special move. [Trampoline Park]."

Hands collapsed and spears rose, spears collapsed and vines came rushing at their necks, vines collapsed and the remnants rushed in themselves.

"What now, dragon?!"

Kalanaar gazed around him.

There were exactly three things dancing around. Three.

"Worry not, Mister Kevin!"

He bounced off the ground and pulled his fist back.

A kick came toward him, Kalanaar shot back to the ground and jumped up once more, right in front of the remnant’s face. Stay connected via freewebnovel

"Can only reconstruct three things at once!!"

An Outer God’s remnant was always just a remnant, a fraction of the concept.

Kalanaar shot his hand forward. As long as all three of them were using their ability. They wouldn’t be able to.

"BRING THEIR FRIEND BACK TO LIFE!"

A thunderous crash resounded as the remnant’s head exploded.