Solo Leveling: I Am The Only Supreme With the Cheating System

Erika breathed, her voice filled with a sudden, inexplicable wonder.

Whizzed!

BAM!

The three women instinctively recoiled, stepping backward in shock as the two halves of the dagger lifted from the ground, propelled by an unseen force, and hurtled towards each other. With a sharp click, they rejoined.

"...…....!!"

Silence hung in the air for a few heartbeats after the two pieces fused back together. The golden glow surrounding the dagger slowly faded, revealing the whole, unbroken form of Slayer lying on the ground.

Mira gulped audibly, her heart pounding in her chest. She cautiously bent down and picked up the dagger, her fingers closing around its familiar hilt. She felt the cool, smooth surface of the metal, a tangible link to her missing brother.

Turning to Erika, her eyes wide with a mixture of hope and disbelief, she asked softly, "Sister-in-law?"

"Michael."

Erika whispered, her voice thick with surprise and a dawning sense of relief.

"I told you, Brother is safe! This is proof!" Mira exclaimed, her face lighting up with a radiant smile as she extended the dagger towards Erika.

Erika slowly raised her hand, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached out and touched the cold, sharp edge of the dagger blade. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision.

"Don't worry, Elder sister... Brother-in-law will be back... I don't know when, but he will be back." Maria reassured her, her own smile mirroring Mira's hopeful expression.

"Yes."

Erika nodded, her voice choked with emotion as she fought back the tears threatening to spill.

"Thank you, both of you," she managed to say, her voice trembling slightly.

She opened her arms, and Mira and Maria stepped forward, embracing her in a tight, comforting hug.

A genuine smile finally broke through Erika's tears as she looked up at the vast, clear sky, a silent message sent on the wind.

'We are waiting, Love,' She thought inwardly, her heart filled with a renewed sense of hope.

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[Between Chaos.]

[Thirty minutes later.]

BOOOOM!!!!!!

As if fueled by the unwavering love of his family echoing across the dimensions, a confident smirk spread across Michael's face. His unexpected reaction not only stunned Guinevere, who was channeling immense power, but also left Chronos and the observing soldiers utterly flabbergasted.

"He.... He is smiling?"

Chronos stammered, his eyes wide with disbelief at the sight of Michael's seemingly impervious spirit.

A warm smile bloomed on Guinevere's face as she witnessed his resilience, her determination solidifying. Without hesitation, she amplified her power, unleashing a surge that was undoubtedly 100% of her current capacity.

BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!

An even more colossal bolt of lightning ripped through the chaotic sky, crashing down upon Michael and Guinevere with earth-shattering force. The impact sent violent shockwaves and raw chaotic energies rippling outwards, shaking the very fabric of their surroundings.

Chronos and the soldiers reacted swiftly, their instinct kicking in as they instantly conjured shimmering energy barriers before them, bracing against the overwhelming force.

BOOM!!

The ornate pillars and intricately carved walls of the golden hall groaned and cracked under the escalating energy, the intensity increasing tenfold. Yet, amidst the chaos, Michael's smirk remained, a beacon of defiance against the onslaught.

-

'Good job, Michael... Now receive the blessings, and you can open your eyes.'

Guinevere's voice, now softer yet carrying immense satisfaction, echoed in his mind. Obeying her words, Michael slowly blinked his eyes open, his senses adjusting to the aftermath of the ordeal.

"...."

His gaze swept across the transformed space. Both he and Guinevere stood on what now resembled an open field within the chaotic realm. Before them stood four towering pillars of pure light, each radiating a distinct and vibrant hue: red, yellow, blue, and green.

"This is the temple of the realms. This is where you'll receive your blessings," Guinevere whispered, her voice filled with reverence as she explained the significance of the luminous structures.

Michael nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on the radiant lights before him, a sense of awe washing over him.

"""Welcome, Michael Brian."""

The red light spoke, its voice resonating with a deep, ancient power that seemed to vibrate through the very air.

"""Guinevere, is this your chosen?"""

The green light beside the red one inquired, a smooth, melodious female voice drifting towards the two figures.

""Yes,"" Guinevere affirmed with a respectful nod.

"""Hmm... Michael Brian, are you sure you're ready for this responsibility? The fate of the realms and the lives of billions will rest on your shoulders.""" The yellow light posed the question, its voice calm and measured, yet carrying the weight of immense expectation.

"I won't say I'm ready," Michael admitted honestly, his gaze sweeping over the imposing pillars of light.

"All of this is new to me... But with the help and support of my friends and loved ones, I will take it on," he declared, his voice gaining strength and conviction.

"""Hmm... Ok, Michael, as the realm of fire, I grant you my blessings.""" The red light declared, a surge of warm energy emanating from it.

"""Hmm... Ok, Michael, as the realm of water, I grant you my blessings.""" The blue light followed suit, a cool, calming energy flowing towards him.

"""Hmm... Ok, Michael, as the realm of wind, I grant you my blessings.""" The yellow light added its bestowal, a gentle yet powerful current of energy joining the others.

"""Hmm... Ok, Michael, as the realm of earth, I grant you my blessings.""" The green light concluded the pronouncements, a grounding, steady energy completing the confluence.

Guinevere took a respectful step back, allowing the ancient powers to work their will.

Four distinct beams of colored light shot forth from the respective pillars, converging upon Michael with such focused intensity that it physically pushed him back three feet.

"""As of one, and in the eyes of all the worlds, we crown you the Supreme... Congratulations, and use your powers wisely."""

The four lights spoke in perfect unison, their voices echoing with the weight of their ancient authority, bestowing upon Michael a title and a responsibility that transcended mortal comprehension.