Reborn With the Infinite Gods System

Axel adjusted his sword, bringing it up to his face just in time to block the heavy fist that hurled him across the room. He crashed back-first into the wall, the impact sending shockwaves of pain through his body. Gasping for air, he dropped to his knees, struggling to catch his breath. His vision blurred, and he felt the sharp sting of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

'This guy is something else,' Axel thought, his mind racing as he surveyed the scene. The Fatek General towered above them, a monstrous figure exuding raw power. Axel turned his gaze to his teammates—Rowin, Hera, and Loki—each fighting valiantly but struggling to withstand the alien's relentless assault. Rowin was already out of the fight, his body limp on the ground.

It was just Axel and the other two now, and the odds were grim.

'Think, Axel,' he urged himself, trying to calm his frantic thoughts. 'The only problem is his armor and offense. If I can find a way around those, I can win...'

After a moment of contemplation, Axel made his decision. He pushed himself to his feet, muscles protesting, and raced toward the Fatek General with all the speed he could muster. Reaching the towering alien, he catapulted himself into the air, his sword aimed for a devastating strike.

But before his blade could make contact, it was repelled by an invisible force, sending it flying backward as if it had struck an impenetrable barrier.

Still airborne, Axel felt a crushing force strike him in the gut, a sensation like being hit by a speeding truck. "Kayak!" he gasped, coughing up a mouthful of blood as he clutched his abdomen. He landed heavily on his feet, his body trembling under the strain.

'Bloody cheating... This bastard can control the gravity of this room,' Axel realized, his mind reeling from the discovery. 'That's why I can't land a fatal attack on him.'

"Hera! Loki! Keep him occupied!" Axel shouted, desperate for a reprieve to gather his strength. He watched as his teammates hesitated for a split second before launching themselves at the Fatek General with renewed vigor.

Hera was the first to act, her body radiating a scorching red energy that she channeled into beams, firing them directly at the alien. The beams cut through the gravity shield like it was nothing, striking the Fatek General's face with precision. The alien let out a shriek of rage, his beady eyes narrowing as he focused on Hera.

In response, Hera didn't back down. She fired another beam at him, simultaneously drawing her sword from its scabbard. The Fatek General dodged the beam with surprising agility for his size, closing the distance between them in an instant. He brought his massive hand down on her, intending to crush her skull, but as his hand made contact, Hera's form dissipated into a mirage, vanishing into thin air.

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'What is this magic? She can't possibly be that fas—' The Fatek General's thoughts were cut short by a sudden wave of agony as one of his eyes turned dark. Pain exploded from the injured socket, the sensation like molten lava pouring into his brain. "AHHHHHHHH!!! KUEEEKKKK!" he shrieked, clutching his face as he staggered back, noticing the sword embedded in his eye.

The pain was unbearable, compounded by a venomous corruption spreading across his face like wildfire.

"Damned brats!" the Fatek General roared, his remaining eye locking onto Loki and Hera with murderous intent. Loki and Hera exchanged a tense glance, their expressions tight with fear and determination.

'Even after my distraction and that amount of poison I put into the attack, this bastard is still standing,' Hera thought, folding her arms as she readied herself for the next strike. "We've done our part. Now it's up to that guy," she muttered, her voice grim.

Axel, watching from a distance, felt a surge of pride. His teammates had bought him the time he needed. Now that his preparations were complete, he was ready to end the battle.

[Torch of Dominance is at full strength]

During the distraction, Axel had separated himself, focusing all his energy on charging his sword with enough mana to finish the fight in one decisive blow. Now, with his weapon at its peak, he dashed forward, reaching the Fatek General's towering form in an instant. With a powerful swing, he aimed for the back of the alien's knee.

His sword, now charged with a sizzling blue energy, sliced through the invisible barrier like a hot knife through butter and bit deeply into the Fatek General's knee, severing it cleanly. The alien let out another ear-splitting scream as he staggered back, struggling to stay upright on his remaining leg.

'It worked... Now for the final blow!' Axel thought, spinning around to deliver the killing strike. But before he could act, the Fatek General extended his hand, and the gravity in the room multiplied tenfold. The floor groaned under the immense pressure, and everyone in the room, except the Fatek, was forced to their knees by the crushing force.

Axel gritted his teeth, the pressure so intense it felt like his bones were being ground to dust. The sensation was unbearable, as if an elephant had been dropped on him, pinning him in place. He could see the others struggling as well, their faces contorted in pain.

"I took you all too lightly! You figured out the only things not bound by gravity are light and heat, and you used that to your advantage," the Fatek General sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. His confidence was clear—he believed the fight was over.

But Axel wasn't done yet. Despite the overwhelming pressure, a slow grin spread across his face. "You think I didn't anticipate this?" he rasped, forcing himself to his feet, every movement a battle against the crushing force. "I've been heating up my blood and body temperature this whole time, so I can move in this gravity."

The Fatek General's expression faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "Even with that, you won't be fast enough to land a hit," he scoffed. "You're nothing but a snail."

Axel's grin widened as he rose, trembling but determined. "Who said I was going to fight you physically, you bastard?"

[Torch of Dominance]

The tip of Axel's sword ignited with a searing blue beam that tore through the air, striking the Fatek General's face with unerring accuracy. The beam split the alien's head apart, sending chunks of flesh and bone flying in all directions. Blood spattered across the room, staining the walls and floor.

In that same instant, the oppressive gravity lifted, the room returning to normal. Axel felt a wave of relief wash over him, his body suddenly weightless as he stumbled back a few feet before collapsing to his knees. The battle was over, but the exhaustion hit him like a freight train.

[You have leveled up]

[You have leveled up]

[You have leveled up skill Torch of Dominance]

Axel's grin widened even further as the notifications flashed before his eyes. 'Using my body as a hot air balloon worked perfectly,' he thought.

'At least I achieved... Something I never dreamt of achieving... I defeated a boss of a spaceship... And I...'

Levelled up...

***Author's note***

The same pleading as the last chapter.

Please gift me magic castle or anything to boost this book before WPC ends. If you can support please do. I can't afford to fail this WPC without giving it my all. I need your assistant all of you to win this, please don't avoid assisting me