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

After killing Nosferatu, the last living Lord of Typhon, Destroyers unleashed a torrent of scorching flames, incinerating the dead dragon's body into a pile of shimmering ashes. The smell of burnt scales and charred flesh filled the air.

***Impossible!!***

Ares and his remaining soldiers, their faces etched with terror, stumbled backward, their weapons trembling in their hands. The sheer brutality of Nosferatu's demise had shattered their morale.

"**Oh? I see we have another lunch.**" Yers said, her voice a low, guttural growl. The three heads turned towards Ares, her eyes gleaming with predatory hunger.

***You will pay for this!!***

Ares yelled, his voice a desperate attempt to mask his fear, and then, with a burst of dark energy, he disappeared from the gateway, his remaining soldiers scrambling after him, their retreat a chaotic scramble.

Seeing Ares had fled, Havoc turned to Destroyers, his expression a mix of relief and confusion.

"Why the hell are you here?! Shouldn't you be with the Ruler?!" He yelled, his voice laced with urgency and a hint of panic.

The three heads of Destroyers looked at one another, a silent exchange passing between them, and then sighed.

"**The Lord sent us to save you guys, and to say our goodbyes.**"

"Goodbyes?"

Havoc was even more confused, his brow furrowed in bewilderment.

"**Ah!!**"

Joker, Havoc, Commander Wang, Jasmine, Daniel, and the still-standing Grandmasters turned their heads to the remaining Abyssal Walkers, and watched in stunned silence as they began to shatter into dust, their forms dissipating like smoke in the wind.

"**Thank goodness we were early.**" Des said, his voice laced with a hint of melancholy, and nodded at Havoc, a silent acknowledgment of their shared fate.

"**We'll see again.**" Tro said, his voice a low, resonant rumble, a promise that carried a hint of finality.

The group watched, their hearts heavy with a sense of foreboding, as Destroyers shattered into wisps of smoke, their forms dissolving into the air, flying away like departing spirits.

"Mr. Havoc, what's happening?" Joker asked, his voice trembling slightly, after all the walkers and Destroyers had vanished, leaving an eerie silence in their wake.

Havoc looked at him, his expression grim, and raised his head to the sky, his eyes scanning the horizon.

"Go back. The gate will close in ten minutes."
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The humans were confused, their faces a mask of uncertainty, but after a few moments of hesitation, they nodded, their movements slow and deliberate, and walked away, their footsteps echoing in the empty gateway.

'What is our fate now?'

Havoc thought, his gaze fixed at the sky, his mind filled with a sense of unease and foreboding. The silence was deafening, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded, and he knew, with a chilling certainty, that the world had irrevocably changed.

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[Ten minutes later.]

Erika, Jennifer, and the depleted group entered the shimmering gateway, and appeared on the ground. Their faces etched with exhaustion and grief.

The gateway pulsed for a few seconds, then vanished, leaving behind only the cold, hard ground of what was once a bustling military outpost. The second gateway followed suit, disappearing like a mirage.

Erika took a deep, shuddering breath, the scent of ozone and something acrid lingering in the air. She turned to Jennifer and Tyson.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "let's keep this between us. Mira and Maria... they can't know. Not yet."

Jennifer and Tyson exchanged a somber glance, the unspoken weight of what they'd witnessed hanging heavy in the air.

"We understand, Erika," Jennifer said softly.

Erika managed a weak smile, a flicker of gratitude in her weary eyes. "Firenza." she addressed the Guild Leader, her voice regaining a sliver of its usual command. "We need to debrief."

Before Firenze could respond, the ground vibrated, and the roar of engines filled the air. Four military vehicles, painted in the stark gray of the Amerisa's Defense Force, screeched to a halt, their headlights cutting through the twilight. Commander Wang, his face grim and lined, stepped out, his gaze sweeping over the survivors.

"Where are the others?" he demanded, his voice tight with barely suppressed anxiety. Of the 156 who had entered the gate, only 46 remained.

"They didn't make it," Tyson replied, his voice heavy with loss. "We encountered... something in the gate. Something beyond anything we've faced before."

"Beyond anything is an understatement," Joker added, stepping forward, his usually jovial demeanor replaced with a chilling seriousness.

"Michael's soldiers... they were disintegrating, turning into wisps of smoke. And the Hydra... it spoke of things that don't make sense."

"What things?" Tyson asked, his confusion deepening.

"If we know that, would we ask you guys?" Daniel asked, his voice low.

The three men turned their attention to Jennifer and Erika, their eyes filled with unspoken questions. Erika, however, simply turned and walked away, her shoulders slumped, her silence speaking volumes.

Commander Wang, Joker, and Daniel exchanged puzzled glances, then turned to Jennifer, their expressions pleading for answers.

Jennifer took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she had to reveal. "Eris... she told us about Typhon,"

She began, recounting the encounter in detail, the words echoing with a chilling finality.

Five minutes later, the three men stood in stunned silence, their faces reflecting a mixture of shock, fear, and disbelief. The implications of Jennifer's revelation were staggering. Someone capable of killing Michael... it was beyond comprehension.

"We have to go public with this," Commander Wang finally said, his voice strained. "The people have a right to know. We can use this to rally them, to prepare them."

"No, Commander," Tyson interjected, his voice firm. "We can't."

All eyes turned to him, confusion and disagreement etched on their faces.

"If we tell them Michael is gone, that Typhon is coming... They'll lose hope," Tyson explained, his voice filled with a desperate urgency. "They'll give up. Right now, they see Michael as invincible. We need to maintain that illusion. We can tell them to stay in the game city, that the strongest among them, the Diamond medal holders and above, will stand and fight."

"But Michael ordered everyone to evacuate Amerisa." Joker protested.

"I know, Dad," Tyson said, his voice filled with a quiet determination. "But I can't abandon my city, not for some ancient dragon. I'd rather die fighting than run."

Joker stepped forward, placing a hand on Tyson's shoulder. "I can't remember the last time I said this," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "but I'm proud of you, son."

Tyson looked up at his father, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and resolve. He nodded, his face set in a grim determination.

"What about the rest of you?" Commander Wang asked, turning to Firenze and the other Grandmasters. "Will you stand with us?"

The Grandmasters exchanged uneasy glances, weighing the risks and the responsibilities. Firenza, the stoic leader, finally spoke.

"We will not abandon Amerisa," he declared, his voice resonating with unwavering resolve. "We will stand and fight!"

"Yes!!"

The Grandmasters agreed.