Shreyash didn't slow down.
If anything, he became methodical.
He hunted through the Ruined Lightning World like a force of inevitability, dragging enemies toward himself with Absolute Pull and crushing them before they could even comprehend resistance. Lightning beasts, void-twisted predators, fragmented remnants of extinct races—nothing escaped him. With every kill, the familiar prompt appeared, and with every fusion, his existence grew heavier, denser, more complete.
His stats climbed violently.
At first it felt unreal—Strength, Agility, Stamina, Supreme Qi—rising in massive leaps as if the System itself had lost control. Then, without warning, he hit a ceiling.
One thousand.
No matter how powerful the enemy he killed, his visible stats refused to go beyond it.
Strength: 1000
Agility: 1000
Stamina: 1000
S. Qi: 1000
For a moment, irritation flickered through him. Then he noticed something far more important.
Fusion hadn't stopped.
Instead of inflating numbers, it began to change him at a deeper level.
As he continued killing beyond the stat cap, Shreyash realized that he wasn't just absorbing flesh or energy anymore. He was absorbing everything—the body, the Origin, and the soul of the beings he defeated. Entire existences were being crushed, refined, and fused into him without residue or waste.
His body grew monstrously resilient, every movement carrying destructive weight.
His Origin expanded and stabilized, no longer vague or embryonic, but vast and structured—capable of supporting large-scale destruction.
His soul deepened, gaining density and authority, resisting erosion and dominance as if it were forged from something ancient and predatory.
He felt it clearly.
This was not level progression.
This was foundation evolution.
The System finally acknowledged what was happening.
> [Foundation Advancement Detected]
[Body: D-Rank Threshold Achieved]
[Origin: D-Rank Threshold Achieved]
[Soul: D-Rank Threshold Achieved]
City Destroyer.
A D-rank existence.
Not because his level said so.
But because reality itself recognized his weight.
And that was when Shreyash truly understood.
His level was still only 10.
His level-up mission—killing a Level 30 monster—remained incomplete.
Yet his power and foundation had already reached D-rank.
If he stood next to a normal Level 10 evolver, the difference would be absolute. They would still be struggling to stabilize their bodies and circulate Supreme Qi. He could erase a city.
The realization sent a thrill through him that no battle had matched.
Others were chained to the System's linear path—level up, stabilize, rank up, repeat. They grew when allowed.
He grew whenever he killed.
Missions were not obstacles to him anymore.
They were playgrounds.
He could enter a mission world, grind endlessly, absorb everything to the limit, forge an unbreakable foundation—and only then complete the mission and advance his level. By the time the System officially acknowledged his progress, his existence would already be far above what his level suggested.
This was how he would stand above everyone else.
Not by rushing levels.
But by perfecting his foundation until it became obscene.
Lightning tore the sky apart as Shreyash stood amidst the ruins, blood and static fading into his body.
The stronger the enemy—
the stronger he became.
No norms.
No balance.
No mercy.
Only growth through annihilation.
And for the first time since the Disaster began, Shreyash smiled—not with excitement, but with certainty.
This world, and the ones beyond it, were not ready for what he was becoming.