Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 182 - : TITAN OR PUNCHING BAG?

"System, I wish to buy stats," Greg said calmly, his voice smooth despite the raw power radiating from his levitating form. His long hair fluttered in the air, carried by the invisible current surrounding him. He hovered like a god surveying the world below, his presence alone enough to make hearts tremble.

[System store opening...]

[1 Strength stat - 10 gold coins

1 Speed stat - 10 gold coins

1 Constitution stat - 10 gold coins

1 Intelligence stat - 10 gold coins

1 Stamina stat - 10 gold coins

1 Divinity stat - 100 gold coins]

[Host gold coin balance: 9,567,822,660 coins]

[Host's coin count exceeds one billion. Requirements met to upgrade system stats.]

[System stats improving... Time to expand the system store... 24 hours required... Host must wait patiently.]

Greg's eyes widened. A hidden requirement? His breath caught in his throat. He had never used his God of Wealth talent for this purpose before. Until now, it had seemed mediocre, a utility skill at best. He had only ever relied on it to level up quickly after receiving massive gold drops from Drakonix and Leviathan. The talent had felt unimpressive compared to his other divine abilities.

But now?

Now it revealed its true form—a broken cheat skill that turned gold into raw, overwhelming power. As long as he had coins, he could purchase power endlessly. No need for rigorous training, no need for painful grinding—just wealth, and in this world, Greg had more than enough.

A slow, incredulous laugh escaped him as the realization sank in. "All this time… it was this busted?" he muttered, grinning. Even his sister had thought the talent was unimpressive. She'd been wrong—so wrong.

Gold coins were hard to come by, true. Even the Grey Empire, the wealthiest nation in his past life, likely hadn't reached the billion mark. The legendary Gold Goblin, the richest man Greg had known, barely crossed that threshold. And yet, here he stood—no, floated—possessing nearly ten times that amount. All thanks to his loyal dragons, his fierce battles, and his relentless ambition.

His eyes gleamed with anticipation. If this was just the beginning, what would the upgraded store reveal after 24 hours? Mythical abilities? Conceptual purchases? Divine weapons? The possibilities made his blood stir.

But for now, even this current version of the store was a treasure trove.

"System, I wish to purchase 800 of each stat," Greg muttered, clenching his fists. Power was within reach. He could taste it.

[Purchasing 800 of each stat...

Calculating fee...

120,000 gold coins deducted.]

[Congratulations! You have successfully purchased 800 of each stat.]

[Congratulations! Your Divinity stat has reached 1000.

New divine skills unlocked. Please check your status window.]

Greg's body trembled as the surge of energy coursed through him. It wasn't just a rush—it was a transformation. His bones felt denser, his muscles sharper, his senses more attuned. A divine hum filled the air around him, his aura now a blinding radiance that cracked the sky with its presence. He had broken into a realm few could even dream of.

All his stats had now crossed the 1000 mark.

"Zenith, brace yourself," Greg said with a smirk tugging at his lips, "You're about to feel pain you've never known."

From the spectator stands, a massive Titan roared, "Zenith! Catch!" and hurled an enormous fly swatter—one so large it would have flattened buildings.

Zenith caught the weapon midair and twirled it once with ease, a wicked grin stretching across his face. "Perfect. Time to deal with an annoying little pest like you."

He stomped forward, the ground groaning beneath each step, charging at Greg like a maddened bull. The wind shifted. The air pressure rose.

Greg chuckled, stroking the hilt of Heaven's Defier with reverence. The sword shimmered and scattered into particles of golden light, merging with his skin and reappearing as an ornate tattoo that pulsed with power. It was a symbol of union, of understanding, of absolute synchronization between weapon and wielder.

"You don't need to bother with that oversized club," Greg said, eyes narrowing as his body tensed. "Let's begin the lesson." freēnovelkiss.com

He burst forward, a trail of golden flames spiraling behind him as he rocketed toward Zenith. The fly swatter came down like a meteor, aiming to smack him from the sky.

But Greg wasn't about to be humiliated.

He shot forward faster, his hand slicing through the weapon like a hot blade through butter. The swatter shattered, its pieces falling like metallic rain. Before Zenith could even react, Greg was already at his face.

With a tightly clenched fist glowing with divine force, Greg punched him.

And silence fell.

Absolute, unnatural silence.

The colosseum stood frozen. Titans, gods, and mortals alike stared in disbelief. An ant—an insect compared to Zenith's massive size—had just punched him with enough force to knock him off his feet. Zenith flew backward like a meteorite, crashing into the ground with a deafening boom.

It was unthinkable. Like watching an insect punch a human and send them flying. Reality itself seemed to pause to comprehend the absurdity.

Zenith groaned as he slammed into the earth, carving a crater around him. Dust exploded into the air, cloaking the scene in a thick haze.

He clenched his teeth, blood dripping from his mouth. Never in his life had he felt such shame. Knocked down—by an ant—in front of every Titan.

He pushed himself up, fury blazing in his eyes.

"I see you're finally taking me seriously," Greg said, hovering above him like an angel of judgment. "Good. But it won't help. Today, for the first time in your life, you'll curse the very size you've always been proud of."

Zenith bellowed in fury, his rage now focused and deadly. But not blind.

He ran at Greg, clapping his hands together mid-sprint to create a shockwave of air and sound. The ground cracked beneath him as the force surged forward.

Greg didn't flinch. He flew straight into the storm, unfazed. The pressure bent trees and rocks around them, but Greg moved through it like a god parting the sea.

He tightened his knuckles again, slammed a brutal uppercut into Zenith's jaw, sending him airborne, and immediately followed with a double-fisted hammer strike that smashed the Titan back down into the ground. The resulting impact sent shockwaves rippling across the entire settlement.

The audience was stunned. No one spoke. Not a single word. The truth had become undeniable—this was no lucky fluke. He had done it once, then twice, with precision and power.

"He's no ant," one Titan whispered, dread creeping into his voice. "He's a monster. We let a monster into our settlement... What have I done?"

The Titan who had led Greg into the city clutched his head in panic. "A wolf in sheep's clothing... and we welcomed him. We're doomed."

"Cough... cough..." Zenith wheezed, blood trickling from his lips. He staggered to his feet, clutching his caved-in chest. His ribs were cracked. His lungs burned.

"You're still standing?" Greg said, cracking his knuckles. His voice was casual, but behind that calm tone was absolute dominance. "Good. Because I'm not satisfied yet."

Zenith's eyes widened. Panic surged in his chest. He couldn't deny it any longer.

He was afraid.

Afraid of Greg.

Afraid of what the next blow would do.