Reincarnated with the Country System-Chapter 229: Godfire

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The air still trembled. The impact of Alberto's punch had sent deep fractures through the very bones of the facility. Metal groaned, struggling to hold together.

And yet, from the wreckage, something laughed.

SYSTEM ALERT: UNIDENTIFIED ENTITY RECOVERY RATE – 4,600% ABOVE PREDICTED PARAMETERS.

WARNING: TARGET IS IN A STATE OF CONTINUOUS EVOLUTION.

Circe coughed beside him, one hand pressed against her throat where the devil's grip had crushed her windpipe. She wasn't fully healed yet, but she forced herself upright. "I hope you have a plan, Your Majesty."

Alberto scoffed, cracking his knuckles. "I've got my fists. That's usually enough."

The rubble shifted.

Black tendrils slithered through the cracks, thick and wet like oil-soaked muscle fibers. The entity—no longer Caspian—peeled itself from the wreckage with slow, deliberate ease, its grin stretching too wide across its still-forming face.

"Oh, my." The voice scraped against reality itself, layered with a hundred discordant whispers. "That actually hurt a little."

Alberto's smirk was razor-sharp. "Good. I'll make sure the next one kills you."

SYSTEM PANEL – ENTITY ANALYSIS UPDATE

TARGET: CASPIAN (EVOLVED STATE – [ERROR] CLASSIFICATION UNKNOWN)

THREAT LEVEL: BEYOND MEASUREMENT

REGENERATION RATE: EXCEEDS PREVIOUS LIMITATIONS

CURRENT STATE: PHASE TWO EVOLUTION – UNSTABLE

Circe read the system logs over Alberto's shoulder, her blood running cold. "Shit," she muttered. "He's still changing."

Alberto didn't blink. "Then we need to finish him off faster."

The devil moved.

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A blur of black and crimson—it was everywhere at once, its form splitting and reforming in erratic bursts.

Circe barely managed to react, throwing up a defensive barrier—

SHATTER.

The impact crushed her into the wall, ribs fracturing instantly. Damn.

Alberto met the attack head-on. The devil's clawed hand lashed out, aiming to tear through his gut—

THOOM.

Alberto caught the strike.

Bare-handed.

The force of the blow blasted apart the walls behind him, sending steel debris and rock cascading in every direction. But Alberto stood firm, golden energy crackling around his grip.

"Not bad," he muttered. "But—"

His other fist shot forward—very fast. A perfect straight punch.

IMPACT.

The devil's entire torso caved inward.

It shrieked—not in pain, but in surprise—as its body bent like melting wax, bones snapping, black ichor spraying in grotesque arcs.

Alberto followed through, gripping the thing's half-shattered body and hurling it through the bulkhead.

SYSTEM ALERT: LEVEL 6 COMPROMISED. SEVERE STRUCTURAL DAMAGE DETECTED.

The floor collapsed beneath them.

Alberto and Circe plunged downward as metal beams and shattered concrete rained around them. The devil's body crashed through three more levels before stopping somewhere deep below.

The moment Alberto landed, he sprinted forward, a golden streak through the ruin. He wouldn't give the bastard time to regenerate.

Circe hit the ground hard, coughing up blood. "Fucking—ow." But she couldn't rest. She forced herself up, gritting her teeth against the pain.

She had one shot at this.

She extended both hands, arcane sigils igniting around her wrists.

"Divine Lockdown: Stasis Bind!"

Golden chains exploded from the ground, weaving through the air like living things. They latched onto the shifting, wriggling form of the devil just as it tried to reform its obliterated torso.

It howled.

Circe grinned, wiping blood from her lip. "Yeah, you don't like that, do you, asshole?"

The devil thrashed, its shadowy limbs twisting violently against the divine chains.

But something was wrong.

The chains—began to tremble. Crack. Hairline fractures formed along their glowing lengths.

Circe's stomach dropped. "That's not possible—"

"Oh, my dear sorceress."

The voice slithered into her ear from behind.

She whirled—but it was too late.

The devil was inside her shadow.

A clawed hand burst through her stomach.

SYSTEM WARNING: FATAL DAMAGE DETECTED. LIFE FUNCTIONS AT 22%.

Circe gasped, blood bubbling from her lips. No. No.

Her vision blurred. Her limbs went numb.

The devil's face materialized beside her, grinning as it whispered:

"Nice try."

Then—

BOOM.

The force of Alberto's next punch tore reality apart.

The sheer gravitational force of it ripped the devil from Circe's body before it could finish her off, hurling it back into the abyss.

Alberto caught Circe as she fell.

"Hey, hey—don't you dare fucking die. You are my strongest hero—Don't forget it," he snarled.

She coughed, blood staining his collar. "I know, Your Majesty."

The devil reformed again.

Its body had changed even further—its arms elongated, its fingers tapering into razor-like talons. Eyes—too many of them—opened across its chest, blinking in eerie synchronization.

Alberto scowled. "Tired of this shit."

He set Circe down gently, then stood to his full height. Power ignited across his body.

SYSTEM UPDATE: ALBERTO—OVERDRIVE MODE ENGAGED.

WARNING: LIMITERS REMOVED. POWER OUTPUT AT 700%.

Golden light flooded the ruined battlefield.

The devil shuddered.

"Oh." It tilted its head, those endless, wrong eyes gleaming. "You think you can actually kill me?"

Alberto smirked.

"I will."

Then—

They clashed.

Fists met claws.

A single exchange—

Then a thousand.

In less than 0.2 seconds, they had already struck each other over a million times.

Each blow was a sonic boom, each punch a shockwave that shattered concrete, steel, and the very foundation of the facility.

The devil's claws scratched across Alberto's chest, creating a deep gash. Blood flowed, but the wound healed automatically.

SYSTEM ALERT:

WARNING: TARGET EVOLVING FASTER THAN EXPECTED. PHASE THREE EVOLUTION INITIATED.

The devil let out a terrible roar.

The thing—no, its body—stretched, limbs distorting unnaturally as new faces and mouths emerged across its form—eyes that blinked in rhythmic horror, mouths that dripped venomous saliva.

"You, human! Dare to fight against me! I will punish you with a punishment worse than hell!"

"Shut up, you goddamn cockroach."

The devil growled. It was a hiss, a whisper, a thousand voices grinding into a single dreadful tone. "I'll break you."

Alberto snorted, feeling a swell of power, his veins lit with the fires of divine wrath. "Let's see. I'm not here to fuck around."

SYSTEM NOTIFICATION:

SKILLS UNLOCKED: GODFIRE - SOUL-IGNITION CAPABILITY

USAGE: GODFIRE (Tier 1): Burn through any material with a direct strike of divine flame. Damage Scaling: 5000%.

"Let's see if you like fire."

His body shimmered golden, his skin cracking as raw divine energy poured out of him. He lifted a hand, palm facing the devil, and—

WHAM.

The world exploded.

Alberto unleashed Godfire—pure, molten divine wrath. It wasn't just fire. It was a violent eruption of godly fury, a flood of hellish flames burning through everything.

The devil screamed.

SYSTEM ALERT:

WARNING: FACILITY COLLAPSE IMMINENT – 3 MINUTES.

"Shit," Circe hissed, her bloodied face paling. "We need to get out of here—NOW!"

Alberto looked at her. "I know." He waved his hand and turned off Godfire. "Circe, do you have enough mana to teleport us?"

Circe nodded and quickly cast her spell.

Shadow Warp.

Darkness swallowed them—just as the facility collapsed.