God-Level Game Developer System: I Brought In-Game Items To Real World - Chapter 285

Chapter 285: Maverick’s Last Resort
Maverick’s eyes flickered with dark anticipation as he ran his fingers over the text.

The ritual described within was not for the faint of heart. It was a dangerous and desperate act, one that could unravel the very fabric of reality.

But Maverick was no ordinary dark mage; he had delved into the depths of magic that few dared to explore, and he had emerged more powerful than ever before.

“These fools think they’ve won because they defeated my Timekeeper and uncovered my secrets,” Maverick said, his voice dripping with contempt.

“But they have no idea what true power is. The Outer Gods… they are beyond comprehension, beyond the very concepts of life and death, time and space.”

He paced the room, the shadows seeming to bend and twist around him as if drawn to his dark aura. Maverick’s thoughts were racing, his mind already calculating the necessary steps to execute the ritual.

He knew that invoking the power of the Outer Gods would come at a cost—one that could potentially destroy him if he wasn’t careful. But the allure of such power was too great to resist.

“The Outer Gods,” he whispered, his voice filled with both reverence and dread. “They are the true masters of chaos and darkness. Tapping into their power will give me the strength to crush Ayame and her pathetic team once and for all. And then… then I will reshape this world in my image.”

Maverick’s fingers traced the intricate symbols in the tome, memorizing every detail of the ritual. It was a delicate and complex process, requiring precise timing and immense concentration.

One wrong move could mean disaster, not just for him but for the entire world. But Maverick was willing to take that risk. After all, he had nothing left to lose.

And besides, Maverick knew about his role in the game so no matter what, he had to take this step even if he didn’t want to. Since he couldn’t resist, he might as well enjoy the process.

“They will come for me again,” Maverick mused, his voice cold and calculating. “They believe they can finish what they started, but they will find that I am no longer bound by the limitations of this world.”

“With the power of the Outer Gods at my command, I will become something far greater, far more terrifying than they could ever imagine.”

He returned to the table and began gathering the materials needed for the ritual.

Candles of black wax, enchanted crystals that hummed with dark energy, and a dagger forged from the heart of a deceased god. Each item was placed with meticulous care, forming a ritual circle on the floor.

The air in the hut grew heavier with each passing moment, as if the very atmosphere was bending to Maverick’s will.

As he prepared, Maverick could feel the pull of the Outer Gods, their presence looming just beyond the veil of reality.

They were ancient and incomprehensible beings, their motives unknowable and their power unfathomable. But Maverick was confident in his ability to control them, to harness their power for his own ends.

“The time has come,” he said, his voice resolute. “I will summon the Outer Gods and take their power for myself. And when Ayame and her team return, they will face a foe they cannot hope to defeat.”

Maverick’s eyes burned with dark resolve as he stood in the center of the ritual circle.

He raised his hands, the dagger gleaming in the dim light, and began to chant the incantation. The words were ancient, spoken in a language that had not been heard in millennia.

As the ritual progressed, the room began to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, the walls pulsing as if alive.

Outside, the white mist that surrounded the Vacation Paradise Island began to churn and swirl, reacting to the dark power that Maverick was calling forth.

The island itself seemed to tremble in anticipation, as if the very land knew that something terrible was about to be unleashed.

Maverick’s chant grew louder, more fervent, as he poured his will into the ritual. He could feel the presence of the Outer Gods growing closer, their power seeping into the realm, drawn by his invocation.

The air crackled with dark energy, and the shadows in the room grew deeper, more menacing.

And then, just as the ritual reached its climax, Maverick spoke the final words of the incantation. The room was plunged into darkness as a tear in reality itself began to form above the ritual circle.

From within that tear, the power of the Outer Gods began to flow, filling the room with a presence so overwhelming that even Maverick, for a brief moment, felt a twinge of fear.

But that fear was quickly replaced by triumph. He had done it. He had summoned the power of the Outer Gods, and now that power was his to command.

Ayame and her team might have thought they had won, but they had only succeeded in pushing Maverick to embrace an even darker and more dangerous path.

And when they returned to face him again, they would find that the battle they thought was over had only just begun.

…

As Ayame and her team regrouped in the Windesburg Hotel, the atmosphere was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

They had achieved something monumental—defeating Maverick Windesburg and uncovering the secrets of the hotel. The sense of relief was palpable, yet Ayame couldn’t shake a nagging feeling deep within her.

As they began to deal with the aftermath—freeing the souls trapped within the hotel and establishing control over the staff—Ayame found herself pausing.

The oppressive atmosphere that had filled the hotel was gone, but something else was creeping into its place. A sense of unease settled over her, a whisper in the back of her mind that something wasn’t right.

She glanced around at her teammates, who were busy securing their new base of operations. They seemed oblivious to the growing tension that was gnawing at her insides.

Ayame’s intuition had always been strong, and now it was screaming at her that something terrible was about to happen.