God-Level Game Developer System: I Brought In-Game Items To Real World - Chapter 291

Chapter 291: Maverick’s New Form
GoldMiner shouted, turning one of the creatures into a solid gold statue, “Midas’ Gaze!”

The creature struggled momentarily, its body freezing as the golden hue spread across its form, before shattering into a thousand pieces.

Shirohige, playing a haunting melody on his Mystical Soul Piano, sent soundwaves rippling through the battlefield, disorienting the monsters and giving his teammates the upper hand.

The music disrupted the monsters’ coordination, causing them to hesitate and move sluggishly, their senses overwhelmed by the eerie, dissonant notes.

Despite their grotesque appearance and terrifying power, the monsters were no match for Ayame and her team.

The battle raged on, each member of the team showcasing their improved skills and powers, honed over the past two months.

But as the last of the creatures fell, Ayame couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her gut.

She looked out over the twisted landscape of the island, her thoughts turning to the powerful force that had corrupted it.

‘Maverick is coming,’ she realized, her heart sinking with the weight of that knowledge.

Weiss, standing silently beside her, could sense her unease. He didn’t need to say anything; they both knew what was coming. ‘Maverick is not just coming,’ Weiss thought, a grim smile forming on his lips. ‘He’s coming with the outer god’s power.’

The ground beneath them trembled slightly, as if in response to their thoughts, and in the distance, the ominous mist seemed to pulse with a malevolent life of its own.

They had defeated the monsters, but the true battle was yet to come. Maverick Windesburg, now more powerful than ever, was on his way.

The final confrontation was inevitable, and it would determine the fate of the Vacation Paradise Island—and possibly even more.

As the team regrouped, preparing for the next wave of enemies, Ayame took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. “We’ve come too far to turn back now,” she said, her voice firm. “No matter what happens, we face this together.”

Her team nodded, their resolve unshaken, even as the twisted landscape around them seemed to close in, a dark prelude to the final battle that awaited them.

…

Ayame and her team stood amidst the remnants of their recent battle, catching their breath as the twisted landscape around them continued to pulse with malevolent energy.

The silence that followed the fight was eerie, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded. But it was a silence that didn’t last long.

From the dense mist, a figure began to materialize, slowly taking shape as it approached them. The air grew colder, and the oppressive weight of dark energy bore down on them, making it hard to breathe.

Ayame’s eyes narrowed as she recognized the figure stepping out of the shadows—Maverick Windesburg.

Maverick’s presence was overwhelming, far more intense than the last time they had faced him. His appearance was both familiar and disturbingly different.

He still wore the dark, tattered robes of a mage, his eyes glowing with a sinister light. But his form seemed to ripple and distort, as if barely containing the power now surging through him.

His once neatly groomed hair now floated unnaturally around his head, as though affected by some unseen force, and his hands crackled with dark energy. There was an unsettling aura about him, a mixture of human and something far more alien.

“So, we meet again,” Maverick said, his voice echoing with a resonance that sent chills down their spines. “I must commend you for making it this far. But you should know by now—this is the end of the line for you.”

Ayame tightened her grip on her gauntlet, her eyes locking onto Maverick’s. “We’ll see about that,” she replied, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides.

Without warning, Maverick launched a barrage of dark energy at them.

Ayame and her team scattered, each member springing into action with the precision of a well-rehearsed strategy.

Kenshi was the first to engage, his Sword of Time slicing through the air as he charged at Maverick.

The two clashed in a flurry of strikes, Kenshi’s blade cutting through the dark energy that surrounded Maverick.

For a moment, it seemed they were evenly matched, with Kenshi’s skill and the power of his Sword Authority holding their ground.

Kuroneko, not far behind, summoned the full might of his Shadow Authority, enveloping the battlefield in a realm of darkness.

“Dark Magic: Abyssal Chains!” he shouted, launching tendrils of shadow toward Maverick, attempting to bind him in place.

Maverick merely smirked and waved his hand, the shadows dissipating before they could reach him. “You’re wasting your time,” he sneered, effortlessly deflecting the attacks with a flick of his wrist.

Bianca and GoldMiner joined the fray, with Bianca using her Exchange Authority to swap places with Maverick, disorienting him momentarily, while GoldMiner unleashed a wave of golden spikes from the ground, aiming to impale their foe.

Maverick deftly avoided the attacks, his movements fluid and inhuman. “Is that all you’ve got?” he taunted, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

Despite their best efforts, Ayame and her team found themselves on the defensive. Maverick’s power was overwhelming, and it quickly became clear that he was barely exerting himself.

Ayame, determined not to give in, used her Tag Authority, slipping into her incorporeal form as she tried to close the distance.

She moved with the speed of a ghost, reaching out to tag Maverick, but just as she was about to touch him, Maverick’s expression twisted into a cruel smile.

“You really think I’ve been fighting seriously?” Maverick’s voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried a weight that froze Ayame in her tracks. “Let me show you what true power looks like.”

Without warning, Maverick’s body began to distort grotesquely. His limbs elongated unnaturally, and his torso twisted in ways that defied the laws of nature.

Dark energy swirled around him, and from his body erupted countless writhing tentacles, each one pulsating with the corrupt power of the Outer God.

Though he retained a semblance of his human form, the monstrous transformation was undeniable. Maverick had become something far more terrifying—a being that was both man and eldritch horror.

The sheer presence of Maverick’s new form was enough to send waves of mental pollution crashing into Ayame and her team.

Their minds reeled under the assault, as visions of madness and despair clawed at their sanity.

But Shirohige began to play a powerful, resonant melody on his Mystical Soul Piano. The notes cut through the oppressive air like a beacon of hope, countering the mental pollution and restoring clarity to the team.

“Focus!” Shirohige urged, his fingers moving deftly across the keys. “We can’t let him overwhelm us!”