God-Level Game Developer System: I Brought In-Game Items To Real World - Chapter 294

Chapter 294: Maverick Windesburg Becomes An Outer God!
The thick, oppressive mist lifted, replaced by a purer, clearer air. The trees, once twisted and blackened, returned to their natural state.

The ground, previously soaked with dark mana, became fertile and green once more.

Maverick roared in defiance, his monstrous form writhing as he threw everything he had at the wall. But no matter how much power he unleashed, the Wall of Fleece remained unaffected, its divine purpose unwavering.

The Wall of Fleece continued its advance, the shimmering barrier drawing ever closer to Maverick. Ayame and her team could see the strain on Maverick’s face as he realized that his attacks were futile.

The wall was relentless, a divine force that could not be stopped by mere mortal power, no matter how amplified by the Outer Gods.

Maverick struggled once more, desperation etched across his distorted features.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his grotesque form as he activated his Time Authority. The world around him came to a halt, frozen in an instant.

The air stilled, the earth ceased its trembling, and even the flickering shadows paused mid-movement.

But despite his mastery over time, the Wall of Fleece moved as usual, unhindered by Maverick’s time stop. It continued its relentless approach, its divine energy impervious to his temporal manipulation.

A flicker of panic crossed Maverick’s face as he realized that time itself was no match for this ancient power.

Refusing to yield, he pushed his Time Authority further, creating several clones of himself—each a perfect copy, brimming with his dark power.

In unison, they attacked the Wall of Fleece, pouring all their might into a coordinated assault. But their combined efforts didn’t even put a dent in the wall.

The clones flickered and then vanished, leaving Maverick panting in exhaustion.

“To hell with it!” Maverick roared, his voice echoing across the island. “Even if I die, it’s only after I achieve the full power of an Outer God and taste what it’s like to be one!”

With a crazed determination, Maverick invoked his Dark Authority, creating a rift before him.

The portal that opened was a gateway to the dark dimension—a realm where the Outer Gods drew their unfathomable power.

Without hesitation, Maverick extended his writhing tentacles into the rift, tapping directly into the raw, chaotic energy of the dark dimension.

He began to absorb the power recklessly, regardless of the toll it took on his already strained body.

Maverick’s form started to swell with the immense energy he was drawing in.

If before he had been on the cusp of godhood, now he was attempting to shatter that threshold and ascend to true divinity, to become an Outer God himself. But even Maverick, in his hubris, knew this was a desperate, last resort.

The energy of the dark dimension was more than any mortal could handle, and his body began to twist and warp under the strain.

His skin bubbled and tore, revealing writhing masses of flesh and sinew. Eyes appeared and disappeared across his form, and mouths filled with jagged teeth opened in places where none should exist.

He became a nightmarish abomination, a being so grotesque and horrifying that even looking at him caused the minds of those around to recoil in horror.

Compared to Maverick, even Illya’s true form, which had once seemed monstrous, now appeared almost cute.

Maverick’s transformation was beyond the pale—he had become something indescribably ugly and repulsive, a creature that defied the very notion of sanity.

Just witnessing his new form caused intense mental pollution to Ayame and her team, forcing Shirohige to summon his Mystical Soul Piano and use his Music Authority to counteract the effects.

Maverick’s gigantified form towered over the landscape, his monstrous body still distorting and mutating as he absorbed more power than he could possibly control.

Ayame and her team watched in a mixture of horror and grim determination as the Wall of Fleece drew closer to them.

But they didn’t panic. Weiss had already explained that the wall would pass through anything not tainted by the Outer Gods’ influence.

When the Wall of Fleece reached them, it phased through their bodies, leaving them unscathed.

As it passed, they felt a wave of purification wash over them, cleansing their bodies and minds of the dark energy and mental pollution that had been clinging to them.

The oppressive weight of the Outer Gods’ influence was lifted, and Shirohige, sensing the change, stopped playing the piano.

The Wall of Fleece moved on, enclosing Maverick within its divine barrier. Separated from his enemies, Maverick’s abominable form writhed in frustration, but Ayame and her team were now free from the effects of his grotesque transformation.

Maverick’s form began to enlarge further, becoming even more grotesque with each passing moment. His body twisted and contorted, expanding into a nightmarish mass of limbs, eyes, and writhing tentacles.

The sheer magnitude of his transformation was horrifying, but fortunately, Ayame and her team were outside the area Maverick was confined within, protected by the Wall of Fleece.

If they had been within range of Maverick’s presence, they knew they would have suffered much more severe mental pollution—perhaps even death.

As Maverick’s power surged, it reached heights that defied comprehension.

Ayame and her team could only watch in awe and dread as they felt the overwhelming force emanating from him.

The intensity was such that they felt their very existence threatened, as if they might be annihilated just by being in the same world as Maverick.

Illya, observing the scene with a mix of resignation and sorrow, sighed and muttered, “That damn old fossil finally achieved his dream, but not in the way he envisioned.”

She knew that her grandfather had long sought to become an Outer God while retaining his sanity—a nearly impossible feat.

For an Outer God, maintaining sanity while embodying the very essence of madness was a paradoxical rarity. Only a select few among the Outer Gods had ever managed it, and they were the most feared and revered of their kind.

Maverick, it seemed, had failed in this crucial aspect.