God-Level Game Developer System: I Brought In-Game Items To Real World - Chapter 295

Chapter 295: Wall Of Fleece Destroyed Maverick Windesburg
With his power now reaching the level of an Outer God, Maverick unleashed his full might against the Wall of Fleece.

He struck the divine barrier with such ferocity that, for the first time, it showed signs of damage. A dent appeared in the wall, and sheep fleece scattered into the air, scraped from its surface by Maverick’s assault.

However, the scattered fleece did not simply dissipate. Instead, it floated towards Maverick, drawn to him as if by some unseen force.

The moment the fleece latched onto his grotesque form, Maverick let out an inhuman scream—a sound that no longer bore any resemblance to the voice of a man.

The fleece began to absorb and seal his power as an Outer God, a process that triggered a primal survival instinct deep within him.

Driven by desperation, Maverick became even more rampant. He activated his Time Authority, stopping time itself in an attempt to halt the relentless advance of the sheep fleece.

For a brief moment, the floating fleece was suspended in the air, seemingly frozen. But this reprieve was only temporary, as the fleece soon resumed its inexorable march toward him.

The more Maverick attacked and damaged the Wall of Fleece, the more sheep fleece materialized and moved to bind him.

His once-gargantuan form, now covered in layers of fleece, began to shrink as the divine material worked to seal away his newfound godhood.

Each strike he made against the wall only summoned more fleece, which in turn absorbed more of his power.

Maverick’s attacks grew increasingly frantic as the fleece continued to cover him. He attempted to fly upward, desperate to escape the walls that surrounded him.

But the Wall of Fleece’s height was immeasurable, stretching into infinity above him.

No matter how high he flew, he remained trapped, unable to escape the divine enclosure.

As the fleece wrapped tighter around him, Maverick’s once-massive form began to diminish. His body, now nearly unrecognizable, was compressed under the relentless pressure of the fleece.

The walls of the enclosure closed in further, the divine barrier pushing inward with crushing force.

Finally, with a final, ear-piercing scream that echoed across the entire island, Maverick was squashed like a pancake, his body and soul completely overwhelmed by the power of the Wall of Fleece.

The divine barrier had fulfilled its purpose, neutralizing the threat of Maverick Windesburg even after he had ascended to godhood.

Once the deed was done, the Wall of Fleece slowly began to dissolve, its purpose complete.

As the walls faded away, the island was left in an eerie silence, the oppressive atmosphere that had hung over it for so long now dissipating.

The battle was over. Maverick Windesburg, the once-feared dark mage who had sought the power of the Outer Gods, had been defeated by a force beyond even his understanding.

Ayame and her team stood amidst the remnants of the battlefield, the oppressive energy that had once threatened to consume them now dissipating into the air.

There was a collective sigh of relief as they realized the battle was finally over. Smiles broke out among them as they exchanged glances, the weight of their victory sinking in.

They had faced Maverick Windesburg at his most powerful and had emerged victorious.

“We did it!” Bianca exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement as she embraced Ayame. “We really did it!”

The rest of the team joined in the celebration, their voices rising in cheers. Even Illya, who had been more somber throughout the ordeal, allowed herself a small smile as she looked at the remnants of her grandfather’s defeat.

The live stream chat was exploding with messages, congratulating Ayame and her team for their hard-fought victory.

[SonataOfDeath: They actually did it! Maverick is done for!]

[ParkourMaster: That was the most insane battle I’ve ever seen! They totally crushed it!]

[Simp4Ayame: Ayame, you’re amazing! The whole team is legendary!]

[ModernGuy: This is the best stream ever! I can’t believe they actually won!]

[OrangeOrange: They made it look easy at the end, but that was intense!]

As the congratulations poured in, one of the live stream viewers noticed something unusual.

[ZackSellingEye: Wait… Why isn’t Weiss celebrating? He looks so serious.]

Ayame, who had been caught up in the excitement, suddenly noticed Weiss standing a bit apart from the group, his expression solemn as he gazed in a specific direction. The stark contrast between his demeanor and the team’s jubilant mood was hard to miss.

“Weiss,” Ayame called out, her voice tinged with concern. “What’s wrong? We won, didn’t we?”

Weiss sighed deeply, his gaze shifting from the distant horizon back to the team. The weight of what he was about to say was evident in his eyes. “Yes, you defeated Maverick,” he began, “but like two months ago, you haven’t truly killed him.”

The team fell silent, the reality of Weiss’s words sinking in. The celebration was abruptly cut short as they processed the implication.

Weiss continued, his voice grave. “It’s because of Maverick’s Second Life Authority. It allows him to respawn every hour after death. Right now, we’ve only bought ourselves some time. Unless he’s killed again within the next hour, he’ll return at full strength.”

The team’s expressions darkened as they realized the battle was far from over. Maverick Windesburg wasn’t just a defeated foe—he was still a looming threat, one that would return if they didn’t act quickly.

Kuroneko let out an exasperated sigh, his frustration evident as he ran a hand through his dark hair. “We already sacrificed the guide to the Sheep God, and now we don’t have any more guides to offer. That means we can’t summon the Wall of Fleece again.”

“What are we supposed to do if Maverick comes back?”

Ayame and her team shared uneasy glances, their earlier confidence shaken.

“Yeah,” Bianca added, her voice tinged with concern. “Without the Wall of Fleece, I’m not sure we can handle Maverick if he comes back stronger.”

Illya voiced what they were all thinking. “We barely survived the last fight. If Maverick returns with that kind of power, I don’t think we can beat him.”