God-Level Game Developer System: I Brought In-Game Items To Real World - Chapter 296

Chapter 296: Final Battle Against Maverick Windesburg [1]
Weiss stepped forward, his expression calming but firm. “Listen, all of you. You’re not the same team you were two months ago. You’ve grown stronger—much stronger. And remember, Maverick Windesburg was only that powerful because he was channeling the power of the Outer Gods.”

“But here’s the crucial point: his Second Life Authority won’t bring back his peak state. He’ll be resurrected, yes, but without the Outer God’s power.”

The team looked at Weiss, their anxiety beginning to ease as his words sank in.

“So you’re saying,” Ayame began, piecing it together, “that when Maverick comes back, he’ll be like he was during our first encounter? No Outer God powers, just his original strength?”

Weiss nodded. “Exactly. Without the Outer God’s influence, Maverick is no longer the unstoppable force he seemed to be. And in your current state, you can handle him.”

“You’ve already defeated him once, and this time, you’re even stronger. If it comes to it, you can use the Purification Light Orb again to weaken him further.”

Ayame let out a sigh of relief, the tension visibly leaving her shoulders. “If it’s the Maverick Windesburg from our first fight, then he’s not much of a threat. We’ll be ready for him this time.”

The rest of the team nodded in agreement, their spirits lifting as they realized the situation wasn’t as dire as they had initially feared.

…

In the dim light of the moon, a thatched hut stood alone, surrounded by an eerie silence. The hut, though simple and unassuming on the outside, held a dark secret within.

Its interior was far larger than its exterior suggested, filled with dark magic scrolls, arcane symbols etched into the walls, and various apparatuses for sinister experiments.

Specimens of twisted, grotesque creatures were suspended in glass containers, remnants of Maverick Windesburg’s unholy experiments.

Suddenly, the oppressive stillness was broken as a dark, swirling energy began to gather in the center of the hut.

The air crackled with malevolent power, and with a burst of dark light, Maverick Windesburg reappeared, resurrected by his Second Life Authority.

His body, though restored, was noticeably weaker than before, devoid of the terrifying Outer God power he had wielded just moments ago.

Maverick’s eyes, once filled with the madness of a would-be god, now burned with rage and resentment. He clenched his fists, his knuckles white with fury.

“Those damned brats!” Maverick spat, his voice a venomous snarl. “They must have summoned the Wall of Fleece… I know it was them! They dared to defy me, to turn the power of the Sheep God against me! They will pay for this. I’ll make sure of it!”

Maverick’s eyes glowed with dark energy as he paced the hut, his mind racing. He knew about the guide’s existence and the legend of the Sheep God.

He had long been aware of the possibility that the Wall of Fleece could be summoned, but he had never anticipated that Ayame and her team would uncover the ritual needed to do so.

His frustration mounted as he realized how close he had come to achieving godhood, only to be thwarted by a group of upstarts.

But Maverick was nothing if not resourceful. He knew that his enemies would not rest until they had finished what they started. His thoughts turned to revenge, and he began preparing for the inevitable confrontation.

As he gathered his strength, dark magic coursed through his veins, though it was far less potent than before. His mind, however, remained sharp, filled with cunning plans to outmaneuver his enemies.

Just as he was contemplating his next move, Maverick felt a familiar presence approaching his hut.

His lips curled into a sneer. “So, they’ve come to finish the job, have they? Let them come. I’ll show them that I’m not so easily defeated.”

Outside the hut, Ayame and her team arrived, the tension palpable in the air. They knew they were walking into a trap, but they had no choice. This was the final confrontation, the moment they had been preparing for.

As they approached the entrance, Ayame’s eyes narrowed, sensing the malice radiating from within.

Stepping into the dimly lit hut, Ayame and her team were met with the sight of Maverick standing in the center, his gaze fixed on them with a mixture of hatred and dark amusement.

“So,” Maverick began, his voice dripping with disdain, “you’ve come to face me again. I commend your persistence, but it will be your undoing. You got lucky with that little trick of yours, summoning the Wall of Fleece. But this time, you won’t have such an easy escape.”

Ayame stepped forward, her eyes cold and determined. “You’re right, Maverick. We’re here to end this once and for all. You’ve caused enough suffering, and it’s time to pay for what you’ve done.”

Maverick chuckled darkly, his gaze sweeping over the group. “Bold words from a bunch of children playing hero. You may have weakened me, but I’m far from defeated. Let’s see if you have what it takes to finish the job.”

The verbal confrontation hung heavy in the air, each side sizing up the other, aware that this battle would determine the fate of Vacation Paradise Island.

Without another word, the tension snapped, and the room exploded into action.

The battle between Ayame’s team and Maverick Windesburg erupted with a violent clash of powers.

This time, Ayame and her team were more than just prepared—they were determined and battle-hardened from their previous encounters and the two months of relentless training.

Each member of the team moved with purpose, their abilities seamlessly intertwining to form a formidable force against the dark mage.

Maverick stood in the center of his thatched hut, his eyes narrowing as he unleashed a torrent of dark magic.

The air around him crackled with malevolent energy. “You think you’ve gotten stronger? Foolish children,” Maverick sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “You’re nothing but insects to me.”

Ayame, leading the charge, activated her Tag Authority, her hand glowing with ethereal energy as she dashed toward Maverick. “We’ll see about that!” she shouted, determination blazing in her eyes.