God-Level Game Developer System: I Brought In-Game Items To Real World - Chapter 304

Chapter 304: Maverick’s Epilogue
This was Maverick’s final gambit—a last resort he had prepared thousands of years ago, hidden deep within the island, waiting for a moment of ultimate desperation.

Maverick’s eyes glowed with a malevolent light as the dark mana infused his body, swelling his power to unimaginable levels.

He knew this forbidden magic came at a terrible cost: self-destruction.

But he was determined to take Ayame and her team with him, even if it meant his own annihilation.

“This power… it’s enough to even injure a low-ranking Outer God!”

Maverick’s voice echoed with dark triumph as a sinister barrier formed around him, preventing anyone from interfering with his final act.

Ayame and her team watched in horror as the barrier solidified, knowing they had to stop him but unable to breach the powerful shield.

Illya lashed out with her tentacles, Kenshi struck with his Sword of Time, and Ayame tried to tag the barrier with her authority, but nothing could penetrate the dark magic that surrounded Maverick.

“This is bad,” Ayame muttered, desperation creeping into her voice. “We have to stop him!”

“We can’t get through that barrier!” JordanPlayz shouted, his voice filled with frustration.

Kuroneko tried to use his Shadow Authority to slip through the cracks, but even his powers were repelled.

The barrier was impenetrable, forged from the deepest and darkest of magics that Maverick had mastered over centuries.

Weiss, who had been watching from a distance, sighed and stepped forward.

He knew there was no other choice but to intervene. ‘It seems I’ll have to take care of this myself,’ Weiss thought, his expression serious as he prepared to act.

As Maverick’s self-destruction reached its peak, the dark energy within him grew unstable, ready to explode with the force of a cataclysm.

The air around him distorted, and the ground beneath their feet began to crack under the immense pressure.

Just as the explosion was about to be unleashed, Weiss appeared in front of Ayame and her team, his calm demeanor in stark contrast to the chaos around them.

Without a word, he raised his hand and extended it toward Maverick.

Weiss activated his Barrier Authority, creating an invisible cube around Maverick, containing him within a prison of unbreakable force.

The cube shimmered with a faint light, an unyielding boundary between the dark mage and the outside world.

The explosion of Maverick’s self-destruction detonated within the cube, the force of the blast so intense that it shook the very fabric of reality.

The ground beneath them trembled, and the sky above darkened as if the heavens themselves were reacting to the sheer magnitude of the blast.

But within the cube, the explosion was held back, unable to escape the confines of Weiss’s barrier.

The energy roiled and seethed within its prison, crashing against the walls of the cube with terrifying power.

Yet, despite the overwhelming force, Weiss stood firm, his Barrier Authority effortlessly containing the blast.

Ayame and her team watched in awe as the cube remained unshaken, its invisible walls absorbing the full brunt of Maverick’s self-destruction.

It was a display of power far beyond anything they had ever witnessed, a clear reminder of just how powerful Weiss truly was.

As the last echoes of the explosion faded away, the cube stood unscathed, containing the remnants of Maverick’s failed last stand.

Weiss lowered his hand, and the cube began to shrink, compressing the dark energy within until it was nothing more than a faint glow in the palm of his hand.

Weiss turned to Ayame and her team, a small, knowing smile on his face. “It’s over,” he said simply, his voice calm and reassuring. “He won’t trouble you anymore.”

Ayame and her team could only stare in amazement at the effortless way Weiss had handled the situation.

His power was on a whole other level, far beyond anything they could have imagined.

As the dust settled and Weiss confirmed Maverick’s defeat, the live stream chat exploded with excitement and congratulations.

[SonataOfDeath: FINALLY! That damn cockroach Maverick is dead!]

[ParkourMaster: They did it! Ayame and the team pulled through!]

[ILikeToLickToes: Weiss just casually cleaning up Maverick like he was nothing. The GOAT!]

[IceIceBaby15: This was epic! I can’t believe how intense that fight was!]

[Simp4Ayame: Ayame, you were amazing! Can’t wait to see what’s next!]

[JuDatAss: Maverick’s finally gone! Now let’s see what other mysteries this island holds.]

As the live stream viewers continued to pour in their praise and excitement, Ayame took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their victory. But she knew their journey wasn’t over yet.

“Even though we’ve finally killed Maverick,” Ayame began, her voice steady as she addressed her team, “we still have to complete the third main task. We need to uncover the mystery behind the white mist that surrounds Vacation Paradise Island.”

Weiss, standing nearby, nodded. “Indeed, that mist holds secrets that are far more dangerous than anything you’ve faced so far. And Maverick… well, he knew more about it than he let on.”

Ayame’s eyes widened as she connected the dots. “Maverick knew the mystery behind the white mist…”

Weiss smiled slightly, his expression one of quiet approval. “Exactly. You know what to do next.”

Ayame turned to her team, determination shining in her eyes. “Let’s finish this. We need to uncover the truth behind the mist and finally bring peace to this island.”

Ayame’s eyes narrowed as she considered their next move. “Maverick must have kept records of his experiments and the secrets of Vacation Paradise Island inside his thatched hut. We fought him close by, so it’s likely that everything we need is right there.”

The team exchanged glances and nodded in agreement. They knew this was their best shot at uncovering the truth behind the white mist.

Without wasting any more time, Ayame led the way toward the thatched hut, her steps determined and steady.

As they approached the hut, the air around them seemed to thicken with a sense of foreboding.

The thatched exterior was deceptively simple, belying the horrors and secrets it had likely housed for centuries.

Pushing open the creaky wooden door, they stepped inside.