I Own EVERY Class in This World: Life Set to HELL Mode! - Chapter 323

Chapter 323: Cooldown Gem Saved the Day, Stark’s Threats
The square had become a tense battleground, with Stark and Sora pinned against the wall, surrounded by the other trial participants.

Everyone was inching closer, ready to strike. Stark, however, stood completely calm, his gaze locked onto the sky.

The smile that had just spread across his face sent a wave of unease rippling through the crowd.

“What’s so funny, Chosen?” CEO asked, his voice low and cold, as if he had already won this battle.

Stark didn’t respond immediately.

Instead, he simply raised his hand, pointing directly at the sky.

His smile widened, and before anyone could react, his voice rang out, calm and composed, yet filled with an undeniable threat.

“[Heaven’s Spear],” he whispered.

The moment those words left his mouth, the atmosphere shifted.

“Did he just say Heaven’s Spear-”

A loud crack echoed through the sky as a massive tear split open the heavens above them.

The sound was deafening, like the earth itself was groaning in protest.

Everyone froze, eyes snapping upward in fear and disbelief.

“NOT AGAIN?!”

“WHAT?”

From the rift in the sky, a figure emerged—an angelic being, nearly 50 kilometers tall, towering over everything.

Its wings were vast, stretching across the horizon, casting a dark shadow over the entire city.

The angel’s presence alone was enough to paralyze them all.

In its hands, the being summoned a colossal spear of pure crimson energy, glowing ominously.

The spear’s tip crackled with power, as if ready to obliterate anything in its path.

The participants who had been advancing just moments ago stopped dead in their tracks, their faces drained of color.

Everyone knew what this meant.

Stark had used this ability before, at the very beginning of the trial, to destroy one of the Crimson Moons trio.

And now, that same unstoppable force was aimed directly at them.

“Shit…!” Shock muttered, electricity still crackling across his skin, but his confidence visibly crumbling.

Kai Algren, the Artist, stopped drawing, his invisible brushes frozen in midair.

Even the ever-bored artist couldn’t hide the flicker of fear in his eyes.

Claire and Dave, the two combat experts, exchanged glances.

Dave’s grip tightened around his sword, but neither of them moved an inch.

They knew better.

“I’ll make this simple,” Stark began, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. “If any of you come near Sora or me, that spear comes down. And we all know what happens if it hits.”

There was no need for further explanation.

The crimson spear in the angel’s hands was so massive, so overwhelming, that it was clear to everyone that even a single strike would result in instant death.

No skill, no defense could withstand that level of destruction.

It was the ultimate form of Stark’s ability—[Crimson Spears].

He didn’t need to boast or scream. The power spoke for itself.

For a moment, the square was dead silent.

Everyone stood frozen, processing what had just happened.

Some were thinking about their next move, while others, like Follower, were trembling with unhinged excitement.

Even in the face of such overwhelming power, the priest looked as though he wanted to test his luck.

“This is insane…” Claire muttered under her breath. “We’re just supposed to give up?”

“You fucking liar,” Dave pointed at CEO, “You said that he can only use it once every 2 weeks!”

“That is… supposed to be the case, though,” CEO raised his eyebrows.

His eyes darted between the angel and Stark, calculating his odds.

But no matter how sharp his business mind was, no amount of strategizing could get around the fact that the angel could obliterate them all in an instant.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Shock hissed, his fists clenched tightly. “We just let you two sit back and watch while we do all the dirty work?”

Stark’s smile didn’t waver, “That’s exactly what you’re going to do. Or you can take your chances.”

Sora, standing beside Stark, finally relaxed.

Her emotionless eyes now carried a sense of relief.

Stark had just flipped the entire situation on its head with a single move.

She didn’t need to say anything or ask how; her trust in him was absolute.

“You can’t expect us to just—” CEO started, but before he could finish, Stark’s gaze sharpened.

The angel above shifted slightly, lifting the colossal spear a few more inches as if ready to strike.

“Care to try?” Stark asked, his tone casual but with a deadly edge, “Step closer. Just one step closer, and I’ll release it.”

The sheer size and power of the spear were overwhelming.

No one dared to test his resolve. It wasn’t a bluff, and they all knew it.

If what CEO said was right before, then even if Stark’s HP reached 0, he would be brought back to full health, meaning he had nothing to lose in releasing it.

He would be hit too, but in the end he would be fine, basically.

Tension hung in the air like a thick fog, the participants locked in place, weighing their options.

If they fought Stark, they would die. It was that simple.

“We need two more sacrifices to open the gate,” Dave finally said, breaking the silence, his voice tense. “If we don’t do something, we’ll be stuck here forever.”

“Then decide amongst yourselves,” Stark replied, his voice still calm. “But remember, if you try anything with me or Sora, you won’t live long enough to regret it.”

For several long moments, no one moved.

Then, in a quick flash of motion, Follower lunged toward one of the twins—Mio.

SLASH!

His sword, still glowing from his earlier kill, slashed across Mio’s throat before anyone could react.

[Perk of the ‘Godless Demon’ activated]

SLASH!

-2,482,958!

“YESSS!” Follower laughed.

Blood sprayed into the air, and Mio collapsed to the ground, her lifeless body hitting the stone with a dull thud.

“MIO!” Mao screamed, running to her sister’s side, but it was too late. Mio was gone.

[2/3]

The system message flashed in front of everyone’s eyes. One more.

“One more,” Follower cackled, his eyes wild with bloodlust. “Just one more, and we’re free!”

Rightlef, one of CEO’s goons, looked visibly shaken, backing away slowly from the chaos.

He had followed orders without question up until now, but this—this was madness.

He turned to CEO, as if waiting for an order or reassurance, but CEO’s eyes had gone cold.

“Sorry, Rightlef,” CEO muttered, a deadly calm in his voice. “You’re the weakest link.”

Before Rightlef could even process what was happening, CEO’s hand shot out.

A thin beam of energy, almost too fast to see, pierced through Rightlef’s chest.

His eyes widened in shock as he crumpled to the ground.

[3/3]

Ding!

The crimson text above the gate shifted once again.

[Gate Opened.]

[Mio and Righlef have been eliminated, 12 participants remain.]

The massive gate slowly began to creak open, the grinding of metal against stone echoing across the square.

The path into Termina lay ahead of them now, dark and foreboding.

Stark lowered his hand, and with it, the angel began to fade, the rift in the sky closing slowly.

The colossal spear vanished, leaving only an eerie silence in its wake.

He didn’t use the perk, meaning that it was still available.

For a moment, no one moved.

Everyone was still processing what had just happened.

“Now, if you’re smart,” Stark said, turning away from the group, “you’ll go through the gate and stay the hell out of our way.”

The participants glanced at each other, still unsure, but none of them dared make a move against Stark or Sora.

They had seen firsthand what Stark was capable of, and none of them wanted to be on the receiving end of [Heaven’s Spear].

With the gate now open, one by one, the group began to move forward.

Shock was the first to step through, followed by Dave and Claire, then Artist and Clever.

Each of them cast wary glances at Stark and Sora, but none of them dared speak a word.

CEO was the last to go, but not before meeting Stark’s eyes one final time.

“This isn’t over,” CEO said, his voice low and dangerous.

Stark just smiled. “We’ll see about that.”

With that, CEO turned and walked through the gate, disappearing into the city beyond alongside Partner.

As the last of the participants vanished into Termina, Stark finally let out a small sigh of relief.

Sora, beside him, let out an extremely small smile, knowing that—for now—they were safe.

“Well,” Stark said, glancing at Sora. “That was fun.”

And with that, they turned toward the gate, walking into the unknown.