Solo Leveling: I Am The Only Supreme With the Cheating System

The air in the desolate, ash-choked realm crackled with raw power. Typhon, now raging in fury, stood before the obsidian mountain, his fists a blur against its unyielding surface.

BAM!! BAM!! BAM!!

Each blow landed with the force of a collapsing star, yet the mountain, ancient and steeped in primordial magic, stubbornly refused to yield.

Behind him, Gaea, her eyes the color of fertile earth, were raised in confusion. To her sides stood; Poseidon, his sea-green eyes narrowed in grim determination, he gripped his trident, the prongs humming with oceanic power.

Hades, cloaked in shadows that seemed to writhe with unseen energy, held his black sword, its edge whispering of oblivion, they stood silently and watched Typhon.

Their attention, however, was abruptly torn away by the arrival of two figures who materialized behind them with a silent impact that spoke volumes of their lethal grace.

Charon, the gaunt ferryman of the Underworld, his eyes like cold embers, held his oar, a symbol of his grim duty and a surprisingly potent weapon in the right hands. Beside him stood Campe, the monstrous jailer, and guardian of Tartarus, her serpentine lower body coiled and ready, her multiple bestial heads hissing with barely suppressed rage.

"What are you doing?!"

Charon's voice, raspy as dry bones, cut through the atmosphere.

***What did it look like?***

Poseidon retorted, his voice a low rumble that promised a storm. He hefted his trident, the polished metal reflecting the ominous sky.

"You! We won't let you destroy the Mountain and free the titans!" Campe shrieked, her voice overlapping in a cacophony of fury. As her words echoed, the sky behind them darkened. From the inky expanse, a terrifying legion emerged – hundreds of thousands of Abyssal Archangels.

Their eyes burned with a malevolent light, their black, feathery wings beat in unison, creating a chilling wind. They descended like a storm of shadows, their weapons glinting as they streaked towards the black mountain.

***You can't stop us!***

Hades declared, his grip tightening on his sword. He moved forward, his gaze unwavering as he faced the overwhelming force.

****No need!****

Typhon grunted, his focus solely on the mountain. He unleashed another earth-shattering punch, and the mountain groaned, the network of cracks spider-webbing across its surface intensifying.

****This... Why can't I easily destroy the mountain?**** He muttered, a flicker of frustration crossing his brutish features. Louder, he commanded.

****Attack... Don't disturb me.**** His jaw clenched, and he poured more of his immense power into his assault.

"Stop him... Attack!" Campe's command was a raw, desperate cry. The abyssal army surged forward, a tide of dark wings and lethal intent. She and Charon, their initial shock giving way to action, drew their own formidable weapons and advanced to meet the onslaught.

***Hold them back.***

Gaea's voice, though calm, resonated with undeniable power.

Hades and Poseidon exchanged a brief, determined look and lunged into the fray, their divine might colliding with the abyssal horde. The barren land became a maelstrom of clashing weapons, dark feathers, and divine energy.

Gaea, with a subtle gesture, conjured a shimmering barrier of earth and raw magic before herself and Typhon.

BAM!

The first wave of archangels slammed into the protective shield, their weapons sparking against its surface. The barrier shuddered but held, a testament to Gaea's power.

****I'll have to go all out.****

Typhon roared, his two fists glowing with an inner, incandescent light. In a blinding display of speed and power, he unleashed a relentless barrage, more than a thousand punches slamming into the mountain in less than five seconds. He didn't falter, his primal need to shatter the prison driving him onward.

CRACK!

The fissures on the mountain's surface widened, branching out like the roots of some monstrous, petrified tree.

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[Titans' Prison.]

[Barren Land.]

In the vast expanse of black soil, under a sky perpetually bruised with twilight, stood a solitary, imposing castle forged from the same obsidian-like material as the prison mountain.

An owl, its plumage the color of midnight, perched silently on one of the colossal black gates. Beside it stood a man, his features sharp and intelligent, his gaze often directed towards the green Land in the distance. This was Coeus, a Titan of intellect and foresight.

CRACK!!!

Coeus and the owl, lifted their heads in unison. Their eyes widened in surprise as a crack appeared on the sky, right above them.

With each passing moment, the cracks multiplied and spread, like a wound opening on the very fabric of their confinement.

****This?! He did it!****

Coeus muttered, a note of surprised awe in his voice. He had long anticipated this moment, the potential for their release, but the sheer force of the assault was unexpected.

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Deep within the castle, in a vast hall where dust lay thick upon forgotten grandeur, a figure sat motionless on a massive throne carved from shadowstuff. He was Lepetus, a Titan of immense power and strategic mind, and the king of the Titans imprisoned. For eons, he had remained still, a silent testament to their captivity. But now, as the tremors from the sky reached the deep chambers, his eyes snapped open, burning with a long-dormant fire.

In the echoing hall, five other figures, lesser Titans who served Lepetus, rose to their feet, their faces etched with a mixture of surprise and burgeoning hope.

****My King!****

Mnemosyne, the Titaness of memory, turned towards the throne, her usually serene face alight with relief.

*****We have been trapped in here for far too long... Time to set ourselves free.***** Lepetus's voice, deep and resonant, filled the hall, carrying the weight of millennia of confinement.

The five Titans moved back respectfully as Lepetus finally stirred. A pillar of dark, ominous energy erupted from him, instantly clearing the dust that had clung to him for ages, revealing the sharp lines of his powerful physique and the intensity of his gaze. The raw force of his awakening shattered the castle's roof, sending shards of black rock cascading downwards. The fearsome energy continued its ascent, slamming into the cracked ceiling of their prison.

BAM!!!