Before everyone’s cautious gazes, Stark lifted his arm, an explosive aura emerging from his body.
"Heaven’s Spear," he whispered, pointing at the sky, "Angel of the Spear, come to my rescue."
A rift tore through the sky, turning it into a golden color, and from it emerged a giant figure.
Stark’s arm stayed raised, the massive angelic figure above him radiating an overwhelming aura.
Its form towered over the battlefield, its colossal spear resting easily in one hand.
[What do you wish for me to do, master?]
The angel spoke, his voice loud and thunderous as he had the spear in hand, ready to throw it.
"If I ever say the word ’GO’, then launch it, and if they try to attack me, throw it as well," he instructed, and the angel nodded.
All of the participants now knew they couldn’t act out.
Even if they killed Stark in one blow, the angel would still throw the spear, and there was no saying whether any of their barriers could block it.
"I’ll inform you of three things," he raised of his fingers while pointing at monsters and participants.
But before he could continue what he was about to say, a panel appeared in front of him.
[To make it fair, we’ll inform you that "Follower" has the "Skill Canceller" item, meaning he can cancel your "Heaven’s Spear" if he uses it.]
Stark made sure to keep his expression neutral, but turned his pupils toward Follower, who seemed like he wanted to grab the [Skill Canceller] from his system inventory.
"!!!" Stark knew this was bad, and he hadn’t expected anything like that.
But now that he did know, he wasn’t about to let it slide.
"Clone Frenzy," he whispered, a singular clone, the only one he could summon because of the cooldown, appearing.
Then he whispered a single instruction to it: use [Crimson Ball Transmission] to do what needs to be done.
The clone nodded, throwing the crimson ball, and setting it right behind Follower.
’Now wait.’
The clone kneeled down, it’s crimson body waiting for the opportunity it sought.
"Back to what I was saying," Stark repeated, "I’ll inform you of three things."
"First of all, the angel above me can’t miss his shot, no matter, so don’t even think of escaping to somewhere else," as a proof, he displayed the status panels for the [Heaven’s Spear] perk.
[Heaven’s Spear (Ultimate Form): : Upon activation, a colossal rift tears open in the sky, revealing a towering angelic figure, nearly 50 kilometers in height. With a slow, deliberate motion, the angel summons an immense spear of pure crimson energy, large enough to obliterate mountains with ease.]
Everyone gulped as they saw it, and even the people outside the trial could feel the sheer aura of that thing.
That kid was fucking crazy!
"And what about your two girlfriends? You’re gonna let them die?"
"Yeah," Stark shrugged, pushing the bluff to its max, "I don’t care about them that much, all dying together is beautiful, isn’t it?"
Of course, everything Stark was saying was pure bluff: he had his [Chosen One] talent perk to revive him, while Lilith and Sora had the [Protection Amulet].
That is the reason why he stopped her from using it when faced with the [Celestial Annihilation].
But it was to push the bluff to its limit that Stark had to say all of that, and best of all: they believed him.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?!" Lilith shouted.
"...Believe in him," but Sora quieted her down, knowing that Stark wouldn’t sacrifice them.
In the outside world, everyone was going ballistic.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"
"THAT GUY’S INSANE?!"
"Suicide annihilation, heh?"
Even Sora’s family, and specifically her father, was going crazy from rage.
"T-This kid," he couldn’t even fathom how his daughter could meet someone so bad, "FUCK!"
To the world, and even those inside the trial, Stark looked more monstrous than ever the monsters themselves.
Stark’s family was the same, terrified and shocked.
Just what the hell could have happened during those 1.5 years that made Stark so powerful, and that pushed him to have such a mindset?
Killing them all was alright if you had a backup plan to survive.
And even killing yourself would be brave if it meant your loved ones could survive.
But at the end of the day your plan is just to: kill everyone, including you and the girls you were with, then it’s just pure insanity.
That’s not brave, nor heroic, it’s just... evil.
And worst of all, every screen showed Stark’s figure, taken completely over by his crimson aura, only his mouth and eyes visible because of the white trail.
He was completely serious.
"Well then," he spoke, smiling, "What’s your choice," he bowed, mocking the Mayor, "It doesn’t matter to me."
The world waited for the other’s answer.
Because no matter what they answered, then something crazy would happen.