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Now here was a second question.
At which stat points did most have before they levelled up?
If you answered anywhere close to the stats Bell Cranel had when he first levelled up, you would be wrong. Most people in fact levelled up, with only one stat reaching five hundred, and for most that would usually be agility or endurance.
Now, when it came to the likes of Caelan Odhar, who's strength stat broke three thousand before he levelled up, and his ability Typhon enhanced his base physique before the falna amplifications were taken into account-
His physical strength was in general more than six times that of the average adventurer who levelled up to level two. In fact, his strength was so great, it went far beyond the average level two upon levelling up, and was in the realm of Level Three's, if not that of Level Four's.
On top of that, thanks to his recent acquisition from the Goliath, his skin was so tough he barely even felt the impacts of his punches against the massive sturdy iron gate.
Which was why, it was such an impressive gate.
An awesome gate that was worthy of Caelan's attention and looking into who built such a thing so he could get one for himself.
But it was also why on his fourth punch-
The gate came clearly off the wall as the wall itself exploded in a rain of debris and the massive gate that weighed easily over a ton was sent soaring through the air backwards like a missile.
And slammed straight into a group Soma familia members and crushed them underneath its weight.
"I wonder if it was Goibnui who built it?" Caelan wondered aloud, fist still outstretched.
Shaking his head, Caelan lowered his fist and with Lili still riding atop his shoulders, he swaggered confidently into the area belonging to the Soma Familia, "Knock knock bitches," he greeted them as he did, taking note of the dozens upon dozens of people clad in armour and weapons in hand pouring out of well, everywhere, "Daddy's come to visit."
Now, Caelan would like to state in the privacy of his own mind. That, there was a reason to this three step plan of his. Especially the cavalier attitude he was approaching it with.
It was for Lili.
It was simply to show her how beneath him and her by proxy that this familia of trash really were. Right here, right now, he'd crush each and every single demon this familia had plagued upon his cute supporter, he'd crush every doubt, every worry regarding them she had.
Because that was just how he, a real villain done things.
"Who the hell are you?!"
"Arde, what the hell is going on you bitch!?"
"Bastard!"
Manic shouts of rage and anger poured atop them and he felt Lili tremble lightly upon his shoulders as the malice was directed fully at them. Yet, Caelan mostly tuned them out, he was more interested in looking at their eyes.
Not a single one of them didn't have it.
Glazed looks.
Bloodshot eyes.
Pinprick pupils.
Trembling limbs, scratch marks covering arms. Chipped lips. Yellowed teeth. The pungent scent of people too lazy to wash properly.
The looks of people that did not care about their health and only cared about one thing.
Getting their next fix.
It smelled like home.
He hated that.
"SHUT IT!" Caelan howled out, cutting them all off. And as he did, his voice echoed like that of a roaring lion drowning out all their voices and a blinding white shock wave erupted from his mouth, spreading out like a wave.
It smashed into them in the blink of an eye and multiple dozens of godly enhanced demi-gods in the making went flying like bowling pins.
The power of the Goliath was something else.
While not the most destructive of his abilities. The sheer range it could cover as it spread out and the ease of use, was something else. It was a simple, yet brutal power.
And effective.
Walls cratered as Somia Familia members smashed into them, windows smashes as people went straight through them, others slammed into each other with bone crunching force and fell to the ground in groaning heaps.
With just one single attack, more than a half of them were down for the count. Such was the sheer difference in power between him, the holder of the strongest skill and these junkie dregs that had no willpower to their name at all.
And that did it.
The devastation he wrought, cleared the glazed looks in their eyes and terror set in as the ones still standing, totalling over twenty people surrounded by the groaning, beaten heaps of their comrades realised just what kind of monster they had come to claim his pound of flesh.
"No….no fuck this!" the one at the front of the group, a large broad shouldered chienthrope threw his sword to the ground with a metallic clatter and turned on his heel to run.
His giving up was the trigger for the rest, and with screams and cries of terror they began to flee back towards the big castle like building they called home.
In return, the captain of the Hestia familia, moved.
"None of that now." Caelan was suddenly behind the fleeing chienthrope who as the first to flee had reversed the order and was now at the front of the group trying to get back into the mansion.
His palm grasped the man by the back of the head and smashed him face first into the ground hard enough to crater it, and then with his grip on his head, he transitioned into a mid-way handstand and lashed out with both feet backwards and slammed the soles of his boots into the faces of two others trying to flee and sending them flying backwards, their now unconscious bodies skipping across the ground like a stone across a pond.
He landed a second later, Lili securely around his shoulders thanks to her lovely thighs wrapping tightly around his head and turned to face the rest of the Soma familia members with a genial smile.
"No need to run, I just wanted to ask a simple question," he said, "Have you heard about our lady and saviour, Hestia the Bestia?"
They screamed in horror.
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"There is only one divine being, and that is Bestia." Caelan standing atop a massive stage in the middle of Orario declared. Dressed in the ensemble of a priest, black shirt and all.
...Or well only a black shirt, he was bare at the very bottom allowing his massive Bestia loved wang to hang free in the wind, where it was being worshipped by a gorgeous voluptuous silver haired beauty...and former goddess. She may have had a name once, now she was merely Caelan's Monday Morning divine cock sleeve.
One of many.