The World's most Overpowered Side-Character

"collapsing space..." Sol held out his hand as he flew using his usual telekinetic magic. "Do I have any space techniques that could manage to do that?" He asked.

[Should I check?] The system responded.

"You're able to?"

[I gained control of the principles that make this vast multidimensional universe, I myself am able to comprehend the powers of time and space, I just need to search for something similar to the readings I have experienced while using spacial techniques.] She responded, and Sol nodded, having no clue how to even start comprehending what she was about to do.

"Go ahead then, I'm surprised you'd ask my permission at all, you're usually lretty intrusive without permission." He raised a brow.

[You are indeed capable of spacial magic, but you have never even attempted it, it could be dangerous.]

"I can try afterwards." Sol stopped flying when a projectile flew over his head and stopped before him kicking up a storm of dust beneath them.

"I like it." Sol stared at the space pod, it looked like something straight out of the most out of pocket sci-fi movie he had ever seen, and with over ten years of nothing but armour and melee weapons it was a shock of culture when he remembered that he was not on Arkadia nor Atla; Zola-Prime was futuristic.

[There are seven signatures inside of that pod.]

For a moment, just a brief moment, Sol could have sworn the saw a hand when the system said it, like a phantom limb pointing to the egg-shaped pod.

"Say... Can you hack it?" Sol went off topic again and crossed his arms with a smirk. "This thing looks cool, I want it for later.

[Master Vestic.] The system called to him seriously, and he scoffed again and shook his head.

"Fine, fine." Sol chuckled, staring as the pod made a hissing sound and the outline of a door appeared, pushing outward and then sliding to the side revealing a luxurious interior and seven demons staring at him as they emerged.

"This is him, right?" The first asked, scratching his short beard and looking around at one of the others who held what looked like a transparent phone with an image on it. He had fluffy hair and his horn grew from his forehead and curved upward.

But otherwise he just looked like a regular person, save for the divine demon aura Sol could clearly see around him, aside from him the others also seemed average, like the everyday person you would walk pass on the street, amongst the seven nothing stood out. stay updated with m,v,l,e,m p _y,r

"He's the one from the dungeon footage we got so he must be..." The one next to him replied, staring at Sol and licking her lips. "I heard that the princess has been warning everyone to take him seriously, but there's nothing scary about this creature at all." She chuckled.

"They're not impressive at all." Sol shook his head. "Have any of you corpses conquered any dimension yet?" He asked, and the female demon-god that had spoken dropped her amusement with clear irritation from his calling her an unimpressive corpse.

"I thought I told you idiots to gather and make an army, are you that cocky that you think just the seven of you will be able to lay a scratch on me?" He asked, and she squeezed her phone and shattered it.

"This creature."

"Creature?" Sol raised a brow. "I'm no creature, I am your executioner... but I don't feel particularly motivated to fight any of you weaklings at all." He unfolded his hands and lowered his head shaking it. "This is lame, seven nameless meritless idiots, did you just come here against someone's orders?"

"How did he-"

"If we kill him the Demon Lord will recognise us-"

"Ugh," Sol raised his hand toward them. "With the size of this planet, something like this should be harmless right?" He raised his hand and opened his palm. "I don't want to damage that pod though." Sol snapped and the pod behind them vanished, and in its place a ball of fire appeared. "I've wanted to use it for a while now, but Arkadia was too small."

[Cosmic Art: Dwarf Explosion]

From where they were, Ikaris and the others felt the ground begin shaking and saw the sky grow dark when another source of light other than the morning sun appeared across the horizon, an explosion that reached through the stratosphere in the shape of a sphere, it rapidly grew in size, but stopped and remained a burning ball for several more seconds before it vanished, leaving a gigantic hole in the ground.

"Now then," Sol floated forward, staring at the only one of the seven who had managed to survive; it was the woman who had been offended.

"I suppose you're not as useless as I imagined then." He folded his hands behind hil staring at her who was burnt down to mostly bone a d tissue while she held her head with her eyes shut tight, shaking as she was held in place by his telekinetic magic.

"What was that?" She asked trembling when his shadow blocked the sun.

"A warning of course." Sol looked over her. "I figured Sitri had done a good job, but if this is what came after me, wasting their first day then I can't help but be disappointed." Sol rested his hand on her head.

"Please spare me!" She shrieked as soon as she felt his touch. "Have mercy!"

"Have you conquered any other small universe?" Sol asked, and she stiffened beneath him. "You don't need to answer that the only way you demons can become true demon-gods is by killing another god or making a slave out of them, the only thing that could withstand that explosion I just created is a demon god, or a divine.

And since you are clearly not the latter..." Sol started squeezing her head while divine fire started pouring through her orifices. "The only mercy you murderers deserve is death."

***

[That was... Fast.] The system observed the demon-god turn to ashes in Sol's grasp and start calling from the feet up.

"They were weak, it would have been a waste of time to entertain them." Sol stared at the horn in his grasp and then released it too.

[They were not weak, you are just too strong.] She answered him, and he looked around at the edges of the hole that covered the horizon around him with a scoff, to him it seemed minimal, the least effort like a lion declaring its territory while leisurely laying down.

[According to your previous stats and data, the gods you just killed were all stronger than you were when you first arrived on Arkadia.]

"What really?" Sol snapped from his stupor.

[Yes,] the system answered again, and he saw the phantom hand before him a second time. [With the power you hold, there are very few who could match you here, with Godslayer transforming and evolving your body into a god killing weapon I see no need to wait at all, why not attack the demons now?]

[I want to spend more time with Ikaris, and I want to make sure the others are okay before I attack, you said very few, but I know that there are some seriously powerful demons up there." He stared at Hāl. "Every time I reach a new height I'm put down by something stronger that I never expected, and right now it's that one demon-god who apparently rules the others."

[Do you fear him?]

"Absolutely not, I fear what he's capable of."

"Is that not the same as fearing him then?" She asked clear as day right next to him he heard her voice outside of his head and looked across, finding a window there floating lazily.

"... No." Sol looked ahead again as he began flying back toward the isolated village. "If my guess is right, then he might be like Ikaris."

"A Primordial?" She asked, a d Sol ignored the obvious changes to her and nodded.

"A direct offspring of the darkness, she said that Void was worth when he realised that he lacked the compassion one needs to have kinship, but how else would he have been able to create a whole race of demon-gods?"

"The first three, Creation, Destruction and Balance had to shatter their consciousnesses across the far reaches of the cosmos to do it, I think he did something similar to create offspring."

"And you believe that the current Demon-Lord is an existence who inherited something dire tly from Void?" System asked and Sol hummed.

"Just take a look at him for yourself; he reminds me of Ikaris who is an unfathomable existence, she's so powerful that it doesn't make any sense, I'm pretty sure that's why the author keeps nerfing her, because if she fought for real the whole story would end in a single chapter." Sol stared at the system window and the observers watching his story unfold.

"I've tried staring at him twice now, first when I woke up, and then when I went and got Ikaris back, both times I felt chills run down my spine, he's terrifying."

"And yet you do not fear a being that could possibly be as powerful as Goddess Ikaris?" System asked.

"He's not as strong as her, I'm not afraid, if it was Void then I'd be too scared to even show my face, an entity that can make the three first deities run and hide is beyond my comprehension, but not him, I can definitely see the ends of his power, I can fathom that shit and I will definitely tear him apart just as I will the rest of them!"

"Your bias toward the demonkind is oddly strong today."

"I've seen and been through things that warrant this hatred." Sol stared ahead. "And after what Sitri did to Ikaris, I haven't had a peaceful moment where I don't see her crying, even under her smile she's still crying out, it pains my heart, it's tearing me apart from the inside."

"I have the chance to get rid of all of them, there's no way I'm letting this grudge go, I'll burn every ounce of my hatred until nothing of them remain, I don't care what stands in my way, everything dies."