My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible - Chapter 479 Back In Velaris Forest

Chapter 479  Back In Velaris Forest

In the magic universe, Liam One had his own objectives to pursue.

After leaving Velaris, he’d flown directly toward the forest, hoping to encounter Rikilda and Bethan.

The forest stretched for hundreds of kilometers in every direction, a vast wilderness that separated Velaris from the Elven territories to the north. Ancient trees rose like pillars supporting the sky, their canopies so dense that sunlight barely penetrated to the forest floor even at midday.

Liam One descended as he reached the forest’s edge, choosing to walk rather than fly. Flight was efficient for covering distance, but it was also attention-grabbing, and he preferred to observe his surroundings carefully rather than announce his presence to everything in the vicinity.

He observed the forest as he walked. This was genuine wilderness, the kind of place where magical creatures lived according to their own hierarchies without concerning themselves with the civilizations at the forest’s edges.

He continued walking deeper, following game trails when they appeared and simply pushing through undergrowth when they didn’t. His expansive senses extended outward in a careful radius, monitoring for threats or points of interest, but detecting nothing immediately significant.

No other living beings registered in his awareness. The forest seemed almost unnaturally quiet, as though the local wildlife recognized a predator in their midst and had decided discretion was the better part of valor.

Liam One walked for nearly an hour before reaching a landmark he recognized—the cave where he’d fought the Arachne weeks ago. The entrance looked the same, dark and uninviting, though his senses detected no presence within. Either the cave had remained empty since that battle, or whatever had moved in wasn’t powerful enough to register at his current level of sensitivity.

He wondered briefly if he’d encounter the catkins from before, but he didn’t dwell on the thought.

He continued past the cave, moving deeper into the forest than he’d ventured during his previous visit. The trees grew larger here, older, their trunks so massive that it would take a dozen people holding hands to encircle them. The canopy overhead became so dense that the forest floor existed in perpetual twilight, illuminated only by scattered beams of sunlight that penetrated the leaves like spotlights.

Liam One had walked perhaps another hundred meters when his senses registered movement—something in the bushes to his left, multiple presences moving with coordinated purpose.

He stopped and turned toward the disturbance.

A pack of wolves burst from the undergrowth with snarls that echoed through the quiet forest. There were perhaps fifteen of them, each one the size of a small horse, with fur that seemed to absorb light and eyes that glowed with faint red luminescence.

They attacked without hesitation, clearly having identified Liam One as prey rather than threat. The pack spread out as they charged, attempting to surround him, several going low while others leaped high to attack from multiple angles simultaneously.

Liam One didn’t move from his position. He simply raised his hand and slashed horizontally through the air, his fingers cutting through empty space with casual precision.

Seven wolves died instantly, their bodies bisected so cleanly that they continued moving for a heartbeat before separating into halves that tumbled across the forest floor. The invisible blade of compressed Primordial Essence had passed through them without resistance, sharp enough to part flesh and bone as though they were smoke.

The remaining wolves pulled up short, their coordinated attack dissolving into confused whimpering as they processed what had just happened. Their pack leader—a massive specimen that would have stood chest-high to a human—backed away slowly, ears flat against its skull, tail tucked between its legs.

The others followed its lead, retreating into the undergrowth with a desperate haste that suggested they’d learned an important lesson about prey selection.

Liam One watched them disappear, then continued walking as though nothing had interrupted his journey. The wolves weren’t worth his attention beyond the brief demonstration of why attacking him had been a poor decision.

He’d barely taken three steps when he felt a tremor in the ground, subtle at first but growing stronger with each passing second.

The shaking was caused by something massive moving through the forest with enough force that its footfalls registered as seismic events.

Liam One stopped and turned toward the source of the disturbance, his senses expanding to maximum range.

The trees ahead began shaking, their massive trunks swaying as though caught in a violent storm despite the complete absence of wind. Branches cracked and fell, leaves scattered like startled birds, and the undergrowth parted with sounds of snapping wood and tearing vegetation.

Then the creature burst into view, and Liam One’s assessment shifted from mild interest to genuine attention.

It stood nearly four meters tall, a nightmarish fusion of bull and humanoid that seemed designed specifically to inspire terror. The body was massively muscled, covered in thick hide that looked tough enough to turn aside normal weapons. It stood on two digitigrade legs that ended in hooves the size of dinner plates, each one leaving deep impressions in the forest floor.

But the truly disturbing elements were the upper body and head. The torso was vaguely humanoid but grotesquely oversized, with arms so heavily muscled they looked like they belonged on a creature twice this size. One massive hand gripped an axe that had to weigh at least fifty kilograms, its blade darkened with old bloodstains that suggested frequent use.

The head was pure bull—broad snout, flaring nostrils, curved horns that could gore a man through with minimal effort. But the eyes held intelligence that animals lacked, a malevolent awareness that recognized Liam One not as prey but as an enemy.

A minotaur. And judging by the pressure radiating from it, not a young or weak one.

“YOU TREACHEROUS HUMAN!” The creature’s voice was surprisingly articulate despite emerging from a mouth not designed for human speech, each word vibrating with rage that bordered on madness. “YOU DARE COME TO THIS FOREST?”

Liam One had perhaps half a second to register that the minotaur apparently thought it knew him before the creature attacked.

The speed was impossibly fast for something that size. One moment the minotaur stood twenty meters away, the next it had closed the distance entirely, the massive axe already descending toward Liam One’s head in an overhead strike that would have split him from crown to groin if it connected.

Liam One wasn’t worried.

He simply reached up with his right hand, moving with the same casualness and precision he’d shown against the wolves, and caught the axe.

His fingers closed around the sharp edge itself, gripping the weapon at exactly the point designed to part flesh and shatter bone. The axe stopped completely mid-swing, its momentum arrested so absolutely that the minotaur’s forward charge became a stumble as physics caught up with the sudden lack of expected impact.

Liam One squeezed.

The axe’s blade, forged from metal that had probably endured decades of combat without damage, crumpled like wet paper. His fingers sank into the edge, warping the metal, creating finger-shaped impressions that spread like cracks through the weapon’s structure.

The minotaur’s eyes widened, rage giving way to the first flickers of genuine fear as it recognized that something was very wrong with this encounter.

Liam One smiled slightly, his grip tightening further, and the axe began to disintegrate.