Three Divine Wishes: Yes, I'm OP!

HUMMMM!!!!

Krax made a direct beeline for Kegras.

As he got closer, there was a subtle but undeniable change in his body. Muscles tightened and bulged with quiet intensity, every movement carrying a hint of restrained power.

The cuts and gashes still bleeding across his chest and arms closed up on their own, knitting together under sheer, unyielding will.

The air around him grew heavier with a presence that seemingly rejected the very concept of defeat.

And as his innate power surged through him, a raw, unfiltered fury consumed every part of his being.

Every insult, every sneer, every time his clan shoved him to the side, the very one who should have uplifted him... it all came rushing back, all merging into one relentless wave of heat and anger that burned through him without restraint.

"For every time I was put down," Krax snarled, voice raw and absolute as he drove forward, "for every time I was mocked and dismissed—I will pay it back tenfold when the crown of Von’El is mine!"

Kegras watched the transformation unfold with genuine intrigue, his eyes fixed on the shifting form before him.

The power radiating from his younger brother was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, a force that seemed almost otherworldly in its intensity.

Yet, despite the overwhelming surge, he stood his ground and met the incoming charge without a moment’s hesitation.

[Cruel Momentum (Primordial)]

WHOOOOSHHHH!!!!

SHKKKK!!!!

His twin axes swept down in a deadly, crossed arc, seeming to draw strength from any resistance they met.

Krax moved smoothly through the twin blows, the first axe grazing his shoulder and leaving only a shallow cut that sealed almost as quickly as it appeared.

BOOOOOM!!!!!!

The second blow was deflected by the sheer, unyielding power now emanating from his body.

In response, Krax’s fist crashed into Kegras’s ribs with such force that it drove the larger Titan backward, sending him hurtling through the air.

Kegras recovered mid-flight and answered with a heavier overhead swing.

BOOOOOM!!!!!

The blow landed against Krax’s raised arms and drove him downward several hundred meters, yet the wound that should have followed failed to form.

Krax hurled himself upward once more, bridging the gap in a single, powerful burst and slamming both fists into Kegras’s midsection in quick, brutal succession.

His dark blood splattered as Kegras retaliated, his axes whipping through the air with increasing speed and precision, each strike honed sharper by the relentless push of the fight.

SHKKK!!!!!

SHHHKKK!!!!!

New wounds opened under the onslaught, only to knit themselves together almost instantly, the rage form’s unyielding will refusing to let him falter.

They tore across the open sky above the broken mountains, trading blow after blow without pause.

Every collision sent new fractures racing through the atmosphere and the peaks below.

And... Krax’s advance grew steadily more dominant.

Each time Kegras tried to reclaim space with the longer reach of the axes, Krax stepped inside it, the unbreakable force of his form turning defensive struggles into openings.

BOOOOM!!!!!

BANGGGG!!!!!

A sharp right hand cracked across Kegras’s jaw, snapping his head to the side.

Without missing a beat, a driving knee slammed into Kegras’s chest, forcing another burst of blood to scatter into the sweltering, metallic wind that swept through Noxara.

Kegras’s eyes sharpened with genuine pressure for the first time.

A heartbeat later, that sharpness twisted into pure mania. He opened his hands and let both battle axes fall. The massive weapons plummeted into the mountains below, each impact carving deep, smoking craters into the already fractured stone.

At the same moment, every defensive layer around him vanished. He stood open, arms slightly spread, inviting whatever came next.

"Haha, COME!"

Krax’s jaw tightened at the taunt, and without so much as a reply, he sprang forward, fury blazing in his gaze.

What came next was chaos in motion—thirty relentless minutes of pure, unfiltered aggression.

Every strike, every move was fueled by raw anger, no holding back, no hint of compassion, just an unbroken surge of brutality until there was nothing left to give.

CRACK!

Krax’s punch slammed into Kegras’s jaw, launching the Titan high into the air. As Kegras smashed through a jagged mountain peak, bursting rocks outward in a shower of debris.

Krax was on him in an instant, gripping his brother by the throat and hauling him out.

BOOOOOM!!!!!!

Krax’s fist drove Kegras through the heart of another mountain, stone collapsing in a thunderous avalanche.

Dark blood sprayed into the air, the wind snatching it and casting it like a storm of black rain over the jagged, broken stones.

And through it all... Kegras didn’t make a move to defend himself, not even lifting his arms.

While Krax kept swinging, rage pouring into every punch, the onslaught never slowed—just hit after hit, nothing but fists and hate that ground everything to dust.

Kegras’s bones gave way under his knuckles with a sickening crack, sending dark blood splattering across his arms and face.

With each blow, the ground beneath them sank further, the crater widening as the impacts kept coming.

A strange sound bubbled up through the blood and broken teeth—laughter. Kegras grinned, wild and wide, eyes glinting with something feral even as another fist smashed into his jaw and snapped his head sideways.

"Heh, that’s it... keep going, little brother," he rasped, voice thick and wet. "Dish out... all your tor..ment"

Even as Krax’s fists hammered down, Kegras’s power stirred beneath the pain.

[Sadistic Hunger (Primordial)]

A chill crept through the air as the innate power activated.

Instantly, mocking whispers wormed into Krax’s mind—memories that were no longer just memories, but poisoned hooks designed to dig deeper with every heartbeat.

He saw himself smaller and weaker, standing in the old training grounds of the Von’El clan while his brothers circled him.

Kegras’s voice, younger but already cruel, echoed inside his skull.

"Haha! Pathetic. Look at him. Can’t even take a proper beating."

Another memory slammed into place: the day the elders had publicly ranked the brothers.

Kegras’s laughter rang out again, layered over the present pain.

"Father should have drowned the weakling at birth. Instead, his seeds were wasted on something this soft."

The whispers multiplied, each one timed to the rhythm of Krax’s own fists, turning every successful blow into another surge of remembered humiliation.

The more damage he dealt, the louder and clearer the voices became, feeding the Sadistic Hunger that now coiled through the destruction around them.

Kegras’s broken mouth stretched wider, blood pouring freely as he spoke through the continuing assault.

"Come on... show me how much you hated us. Haha... show me how much you’ve felt!"

Each punch in the present made the old wounds flare even hotter.

Krax’s fists flew faster, fueled by anger—and with every spike of pain, he felt something slipping away.

In that moment, his tier was steadily falling, and he had already temporarily dropped to Tier 17—something crucial he was ignoring in the haze of mental torment.

Somewhere, the system’s voice kept cutting in—static, urgent, but drowned by the pounding in his head.

[Host, Focus! Your emotions are feeding him—]

BOOOOM!!!!

BOOOOOOM!!!!!

All Krax could focus on were those memories—his brothers’ laughter ringing in his ears, the sting of his own shame.

Every taunt and insult from his childhood came rushing back, sharp and unrelenting.

He could still see the way they looked at him, as if he were something less, a constant disappointment.

In Titan culture, weakness promised nothing but pain, and he had endured it every single day.

With no strength to command respect and his status doing nothing to shield him— he was just another easy target for the world to hit.

BOOOOOOM!!!!!!

Krax drove Kegras into the ground with a force so intense the shockwave made the teeth of every titan in the distance chatter.

Not a single one moved, not even a twitch.

No one dared to intervene, as the world around the two titans was already fracturing in the void, their power towering far above that of the refugees.....

All they could do was stand there in heavy silence, watching as the relentless assault stretched on without end.

Inside Krax’s skull, the system finally broke through—sharp, urgent, impossible to ignore.

[Host!!!! At this rate you will di---]

However, the warning never finished.

Kegras’s laughter burst out, wild and unbroken—even with his face wrecked and ribs shattered, the sound rang out, hungry and triumphant.

"Haha, what a foolish little brother."

[Dominion of Cruelty (Primordial)]

HUMMMMMM!!!!!!