I Own EVERY Class in This World: Life Set to HELL Mode!

The descent seemed endless, the only source of light being the faint glow emanating from the hands that dragged him down.

Stark could feel a sense of unease creeping into his mind, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the hands released him, and he found himself standing on solid ground once more.

Before him lay a vast expanse of darkness and mist, broken only by the shimmering reflection of the moon on the surface of the water.

The air was heavy with a sense of foreboding, and Stark could feel a chill run down his spine as he took a few steps forward, absolutely no hesitation in what he was doing.

Much like when he fought the [Black Water Devourer], this Boss Area's ground was completely made out of that black water with faces on it, stretching for what seemed endless.

The gray mist could also be seen ahead, but it surrounded Stark not in the way that it blocked his vision, but as if it was delimiting the area of the arena.

The space he was in currently had no mist or even anything to be honest, the mist formed a circular wall around him and that was all.

[Do not go into the mist, or instant game over]

'…'

[Classifier B: Level 49/50]

[Classifier B is roughly 200,000EXP away from leveling up!]

'…' Stark's eyes expression was unchanged, and the notifications of the other classifier almost leveling up only served as a way for Stark to concentrate even more.

[Boss Area: The Pond of Souls…]

[Good luck!]

'I don't need luck, show me that boss and I'm killing it.'

~STEP, SPLASH, STEP, SPLASH~

Each one of his steps echoed in the vast emptiness of the Boss Area, creating ripples on the black water beneath him.

Stark looked up at the moon.

'…Of course,' the big white moon wasn't normal either, instead there was a giant face on it, resembling the ones of the souls beneath him.

The faces on the black water seemed to contort and twist, their expressions morphing into grotesque forms that seemed to follow Stark's every move.

And after around thirty seconds…

IT appeared.

A deafening roar pierced through the stillness of the Pond of Souls, causing Stark to grit his teeth and ready himself for what was to come.

Emerging from the depths of the black water was a massive creature, its form shrouded in darkness and malevolence.

The Boss monster towered over Stark, its eyes glowing with a sinister light as it fixated on its prey.

When all the aura and water disappeared… Stark could finally what it looked like.

And… well…

[Soulayer (Soul Slayer), The Bearer of Souls (BOSS)]

Standing at four meters tall, the monster had a humanoid figure but was completely covered in bandages except for its head, legs, and arms which were protected by a shadow armor with only a small opening for its eyes.

The bandages were pitch-black and adorned with moving faces that seemed to watch Stark closely.

'The faces are moving…?' Stark could see that the dozens of mouths and eyes on the bandages were moving.

Around its neck hung a giant jar containing three green spheres that spun around.

But what caught Stark's attention the most was the boss's weapon.

It wasn't fancy magic at first glance, but… a sword?

It was a black two-handed great sword, almost as large as the boss itself and emitting an ominous aura that could rival even Stark's own power.

Its design was unusual, being more than three inches thick in the middle and not tapering off at the end for sharpness.

It was clear that this sword was meant for powerful strikes rather than stabbing.

And the boss wielded it with ease, twirling it around as if it weighed nothing.

The boss's eyes burned with crimson aura, leaving a visible trail beyond the small opening of the shadow helmet, and the bandages around it also began to shake as its eyes fell on the human.

'…' Stark's expression faltered for the first time, he couldn't keep calm in front of this thing, which seemed to not even acknowledge him as a worthy opponent.

The shine of the moon hit both Stark and the boss, creating a beautiful scenery around them as their bodies reflected on the water. ɓг?оυ#ɡ&һ†-τо?-!үσц#-+Ьу#-

If it wasn't for the fact they would fight to the death, then there would surely have been a great moment to enjoy.

'…'

'…'

Soulayer and Stark looked at one another, before the former raised his massive sword, then pointing it at Stark, announcing the start of the fight.

[Classifier B is roughly 120,000EXP away from leveling up!]

A crimson panel came to bring Stark back to reality, it was a reminder of the harsh things that awaited him if he didn't get rid of Soulayer before the other person leveled up.

And so Stark's expression went back to its unusual cold self, his eyes empty and almost lifeless as his thoughts were now clouded with the idea of getting rid of this boss as fast as possible.

'Perception…' Stark decided to immediately analyze the boss, that thing was truly out of this world, well he probably was since the process of getting to this place was basically to jump into an unknown pit and getting dragged by hands, but oh well.

…

[Name: Soulayer, The Bearer of Souls (BOSS)]

[Level: 100]

[HP: 420000]

[Strength: 5128]

[Stamina: 4732]

[Speed: 3901]

[Defense: 4436]

[Skills: Soul Strike, Reap Spirit, Soul Wall, Abyssal Roar, Shadow Step, Death's Embrace, Eternal Darkness, The Three Ultimate Souls, Sword Counter…]

…

'Why me…' Stark sulked after reading its status window, it was even stronger than the [Corrupted Ghoul], and it seemed to have absolutely no intention to let Stark kill it easily.

In a battle against time, how could Stark even hope of killing that monster, with HP and strength beyond anything he had fought before.

But lamenting your misfortune wasn't the solution.

For now… Stark just needed to try.

To hell with that 'Domination Trial', he'll clear it even at level 10 (or maybe not, heh).

"ABYSSAL ROAR~" Soulayer suddenly shouted with his face toward the sky, creating some supersonic shockwaves, that shook the entirety of the arena, making the water tremble.

…

[Skill: Abyssal Roar]

[Description: Doesn't do much except to announce that 'Soulayer' will be fighting with his full abilities, he only uses this skill at the start of battles with opponents he believes are worthy.]

[Note: Soulayer has only used this skill seven times up until now, so it is both an honor, but also terrifying to hear his scream.]

…

[3…]

Soulayer finished his weird shouting then stared back at Stark, his greatsword held behind his back.

[2…]

'Domination…!' Stark's determination didn't falter as he activated his skill and positioned himself.

[1…]

Both warriors looked at one another with the clear intent to eliminate the other party.

[FIGHT!]

It was now or never for Stark, there was no second try or anything that could help him out.

From now on, it is but pure skill, pure technique, and pure determination.

Even among those that would participate in the trial with him, just how many would face this monster with not a single ounce of fear?

Probably none… except for Stark himself.

[Eliminate that damn edge lord before Classifier B gets to level 50!]