SSS Cosmic Policing System: Overpowered Cop's Odyssey

Wind blew harshly as Roy stood before the six Lords, shirtless, with silky blue baggy pants billowing in the wind.

Seeing the stunned silence among the Lords, Roy's brows raised as he asked:

"What? You guys need something else? If not, scram!"

Alstera blinked.

"Are you sure that is your answer? Do you want benefits? Trading resources, information? We can do that…" She continued to negotiate, not giving up yet.

Beneath her veil, her pearly white teeth pressed upon her delicately sculpted lips.

"You fool… if you refuse, we have to be enemies then. And I don't want to be your enemy."

Her heart raced as memories from her past resurfaced.

Back on Earth, when she was just 19, she had a perfect life…

Loving, supportive parents. A promising future. A nearly completed degree in psychology. And most importantly, a beloved partner.

Her gaze turned vacant as her last memory on Earth replayed in her head, clear as ever.

She had finished classes. Her boyfriend pulled up in his Accord — his features still clear in her mind. In fact, right now they overlapped with a certain individual before her.

That day was meant to be the best day of her life. Her boyfriend, Roy Vanders, took her out for dinner. It was meant to be just a normal dinner between couples… until she overheard his voice whispering to the manager, planning… planning a proposal for her!

She remembered the joy that filled her being. She remembered how she rushed out of the restroom… and… she remembered how she slipped, fell, and everything turned dark.

When next she woke up, she was met with the still-forming skies of Arcana, her gaze on a system interface congratulating her for being chosen as the Order of Theft.

Since that day, her life changed. Her very being changed. She had arrived in Arcana three years early.

She gazed at Roy, her eyes misting.

"How did he react when I vanished? Did he hate me? Did he move on?"

Her heart ached. In truth, she didn't want an answer to this question — no matter how he answered, it would hurt.

Right now, she didn't even believe they could be the same. A lot had changed, especially for her.

She wasn't the same satisfied damsel he knew. Her hands were stained with blood. She stole and plundered ruthlessly, driven by her order.

Her gaze remained focused on Roy. Even with all that change, she didn't want to become his enemy.

Roy's mouth moved.

"Still a pass. Nothing personal — it's just not possible for us to work together. So I'd suggest you scram before I actually decide to kick you out myself."

"You bastard! You dare look down on us?" Haron yelled, his voice dripping with rancor.

A pair of pulsing green sickles, attached to each other by the ends, appeared in the furious Lord's grasp.

His figure burst into a blur. He acted so quickly no one saw it coming. In a blink, he was midair before Roy, one of his sickle's crescent blades inches from Roy's neck.

But Roy's reaction was out of this world. Milky-gold ether churned, flaming from his body as one of the batons crackled through the air, crunching into the attacking Lord.

Booom!

Wind clapped as the attack itself broke through the sound barrier. Haron flew far out of sight like a deflated balloon.

Still in position of a swing, Roy glanced at the others, his eyes cold.

"I was giving you guys peace as a way of returning the favor of the info you shared… but it seems it is not appreciated."

His arms dropped as he began making slow steps toward the intruding Lords, the baton scraping against the soil.

"I have no choice but to take action…"

The flaming milky-gold ether towered over his figure as ether and nanobots pumped through his veins. He was just realizing it, but he could feel elite control over his ether usage — and also how staggeringly dense it had become.

Good. I was needing a spark anyway.

Alstera's pupils quivered.

"Do we truly have to be enemies? Is there really no way?"

She barely finished the thought when a rush of wind hit her. In a blink, Roy's face was dangerously close to hers.

Her heart raced, blood pumping in waves.

"Has he noticed something about me?"

Unfortunately, the reply she got was a gut-deadly swing streaking for her frame.

Her eyes glinted. Her position vanished — replaced by Lana, already swinging her rage-bolstered hammer to meet Roy's strike.

It was as though the Amazon Lord had already anticipated what would happen.

Who among them wasn't familiar with the mysterious abilities of the Bandit Lord?

An overpowered Lord who could steal anything!

Roy's strike met Lana's swing. A wave burst forth from the collision.

Lana's teeth gritted as she let out pained grunts, the powerful waves of Roy's strike rippling into her frame uncontrollably.

"How… can… he be this strong?" She hissed unbelievably as her legs gave out, her figure skidding into the distance.

One had to understand — Roy now wasn't something any of them could handle. Aside from the fact that his legendary mutated stat attribute Martial Points tripled his strength, speed, and constitution…

Meaning instead of his stats being read in the two hundreds, it was safe to say they were in the six hundreds. Plus the buff from his skill Bash (SSS), which he could now use to 30x.

Frankly speaking, the fact that these Lords were still breathing after taking a strike from him was a testament to their extraordinariness.

"Larry, now!" Lux yelled, his figure in the air, his blade arced backward, ready to deliver a cleaving strike.

A cadence of ambient ashen hue pulsed, snaking around Larry's arms. The archer Lord's muscles bulged, veins protruding across his head.

A similar ashen force of energy snaked around Roy's frame, and like supernatural shackles, he was restricted from movement.

As the bearer of the Order of Motion, things like these were within Larry's capabilities.

The edge of Lux's Gram glinted, the obsidian metal sword cleaving downward, his eyes blooming with a yellowish cadence.

As he activated his ability Dominating Physique, Lux — bearer of the Order of Domination — revealed the source of his egocentric personality. His order granted him domineering capabilities, as the name implied.

Ether crusted over as a golden shield formed over Roy's figure. Not static — it was spinning.

The moment Lux's blade met the spinning barrier, not only could he not break through the powerful defense, the spinning force destabilized his grip over the sword. His wrist dislocated as the sword flew out of his grasp.

He winced in pain. Before he could make any other movements, a looming dark baton clouded his vision.

Craccccck!

His skull dented inward, his frame flying away.

Roy had escaped Larry's control. The archer Lord hurriedly tried to reach for his bow and arrow, but he wasn't fast enough.

Bang!

Another figure flew out of sight…

Sizzling sounds rang out as Roy looked down. He realized the ground was slowly melting into a pool of acid.

"Kekekekekeh!" Merkan chuckled sinisterly as a stiletto streaked for Roy's nape, the weapon dripping with ominous green liquid.

Poison, definitely. Roy's ether bloomed. Due to his control over his skills reaching another level, his skill Absolute Defense could now be used in versatile measures.

A golden field formed under his foot, protecting him from sinking into acid and giving him footing.

He bent forward, avoided the venomous strike, arms on the barrier, his foot streaked through the air, landing his opponent a critical kick to the ribs.

He dug into the ribs mercilessly, definitely making sure to rupture a few organs.

Merkan's frame landed into his own pool of acid.

Roy leaped away from there, heading straight toward the elusive Lady Lord.

He was fast — very fast. His hands outstretched as he planned to grab the lady by the head.

But she reacted quickly, vanishing. Roy landed, glancing at the silk fluttering veil in his hands. Then, raising his head to stare at the distant Alstera… his expression stiffened.