Strongest Deliveryman In The Apocalypse

The Chaos Angel hovered in the desert sky, its wings crackling with unholy light.

Obsidian feathers drifted lazily to the ground, each one buzzing with lethal energy, sizzling when they touched the glassed sand below. Its glowing core pulsed brighter and brighter, swelling with every beat like a second sun preparing to detonate.

The entire wasteland groaned under its aura.

But Sobin?

He stretched his arms above his head, moving his body as if preparing for some kind of long sprint.

"I've never actually fought a Monster this big by myself before. Bessie is the one who usually does the job, but…'

Speaking of Bessie, the reason she didn't cause a rampage and destroy all those who opposed Sobin was that he told her to cooperate with them. Even now, as the retreating caravan took her away, she didn't struggle.

Unfortunately, this was bad news for Sobin… especially since he was left to deal with this mess by himself.

"Can I do this myself? I think so…"

The command station went silent as they watched his figure stand there.

As much as they didn't like it, they had to rely on him—at least for the moment—to buy enough time by distracting the Monster.

As long as Sobin didn't die too quickly, they would be satisfied.

On-screen, Sobin gave his shoulders a roll, then dropped his hands back into his pockets. His expression didn't flicker even as the Chaos Angel loosed its charge.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!

The world turned white.

A solid beam of annihilation tore downward, ripping through the desert as if peeling away existence itself. Waves of molten air blasted outward, dunes turned to rivers of liquid fire, and the camera feeds shook violently, struggling to stay online.

The operators braced for the inevitable static.

For Sobin's figure to vanish, erased like the rest of the world.

And then—

When the glare faded… Sobin stood there.

Untouched.

"Too bright…" He scrunched his eyes slightly.

The Angel shrieked, the sound splitting the sky like shattering glass. With rage it folded its wings tight, then exploded forward, its body a missile of claws and radiant fury.

It blurred across the desert in an instant, its talons raised, sharp enough to carve skyscrapers in half.

KRRAAAASHHHHHHHH!!!

The blow struck Sobin head-on.

And stopped.

The ground split for miles, shockwaves ripping fissures into the earth. Sandstorm hurricanes swallowed the horizon. The camera feeds in the command room shook so badly they nearly cut out.

But through the distortion, everyone saw it.

Sobin—still standing.

One hand raised.

Fingers lightly gripping the Angel's talons as if he'd just caught a baseball mid-flight.

"…Huh. You're lighter than you look," he muttered, tilting his head.

The Angel screeched, thrashing its wings, black feathers slicing the desert into ravines. Sobin simply held firm, boots planted into the glassed sand. Not even a ripple passed through his stance.

Then he yawned again.

"Alright. My turn."

He swung.

CRAAAAAACKKKKKKKKK!!!

The Angel's body bent violently under the blow, launched across the desert like a comet. It crashed into the distant dunes, rolling through them like a meteor strike until it skidded to a smoking halt kilometers away.

The entire control room went dead silent.

"…Did… did he just punch it?" one tech whispered.

"And… it went flying?"

"That's… that's not possible…"

The commander rubbed his eyes furiously. "Check the satellite. Zoom in!"

The image focused.

The Angel dragged itself out of the crater, wings twitching erratically. It staggered upright, its core burning hotter with rage.

Then Sobin appeared behind it.

Just appeared.

One moment, he was standing kilometers away. The next—he was right there.

The operators blinked.

"…Teleportation? No, wait, he—he just moved."

"That speed… we didn't even register it!"

"What kind of movement is that?!"

Sobin leaned casually on the monster's shoulder, like they were drinking buddies.

"You done?"

The Angel's response was to unleash another screech, its wings detonating outward with waves of black lightning.

The desert howled as the attack spread for miles.

And Sobin flicked his finger.

Just a flick.

The entire storm dissipated instantly—erased, as if it had never existed.

The Angel froze, its massive body quivering in confusion.

"…Wow," Sobin muttered, scratching his cheek. "You really are weaker than you look."

Then he drove his fist into its chest.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!

The shockwave split the desert open like a scar, sand blasting into the sky in a mushroom cloud. The Angel's body snapped backward, its glowing chest caving inward, cracks spreading across its radiant form like broken glass.

It shrieked.

One last, broken cry.

Then Sobin lifted his hand high… and swatted downward.

FWOOOOSHHHH!!!

Like a man swatting a fly.

The Chaos Angel disintegrated.

Its wings burst into motes of shadow, its body crumbled into dust, its core shattered with a pitiful crack. The apocalypse storm evaporated instantly, the desert sky clearing to a pristine blue as silence fell across the battlefield.

All that remained was Sobin.

Standing alone.

Shrugging.

"…Guess that's that."

The command room was so quiet a dropped pin might've echoed like thunder.

Every single officer stared at the screen, pale as death.

"…He killed it."

"One punch… no, two at most."

"That was an A-Rank Monster—and he swatted it like it was nothing…"

The commander collapsed into his chair, his mouth dry. "Impossible… A-Rank threats require full fleets, sometimes entire Zones working together… and he…"

Nobody finished the sentence.

None of them dared.

But Sharon's hands tightened behind her back, her knuckles white.

Her eyes didn't leave the screen.

Sobin was smiling, stretching his arms like he'd just finished a light jog. Dust swirled lazily around him.

And in that moment, Sharon's heart sank.

Because a thought slithered into her mind.

—The Deepcrawler King.

That impossible disaster that had been slain not long ago. They had yet to identify the true killer to date. Only carnage had been found.

Her previous theory was the emergence of an SS Rank Monster

But now… staring at the man on the screen… Sharon felt her stomach twist.

Could it have been him?

Could this single, ridiculous man have killed the Deepcrawler King?

Her throat went dry. She wanted to laugh, to dismiss it as paranoia. But she couldn't. Not when Sobin had just erased an A-Rank Angel like a joke.

If it was true…

Then Sobin was not just dangerous. He was disaster-class.

SS Rank.

A calamity in human skin.

The kind of existence entire Sectors prepared contingency plans for.

The kind that, if angered, could spell the end of the world.

Sharon swallowed hard, her composure cracking for just an instant.

"…Dear God…" she whispered under her breath, unseen by her subordinates. "This man… is too dangerous!"

Sharon shuddered.

For the first time in years, she felt true fear.

To think that she had almost made an enemy out of Sobin—someone who could possibly be the strongest in the world!