Hitman with a Badass System

Michael stood frozen for a moment, his gaze fixed on the screen displaying Gaya's entrance. His wife, the Goddess of Monsters, emerged from the portal like a tempest, her presence commanding and powerful. It was a sight that stirred a whirlwind of emotions within him.

Ayag's voice pierced the stunned silence, a mix of joy and concern evident in his tone. 

"What the fuck is she doing here?" he exclaimed, unable to hide his astonishment. Sarba, equally baffled, echoed the sentiment, "How in the hell is she coming in?"

Observing the scene unfold, Pink turned to Michael with a mix of curiosity and awe. 

"That's Gaya? Your wife and the Goddess of Monsters?" she asked, her voice reflecting the surprise shared by everyone in the room.

Michael, still absorbing the shock of Gaya's unexpected arrival, simply nodded in confirmation. A sense of urgency took over as he realized the gravity of the situation. 

"I need to go to the Celestial Valley," he declared firmly, his resolve clear.

Looking at the screen, Michael struggled to believe his eyes. Gaya, his wife, the Goddess of Monsters, was right there in the thick of battle. It had been clear in their last meeting that she shouldn't seek him until he found her. Yet, here she was, fighting beasts much stronger than her, displaying her characteristic fearlessness. But these beasts were strong, and Gaya was clearly at a disadvantage.

"Could she be killing seal bearers for Rin?" Ayag wondered, trying to piece together the situation.

"We can't waste time on guesses right now. The longer she fights, the more beasts will be drawn to her. I have to go to the valley," Michael responded urgently. He swiftly drew his dark swords and tapped the medallion on his chest, his armor materializing to cover him fully.

"You all stay here. Pink, work on disrupting Seraphene's surveillance while I go help Gaya," Michael instructed, sounding resigned but determined as he activated his portable portal.

"Wait, how will you get to the Celestial Valley? You're not thinking of going through Rainar's temple, right?" Ayag asked, her tone laced with concern.

Michael had previously caused quite a stir at Rainar's temple, and with Rainar's recent demise, the area would likely be swarming with the pantheon's forces and Rainar's remaining angels. The uncertainty of Rainar's angels being informed of his death hung heavily in the air.

Despite the risks and uncertainty, Michael couldn't stand by while Gaya faced overwhelming odds. His decision was firm; he had to act.

Then, Michael swiftly activated the portal, his figure blurring as he dashed through it. Pink's voice followed him, reassuring yet firm, "I got your back."

As the portal closed, Sarba turned to Pink and his siblings, a trace of concern in his voice, "Will he be alright?"

"Every angel and soldier loyal to Rainar will be guarding that temple, ready to attack anyone who dares to enter. Their numbers might reach into the hundreds." Pink pondered for a moment before responding.

She paused, considering the gravity of the situation. Then, with a tone of confidence, she added, 

"But in all honesty, the odds are somewhat against them, not against Ghost. I have no doubt about his skills and his ability to handle even the deadliest of enemies," Her words carried a sense of unwavering trust in Michael's capabilities, reflecting her belief in his extraordinary prowess.

Soon, the portal opened in a secluded dark alley, a strategic choice considering Rainar's temple was shielded against direct teleportations from external sources. Stepping out, Michael observed the immediate surroundings. The once-flooded kingdom was now drained, exposing the full stature of its buildings. The streets were abuzz with activity, with people moving about, some carrying broken items, others busy repairing the damage inflicted by the floods Rainar had used to force them into prayer for more worship energy.

With urgency driving his actions, Michael activated his Lightning Dash spell. In an instant, he transformed into a blur, a trail of black lightning marking his path as he raced toward the temple.

The temple loomed ahead, encircled by Rainar's soldiers and angels, a powerful defense force. They were clad in a diverse array of armors, ranging from sturdy metal to flexible leather. Forming the first circle of defense around the temple were the angels, their metal armor gleaming under the sun, their feathery wings creating an imposing backdrop.

At the forefront, commanding their attention, stood the leading angel, an Orc whose clones Michael had previously killed. He was fully armored, his presence exuding authority. Addressing the gathered crowd of soldiers and angels, the Orc spoke with a firm, unwavering voice.

"Listen well, warriors of Rainar," he began, his tone confident. 

"Rumors have spread like wildfire, rumors of our God Rainar's demise. Let me assure you, these are nothing but vile lies, deceitful tactics deployed by Kranar to shake our resolve." His eyes swept across the crowd, meeting the gaze of his soldiers and angels. 

"Do not be swayed by such baseless claims. A god cannot be killed. Our Lord Rainar is invincible, and these rumors are a feeble attempt to undermine our strength and morale."

The Orc's words seemed to resonate with the crowd, instilling a renewed sense of purpose and loyalty among Rainar's forces. His voice echoed across the temple grounds, a rallying cry to dismiss the growing doubts and fears.

"Stand strong, stand united," he concluded. "We are the unbreakable shield of Rainar, and we shall not falter in the face of falsehoods. Our faith is our fortress."

As the Orc's speech reached its end, the soldiers and angels around the temple responded with a unified shout, their voices merging into a powerful chorus of allegiance. 

Meanwhile, Michael soared into the air as he unleashed his fury without restraint. Invoking the ultimate form of his Ignitia and Meteor spells simultaneously, he transformed the sky into an arena of apocalyptic fury.

Thunderclaps resounded with deafening intensity as the clouds, heavy yet dry, collided violently. The atmosphere grew electric, charged with an ominous energy that heralded destruction. Below, the angels and soldiers, momentarily stunned by the sudden escalation, were ill-prepared for what followed.

From the heavens, hundreds of searing lightning bolts, each a conduit of Michael's wrath, rained down mercilessly upon the army. The soldiers, caught off-guard, were struck down, their figures illuminated briefly by the blinding flashes before collapsing lifelessly.

Simultaneously, three colossal meteors, glowing fiercely with an intense heat, tore through the darkened sky. Their descent was a spectacle of fiery doom, leaving trails of blazing light in their wake. As they impacted the earth around the temple, massive explosions erupted, sending shockwaves that tore through the ranks of Rainar's forces.

The ground shook violently under the force of the impacts, and the air was filled with the roar of flames and the cries of the fallen. The temple grounds, once a bastion of defense, now resembled a battlefield scarred by celestial fury.

In the midst of this chaos, Michael's senses were bombarded with the continuous chime of system notifications, acknowledging his kill.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing a Spiritual Embryo Realm Soldier. The reward is 5000 Experience points and 400 Badass points]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 5000 Badass points]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing a Qi Awakening Realm Soldier. The reward is 1000 Experience points and 400 Badass points]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 6000 Badass points]

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The people of Nimbosia, having suffered under Rainar's tyranny, watched from a distance as Michael wrought destruction upon the temple. Mixed emotions rippled through the crowd – shock at the sheer force of the onslaught and a sense of cathartic relief.

"Finally, someone is putting an end to Rainar's reign," exclaimed an elderly man, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and satisfaction.

A young woman, clutching her child close, whispered in awe, "Look at the power of that warrior. Rainar's soldiers stand no chance."

Groups of citizens murmured among themselves, some cheering quietly, others simply staring in disbelief. The temple, once a symbol of oppression, was now crumbling under the might of an avenging force.

Meanwhile, Michael, his figure a blur of motion and power, landed deftly in front of the orc commander. With a swift, powerful kick, he sent the stunned orc reeling, shattering the temple's closed door in the process. Debris flew in all directions as he made his way into the heart of what had been Rainar's stronghold.

As he moved, Michael was acutely aware of the potential consequences of his actions. Raphael and the Pantheon would surely sense the surge of power and the chaos unfolding in Nimbosia. But he gave no damn. His focus was singular – to reach Gaya in the Celestial Valley. He knew he had only a few minutes before his powers could pinpoint his location. But he also knew he would be in Celestial valley before they could reach him, even if they managed to pin point him.