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Ascension of the Lost Soul Commander Tiyago
A ding echoed in Rico's mind as his abilities settled into place.With his senses heightened by Battlefield Awareness, Rico watched as his subordinates hesitated before charging at him.He shifted into his stance, focusing on his Dance of the Evasive Wind and moving with fluid precision,sidestepping each strike with graceful, measured footwork.His reflexes felt sharp as he ducked a blow from Leonidas, spinning to deflect a kick from Callista with his arm, his grin never wavering."Come on! Is that all?" he taunted.Theron attempted a bold swing toward him, but Rico activated his Shield of Fortitude, absorbing the impact with ease.The divine energy around him seemed to pulse as the shield dissipated the blow, leaving him unfazed."Not bad, but let's see how you handle this."Rico's expression shifted to one of fierce determination as he activated Wrathful Strike Series,channeling his divine energy into a powerful attack, deliberately slowing his strike to test their reactions.His
Ascension of the Lost Soul Late at the party(1)
Huff! Huff! Huff!The air was thick with the sound of heavy breathing, each member of Rico's squad gasping as they braced themselves against the relentless training.Hours had passed with no breaks, pushing each of them to the brink as Rico, now armed with his Holy Aura, had sparred them into exhaustion.Despite his rank of Warrior (Novice), Rico's strength far surpassed his title, and it showed.He stood amidst his battered, bruised subordinates, grinning as he took in the sight before him.The training uniforms on most of them were torn, ripped at the seams or stained with dirt and sweat.Some even bore visible bruises, reminders of the blows they'd taken.They looked like they had just returned from a real battle—but this was only sparring.Rico had found something profound here.He had been bullied on Earth, labeled a loser, but here, he felt respected, valued, and at peace—a priceless feeling.His memories might remind him of his past life, but the present offered something great
Ascension of the Lost Soul Late at the party(2)
Behind him, his subordinates, synchronized in movement, mirrored him, showing their deference and silently apologizing for their late arrival.The hall held its breath as the commanders nodded approvingly, acknowledging Rico's respectful gesture.The room, still silent, watched the display of respect, surprised by the discipline and unity they radiated.Rico's group had made a powerful entrance, one that would not be forgotten anytime soon.As Rico took his seat, Demetrius's sharp eyes observed him closely, a glimmer of intrigue flickering.Mmh…fascinating. I can still sense the faint residue of Holy Aura around him, he mused silently, his gaze assessing.Another commander across the hall noticed the same and exchanged a confirming nod with Demetrius,both struck by the rarity of what they were witnessing.For a novice-ranked warrior to wield Holy Aura was unheard of—it was a privilege reserved for high-ranking beings.Few possessed the strength and mastery to channel it, and for Rico
Ascension of the Lost Soul Absolute resolve(1)
As Rico's voice rang out, his sharp command snapped his subordinates out of hesitation."Not enough wits!" he shouted, his tone filled with fiery resolve."Come at me already! If you flinch, you die!" They were in the thick of day two, and Rico's group was already dripping with sweat, their clothes, freshly washed the night before, now torn and ragged.Despite the exhaustion on their faces, there was a newfound resilience in their eyes, a fierceness that hadn't been there before.Some among them had begun to manifest the Shield of Fortitude, only to have it shattered by Rico's relentless strikes.A few dodged one or two of his attacks, proving their growth, while others were learning to evade more frequently.Anyone watching might have mistaken this for a real battle, as each trainee faced off with genuine intensity, pushing themselves to keep up with their commanding officer.Rico's taunts only drove them harder, silencing any fleeting thoughts of undermining him.Those harboring ev
Ascension of the Lost Soul Absolute resolve(2)
Placing his hand on the stone, he envisioned the kampilan—a traditional Filipino weapon.Divine energy surged from his hand, wrapping around the ore as it began to shift and solidify, transforming into the weapon he had imagined.As it took form, he spoke with reverence,"I, Tiyaga, behold my weapon before the Creator Elohim and in the name of my Lord Ares. I name you Anito." The weapon shimmered as it fully awakened, a black blade with a lining of silver along its edge.The blade itself bore tiny white spots around the hilt, like stars against the night, and a short rope extended from the hilt, bearing the banner of Ares.Near the hilt, in delicate engraving, was the mark of Hephaestus, affirming its divine origin.The sight was mesmerizing—a weapon uniquely his, resonating with power and purpose, crafted through divine will.The weapon solidified in Rico's hand, gleaming with a faint, divine light that pulsed as if alive.Just as he marveled at Anito, a system display flashed befor
Ascension of the Lost Soul A Toad's Struggle: The Beginning
"Look at yourself and look at me. A toad like you wants this?"Reyna's voice dripped with disdain as she gestured at her body, her short skirt swaying with every move, and her shirt struggling to hold her chest.The crowd of Manila High School, a high school in Manila, gathered quickly, drawn to the commotion."I... I..." Rico stuttered, feeling the weight of their stares like stones pressing down on him in the hallway just outside the classroom.He was 'Rico Santos', an orphan forever branded the 'loser' of the school.His tattered uniform was a constant reminder of his struggles, his trousers barely brushing his scuffed shoes—an echo of a life he could never afford.Laughter erupted around him."Haha, hilarious, Rico!" Mateo pushed through the crowd, his sneering face a symbol of Rico's humiliation."Look at her closely, Rico. That's the closest you'll ever get to my goddess," Mateo taunted, flanked by his friends, their laughter sharp and cruel.It cut deeper than any punch ever co
Ascension of the Lost Soul Fall and Ascension.
Huff! Huff! Huff!"Not... not... no... not Reyna," Rico panted, his breath ragged as he forced himself onward. His legs burned, his breath ragged from exhaustion.He had been running for what felt like hours, dragging himself across the streets toward the abandoned construction site around Dominga Street, where he knew Reyna and her friends were.His body screamed for rest, but the thought of what they might do to her pushed him onward.He had to warn her.Finally, the towering unfinished building came into view. Rico saw the cars parked outside, his heart sinking.They're here.Desperation fueled his legs as he charged forward, calling her name with every ounce of strength left in him."Reyna!! Reyna!!" His voice echoed through the half-built structure, his throat raw.He darted inside, climbing the rough concrete stairs two at a time.At the rooftopLaughter and music filled the rooftop.Six of them—Mateo, his friends, and the girls—lounged around with music playing from a portabl
Ascension of the Lost Soul Heavenly Guide.
Rico's eyes widened as he saw the glowing text appear before him, floating in the air.This was no dream. His life, as he knew it, was about to change forever. The being holding the scroll waved his fingers once more.Suddenly, Rico's body shimmered, glowing faintly before disappearing from the spot.All around him, the scenery shifted, and soon everything was consumed by a vast expanse of white clouds.!!!"What now?" Rico muttered to himself, looking around in confusion."Where am I? What is this place?"Ting!A soft chime echoed in the void, followed by a voice in his head.[System integrating with Tiyaga...]Huh? What's with this system? Rico thought, bewildered by the sudden intrusion of the voice.[Integration complete!][Congratulations on making it to heaven, Rico Tiyaga Santos.][I am called Luna, your heavenly guide.][I was your monitoring spirit or let's say, your guardian angel—while you were in the Earth realm.][I shall be your guide from now on.]What?! Rico's mind ra
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Absolute resolve(2)
Placing his hand on the stone, he envisioned the kampilan—a traditional Filipino weapon.Divine energy surged from his hand, wrapping around the ore as it began to shift and solidify, transforming into the weapon he had imagined.As it took form, he spoke with reverence,"I, Tiyaga, behold my weapon before the Creator Elohim and in the name of my Lord Ares. I name you Anito." The weapon shimmered as it fully awakened, a black blade with a lining of silver along its edge.The blade itself bore tiny white spots around the hilt, like stars against the night, and a short rope extended from the hilt, bearing the banner of Ares.Near the hilt, in delicate engraving, was the mark of Hephaestus, affirming its divine origin.The sight was mesmerizing—a weapon uniquely his, resonating with power and purpose, crafted through divine will.The weapon solidified in Rico's hand, gleaming with a faint, divine light that pulsed as if alive.Just as he marveled at Anito, a system display flashed befor
Absolute resolve(1)
As Rico's voice rang out, his sharp command snapped his subordinates out of hesitation."Not enough wits!" he shouted, his tone filled with fiery resolve."Come at me already! If you flinch, you die!" They were in the thick of day two, and Rico's group was already dripping with sweat, their clothes, freshly washed the night before, now torn and ragged.Despite the exhaustion on their faces, there was a newfound resilience in their eyes, a fierceness that hadn't been there before.Some among them had begun to manifest the Shield of Fortitude, only to have it shattered by Rico's relentless strikes.A few dodged one or two of his attacks, proving their growth, while others were learning to evade more frequently.Anyone watching might have mistaken this for a real battle, as each trainee faced off with genuine intensity, pushing themselves to keep up with their commanding officer.Rico's taunts only drove them harder, silencing any fleeting thoughts of undermining him.Those harboring ev
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Behind him, his subordinates, synchronized in movement, mirrored him, showing their deference and silently apologizing for their late arrival.The hall held its breath as the commanders nodded approvingly, acknowledging Rico's respectful gesture.The room, still silent, watched the display of respect, surprised by the discipline and unity they radiated.Rico's group had made a powerful entrance, one that would not be forgotten anytime soon.As Rico took his seat, Demetrius's sharp eyes observed him closely, a glimmer of intrigue flickering.Mmh…fascinating. I can still sense the faint residue of Holy Aura around him, he mused silently, his gaze assessing.Another commander across the hall noticed the same and exchanged a confirming nod with Demetrius,both struck by the rarity of what they were witnessing.For a novice-ranked warrior to wield Holy Aura was unheard of—it was a privilege reserved for high-ranking beings.Few possessed the strength and mastery to channel it, and for Rico
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Huff! Huff! Huff!The air was thick with the sound of heavy breathing, each member of Rico's squad gasping as they braced themselves against the relentless training.Hours had passed with no breaks, pushing each of them to the brink as Rico, now armed with his Holy Aura, had sparred them into exhaustion.Despite his rank of Warrior (Novice), Rico's strength far surpassed his title, and it showed.He stood amidst his battered, bruised subordinates, grinning as he took in the sight before him.The training uniforms on most of them were torn, ripped at the seams or stained with dirt and sweat.Some even bore visible bruises, reminders of the blows they'd taken.They looked like they had just returned from a real battle—but this was only sparring.Rico had found something profound here.He had been bullied on Earth, labeled a loser, but here, he felt respected, valued, and at peace—a priceless feeling.His memories might remind him of his past life, but the present offered something great
Commander Tiyago
A ding echoed in Rico's mind as his abilities settled into place.With his senses heightened by Battlefield Awareness, Rico watched as his subordinates hesitated before charging at him.He shifted into his stance, focusing on his Dance of the Evasive Wind and moving with fluid precision,sidestepping each strike with graceful, measured footwork.His reflexes felt sharp as he ducked a blow from Leonidas, spinning to deflect a kick from Callista with his arm, his grin never wavering."Come on! Is that all?" he taunted.Theron attempted a bold swing toward him, but Rico activated his Shield of Fortitude, absorbing the impact with ease.The divine energy around him seemed to pulse as the shield dissipated the blow, leaving him unfazed."Not bad, but let's see how you handle this."Rico's expression shifted to one of fierce determination as he activated Wrathful Strike Series,channeling his divine energy into a powerful attack, deliberately slowing his strike to test their reactions.His
Skill Acquisition(2)
[Skill Acquisition Complete]New Active Skill: Divine Power GatheringDescription: A concentration technique that allows Rico to draw in divine energy from his surroundings, replenishing his reserves. When used in combat, it allows him to regain strength and infuse attacks or defenses with extra divine power, enhancing their potency.Effects: +25% Energy Recovery Rate during use, minor defensive boost while gathering.New Passive Skill: Divine ReservoirDescription: Enables Rico to store larger amounts of divine energy within his body, which can be accessed at any time, even if he is fatigued or low on stamina.Effects: +30% Maximum Divine Energy Capacity, improved endurance under divine-powered abilities.Attribute Boost:Divine energy: +30Endurance: +8As the information from Divine Power Harnessing settled within him, Rico could feel the steady, calming pulse of divine energy humming through his veins.It was as if he had tapped into a wellspring of strength, one that was now his
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Every time he flipped a page, Luna absorbed the details, feeding him each technique and movement with startling clarity.It wasn't just reading;it was as if the techniques were becoming an extension of himself, directly embedded into his muscle and mind.As he continued through The Wrathful Strike of Ares, he saw flashes of explosive power in his mind's eye.The techniques weren't just single strikes but a series of devastating, controlled bursts.Every move combined raw strength with the momentum of follow-throughs,Creating a rhythm of explosive energy that could break through even the toughest defenses.Finally, after several minutes, he reached the last page of the manual, and a familiar Ding! sounded in his mind.A system notification appeared before him:[Skill Acquisition Complete]New Active Skill: Wrathful Strike SeriesDescription: A sequence of explosive, chained attacks infused with divine energy, ideal for overwhelming an opponent and dismantling defenses. The technique
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Meanwhile, Lysander settled back into his seat with a grin, looking quite pleased with himself.His eyes flicked momentarily toward Rico, who caught the glance and understood that a rivalry had just been set into motion.Rico finished his meal with heightened awareness, aware that his days here were about to grow more challenging.With that, the trainees quickly finished their meals and began filing out of the hall, their thoughts filled with both anticipation and a growing sense of rivalry.Returning to their residence, Lycus turned to Rico as they entered their room."Lysander is after you. Be careful," he warned.Rico smirked slightly, a spark of excitement lighting his eyes."I figured as much."Lycus raised an eyebrow. "You seem to be… interested.""Ah, nothing," Rico replied, quickly masking his eagerness.But a hint of a battle-hungry grin betrayed him."Right… nothing," Lycus said, giving him a knowing look.He then gestured toward the manuals piled on Rico's table."So, which
Respect and Responsibility
Everyone turned their attention to the feast before them, and Rico quickly picked up on the ritual,finding himself already integrated into the customs with the help of his Wisdom of the Worlds.Demetrius sat at the head table, glancing over at Rico with a look of intrigued appraisal."So he's a commander, huh?" Demetrius thought, noting the young ascender's nervousness as he took his first bites.He could tell this was all new to him.Rico, on the other hand, was overwhelmed with satisfaction as he dug in, savoring each flavor."Wow, I've never tasted anything like this… it's so satisfying!" he thought, barely able to contain his excitement.Just as the meal was drawing to a close, the large double doors at the entrance began to open slowly, creaking with the weight of their grandeur.Everyone looked up in unison as a powerful figure entered.Flanked by two guards who seemed even more imposing than Demetrius, the Overseer of Helikon, Thalor, strode into the hall.Rico's breath caught
