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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted
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In a world where strength rules, Oliver is nothing—a talentless outcast doomed to be weak. Beaten down and forgotten, he’s on the brink of giving up… until a mysterious system awakens within him. It whispers of power, demanding he complete dangerous tasks in exchange for strength. With every mission, he levels up, evolving from a nobody into a force to be feared. But the path to the top is ruthless, and the system has its own secrets. Will he conquer destiny—or become its pawn?
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Chapter One
"Damn it, I'm late for class!" Oliver Beckett exclaimed hastily while dashing through the street that was crowded with people going about their daily's activities. The morning sun was burning brightly, and Oliver's shirt was now drenched in sweat due to him running all the way from his apartment that school.He lacked the money to board a public bus or cab, so he decided to get to school the any way he's been doing ever since he resumed.Oliver kept bumping into people while running forward, and they kept raining abuses on him. But Oliver paid no attention to them, he was truly late for the test.After running through the street for several more minutes, Oliver finally arrived in front of the school's gate. He leaned his hands on his knees while panting heavily, and sweat trickled down from his face and dropped to the floor."I'm few minutes late!" Oliver glanced at his wristwatch with widened eyes before running into the academy's premises and began to make his way to his class.Whil
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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter One Hundred-Thirteen
The world around Oliver held its breath, as if someone had pressed pause on the universe. Even sound itself turned sharp and strange, like glass shattering in slow motion. He stood very still. His eyes were wide. His heart pounded inside his chest like a drum. His hands trembled. He was staring at someone—no, not just someone.He was staring at himself. But older. Stronger. Wearing black armor, like a warrior out of a nightmare. This future Oliver looked tired. His eyes were heavy with knowledge and pain. They faced each other, the past and the future. Neither moved. Neither blinked.And then—it happened. Azrael screamed. It was not a scream of pain. It was a scream of fear. An unfiltered scream of fear. He knelt, clutching his chest. His wings—wings that were powerful and terrifying, made of fire and heavy chains—began twisting inwards. They began to burn, but not with normal fire. This was strange, an inner fire.“NO!” he shouted. “NOT NOW—NOT WHILE HE’S WATCHING!”But it was alread
Last Updated : 2025-04-23System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter One Hundred-Twelve
Oliver's breath halted in his chest. His heartbeat raced, now pounding within the hollow shell of his ear. Glimmering from his skin, golden cracks appeared across his body, crackling like lightning. His chest heaved, and then - he gasped.A heavy pulse of light exploded from his heart. Suddenly, everything outside him was void. The space opened around him, revealing a dusky, endless void that felt as though time birthed itself apart, fragments of broken worlds swirling in every direction. He saw flashes of occurrences that didn't make sense-burned cities, laughing children, oceans on fire, and snow falling upwards. Lovers were apparently taking hands in front of something dreadful, almost as if time was making jokes at his expense. His eyes widened. They were different now and not their usual colors. Bright - white, pure, and blinding - the new eyes were no longer a person. He felt something deeper, something immensely beyond what he was.He could hear strange voices echoing from some
Last Updated : 2025-04-23System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter One Hundred-Eleven
Oliver held a spear tightly in his hands. It felt warm, almost like it was alive. At first, it just glowed a little—like a candle in the dark. A soft, golden light blinked gently, like a slow heartbeat.Then something happened. The spear changed. It didn’t make a sound, but everything around it felt different. The air shook. A strong wave of golden energy rushed out from Oliver like a big, invisible push. The ground cracked under his feet. The old buildings around him, already falling apart, broke completely. Towers fell down like they were made of dust. Black, sticky shadows that reached down from a scary monster in the sky were burned up. They disappeared like smoke when the sun comes out.Even the angels in the sky had to move back. They put their shining arms in front of their faces to block the light. Their wings flickered like small fires in the wind.But Oliver didn’t move. He stood still. He didn’t need to move. His feet stayed firm on the broken ground. He looked calm, even
Last Updated : 2025-04-22System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter One Hundred-Ten
Reality folded around Oliver like paper being crushed by invisible hands. It felt like the whole world was being turned inside out. His warframe glowed as the Ragnarok Drive powered up. He could see the Mirror Vault one last time before it all vanished. Azrael was flying, his chains forming again around his arms. The failsafe screamed, not like a voice but like glass grinding on glass, sharp and painful.Then—nothing. No light. No sound. No color. No air. There was no ground, no sky, no direction. Everything was gone.But there was a hum. A deep, low hum that wasn't heard with the ears. It was felt. It buzzed in his bones. It whispered in his soul. It was not a voice, but it was alive. It felt like the universe was warning him: something had changed.Then suddenly—impact. He fell into something that felt soft and solid at the same time. It was like falling through a thick cloud but landing on something like cold marble.Oliver gasped and opened his eyes. He was not inside the warfram
Last Updated : 2025-04-21System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter One Hundred-Nine
Azrael slowly stepped forward, his brows raised till they could raise the throne up to itself. It was huge, black too, right in the heart of the once vibrant battlefield. He squinted and whispered, "That’s not just a throne..."Out of nowhere, a jingle of light flashed in Oliver's vision. Suddenly, something new dropped on his HUD:[IDENTITY CONFIRMED: OMEGA CROWN.][FORCE IMPRINT: CLASSIFICATION—REALITY BREACHER.][SEQUENCE STABILITY: COLLAPSING.][INITIATING EMERGENCY FRAME REINFORCEMENT.]Slowly at first, the black throne began twisting upside down, and then like a falling star it slammed onto the ground with a force that sounded like any sound in a vacuum. The shockwave that followed erased it as if sound itself was being swallowed. A bright red glow spread out from the base of the throne, a ring of light shooting across the battlefield like fire racing along a wire.Azrael acted without hesitation. He raised his massive black wings and extended one outward. Dark fire erupted from
Last Updated : 2025-04-21System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter One Hundred-Eight
The wind was so icy, it genuinely felt like little shards of broken glass. The sky would have been blue. Instead, it was a cracked mirror with strange golden clouds drifting through the cracks. Below, the bridge groaned under heavy gusts.Then something changed.A new figure appeared from the mist.There was no walking done by it. It glided along. It moved like a ghost: smooth and sound- less. It was like a whisper on the air; no, like a shimmer on the face of tranquil water. In its holding, two blades rested.One was black-black; it was blacker than a shadow, black like the void between stars. The other was white-silver, shining with the brightness of lightning, sharp like a promise. And the blades sang. Not a song, a hum, dark and low, filled with coldness down to your bones. Michael was now on his knees and attempted to get up. His wings were weak, dancing like a candle under the wind. He groaned. When he coughed, light poured from his mouth. Then down again. Very hard.Oliver sto
Last Updated : 2025-04-20System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter One Hundred-Seven
Oliver stood on weak legs. The air was thick with dust. It floated all around him, making it hard to breathe. Each breath hurt. His lungs burned. His skin was scratched and bleeding. His arm had a deep cut. Blood ran down it, warm and sticky. He had lost a lot of blood. Too much. But still, his mind was clear. Very clear.In front of him, the Heart was gone. It had exploded into light and smoke. The tall spire that held it had fallen. Now it was only black rubble. It smoked like something dead. Something very old. And something very wrong had been inside it. Now that thing was free.Oliver could feel it. Watching him.The air around him felt heavy. Something was hiding in the smoke. It had no face. But its gaze was sharp. Sharp like a knife. It touched the edges of Oliver's thoughts. It crawled through his mind. Cold. Silent. Hungry.Then—A sound. Not a normal sound. Not the wind. Not rocks falling. It was like a breath. A long, deep breath.The stone under Oliver’s feet shook. Then l
Last Updated : 2025-04-19System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter One Hundred-Six
From the ceiling to the floor, the cavern was shaking. Dust motes and little sparks hung in the air, glowing like fireflies. Fragments of the battle still echoed faintly. Cracks curved across the charred walls, where pieces of stone and weapons were scattered over the ground like forgotten remnants of a story.Amidst all this, Oliver was lying sprawled on the ground. His chest was slowly rising and falling. Breathing, yes. Only just. He had survived through the illusion and to the other side of the trap, killed the strange mirror guardian, and survived the battle. It had now taken everything from him. His arms were heavy. His legs wouldn't move. His thoughts seemed to crawl towards him slowly, as though having to plough their way through viscous water. He had lost his sword. He remembered throwing it into the strange gate at the very last moment. It had been the sword he threw. He had seen the hilt disappearing into the light of dawn or early morning, or so he thought just a shade b
Last Updated : 2025-04-18System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter One Hundred-Five
The air smelled of orange blossoms and honey. For a long time, Oliver didn’t move. The sun warmed his face, and the wind was soft—like breath against his skin. A tree above him rustled gently, its leaves whispering secrets he couldn’t quite hear.He was lying in the grass. Real grass. Not cracked stone or ash-covered ground. Grass that tickled his arms. The sky was impossibly blue, like an ocean flipped upside down, and the clouds were like boats drifting with nowhere to go. No fire. No screaming metal. No sword in his hand.Only peace.He sat up slowly. His ribs didn’t hurt. His hands were whole. Even the scar across his chest, the one he’d earned in the fourth siege of Halron Keep, was gone. He touched his face, then his chest. Nothing. Clean.“Oliver,” a voice called.He turned.Azrael was walking toward him—alive. Smiling. That smile, that impossible, heart-breaking grin. His long black coat danced in the breeze. His boots didn’t crunch against the ground because there was no war
Last Updated : 2025-04-16
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