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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Two
Oliver’s breath came fast. His chest rose and fell in quick gasps, his body trembling as if he had been running for hours. His heart pounded against his ribs like a drum in the middle of war, loud and strong. His hands tingled with energy, a strange power that coiled around his fingers like shadows, twisting and moving as if it were alive.All around him, bright warriors with golden wings closed in. Their shining swords cut through the air, moving like streaks of light. Their faces were calm, their eyes filled with power, as if they were not creatures of flesh and blood but made of the very sky itself. They were strong. Too strong. Oliver had fought them before. Again and again.He had died. Again and again. Every time, he had felt pain. A deep, sharp pain that spread through his body like fire, leaving nothing behind but darkness. His bones had shattered, his flesh had burned, his soul had unraveled. And then, everything would reset. He would open his eyes and find himself here ag
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Three
Oliver took a deep breath and stepped through the golden doorway.For a moment, everything disappeared.There was no sound. No feeling. No warmth or cold. No weight to his body. It was as if he had stepped into nothingness itself.Then, without warning—fire.It wasn’t like normal fire that burned skin and turned flesh to ash. No, this was different. This fire did not consume his body, but it tore through him all the same. It burned inside him, deep and painful, like something was being carved into his very soul.Oliver gasped and stumbled forward. His knees buckled, but he forced himself to stay upright. He looked down at his hands, expecting to see them blackened and ruined by the flames. But instead, glowing scars stretched across his skin, shining like molten gold. He could feel them—searing, permanent. His wounds had not vanished. They had not healed. Instead, they had changed, becoming part of him, forever etched onto his flesh.Pain throbbed through his body, but it was more tha
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Four
The celestial warden moved faster than Oliver’s eyes could follow.One moment, it stood across the golden chamber, distant and unmoving like a statue of divine judgment. The next, its golden blade cut through the air, streaking toward Oliver’s throat with terrifying speed. There was no warning, no sound—only motion and deadly precision.Oliver barely managed to twist his body to the side. The heat from the blade scorched the air, and even though it did not touch him, he felt the divine energy radiating from it. His skin burned as if the very presence of the weapon seared into his flesh. His scars—glowing like molten gold—flared to life, absorbing some of the force, but the sheer power behind the strike sent him stumbling backward.No time to think.His boots scraped against the polished floor as he dropped to one knee. The moment he did, the warden’s blade came down again, cutting through the space where his head had been just seconds before. The impact shattered the floor beneath the
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Five
The chamber was silent for just a moment, but then it exploded with movement.Oliver barely had time to react before the warden’s golden blade came down toward him. It was not just a simple strike—it was a force of divine energy, pure and unstoppable. The moment the blade touched the floor, the polished stone cracked apart like brittle glass. A deep fissure spread beneath Oliver’s feet, and the impact sent a powerful shockwave through the air. The sheer force of it made his bones rattle, but he refused to fall. He refused to show weakness.With a sharp breath, Oliver twisted his body, pivoting on his heel just in time to dodge the next strike. The warden’s blade whistled through the air, so close that he could feel the heat of its divine energy searing his skin. The pain burned, sharp and unforgiving, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to ignore it. He had been in battle before. He had felt worse pain.But this fight was different.The warden moved like a storm—unpredictable,
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Six
Oliver’s mind was hazy, like he had just woken up from a dream but couldn’t remember where he was. Everything around him was slipping away, fading like mist in the wind. He tried to focus, tried to understand, but his thoughts were slow, like they were stuck in thick mud. He felt strange. His body was there, but at the same time, it wasn’t. His arms, his legs—they didn’t feel like his own. It was as if he was floating outside of himself, just watching. But something was wrong. His ears still rang from the last battle. He could hear echoes in his bones—the clash of steel, the roar of power, the moment everything had gone dark. He had fought the Warden. He had given everything he had. But now… there was nothing. No battlefield. No stone walls. No air. Just empty space. Then— A force. It came from nowhere. A sudden pull, strong and violent. It yanked him downward, faster than anything he had ever felt before. His stomach twisted, and his body spun wildly, but there was noth
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Seven
Oliver’s vision went white.For a moment, there was nothing—no sound, no air, no sense of time. Just pure, blinding light swallowing the world. Then, as suddenly as it had come, the light cracked apart, shattering like glass. The battlefield slammed back into existence.And Oliver was falling.His stomach lurched as he plunged through the air. Wind roared past his ears, the force pressing against his body. He caught glimpses of the battlefield below—jagged cliffs, glowing rivers of molten gold, ancient ruins half-sunken into the void.Then—A Warden. Right above him.Its golden eyes burned like miniature suns. Its blade gleamed, raised high, a storm of divine energy gathering around it.Oliver twisted mid-air, his instincts screaming.The sword came down in a streak of light.He barely moved in time. The edge of the blade grazed his arm, searing pain ripping through his body. He clenched his teeth to stop himself from screaming as the heat spread like wildfire.He hit the ground hard,
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Eight
The explosion swallowed them whole.Heat scorched the air, turning it into a suffocating storm of fire. The ground beneath them trembled, cracked, and fell apart. Red-hot rivers of molten rock surged like wild beasts, swallowing the ruins into their fiery depths. For one single moment, everything was still. No sound, no motion—only Oliver and the Third Warden, trapped in that last instant before the world shattered.Then, the silence broke.A deafening roar burst through the battlefield. The force of the explosion sent Oliver flying backward, his body slamming into the cracked stone ground. Pain shot through him like lightning, his bones aching, his muscles screaming. His breath came in ragged gasps, each one burning his throat. Blood dripped from his lips, warm and thick, staining the broken earth beneath him. He tried to move, but his limbs refused to obey.Through the haze of pain and smoke, Oliver saw it.The Third Warden was still standing.Its once-glorious golden armor was cra
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Nine
Oliver’s body twisted as something cold and dark wrapped around him. A tendril, black as the deepest night, sank into his chest. It did not pierce like a sword, nor burn like fire, but pulled. It reached into him, deeper than flesh, deeper than bone, deeper than soul. He gasped, his breath coming out in ragged bursts of golden mist. His entire form flickered, the brilliant light that once shone from him now dimming under the crushing weight of the void.A voice slithered through his mind, slow and ancient. It did not shout. It did not growl. It simply was.“You are still afraid.”The Abyssal Watcher did not speak with lips. It did not move closer. It did not need to. The voice came from everywhere, from nowhere, from within his own thoughts. It was calm, patient, and unshakable.Oliver clenched his fists. He would not let this happen. He refused to be swallowed.A surge of light flared from deep within him. Celestial energy crackled across his skin like tiny lightning bolts. The abys
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Chapter Eighty-Eight
Oliver had been feeling as if his heart would be torn apart. The world shattered around him into something that did not make sense to him. Maybe he was falling but not like the fall from a great height to reach the ground; it was deeper, seeping more as if it fell into a storm of power. Light and Darkness swirled around, failing to win. It was something imbetween-something dangerous and unknown and it was Voidlight and burned inside him, transforming him. His body wasn't the same anymore. His soul wasn't the same. He could feel it. Then the fall stopped. He had a heavy landing as if his boots had come to a slam on something solid but when he looked down, he could not tell what it was. It looked like liquid metal but it was nothing moving. Instead, it bore him up, though it felt alive, humming underneath his feet. The air pressed in tightly and was heavy with power pent outside, full of electric and ancient something entering into his lungs. He was never supposed to be here. He kne
Chapter Eighty-Seven
The Fallen Angel stood still, barely moving. Its pale eyes, full of sadness and something like curiosity, stared at Oliver as if seeing him for the very first time. The tattered wings on its back twitched slightly, and the broken armor on its body made a hollow rattling sound as it shifted, even the smallest movement causing the pieces to clink against each other.The air around them felt thick, almost heavy, pressing down on Oliver's shoulders like an invisible weight. He could feel something—something unseen yet deeply present. It was not just silence. It was more than that. It was a feeling, a presence, like a storm waiting to break.Oliver’s heart pounded inside his chest like a drum, hard and fast. He tightened his grip on his sword, feeling the strange energy of the Voidlight Resonance coursing through his veins. It was unlike anything else—neither heavy nor light, neither warm nor cold. It felt like standing at the eye of a storm, where chaos and calm met, where destruction and
Chapter Eighty-Six
Oliver took a deep breath. The golden light of the throne behind him glowed softly, filling his body with warmth. It felt like a steady fire in his veins, keeping him strong. His heart pounded, but he stood firm, his feet planted on the bridge beneath him. The bridge stretched forward, leading into darkness.Then, without warning, the silence broke.A sharp wind roared through the air, colder than anything Oliver had felt before. It was not just cold—it carried something else, something darker. The golden light behind him flickered as if struggling against an unseen force.Then, a shadow appeared ahead.It was not an ordinary shadow. It was not something cast by light. It was darkness itself, given form. Slowly, the shape grew clearer, until Oliver could see the figure standing before him.It was tall, wrapped in armor that was once magnificent but now broken. The armor was cracked and covered in deep scratches, as if it had endured countless battles. Large wings extended from its bac
Chapter Eighty-Five
Oliver stood at the edge of the long, pale stone bridge. His body ached, every muscle sore from battle, but he ignored the pain. His breath was heavy, his heartbeat loud in his ears. He had come so far, fought so hard, and now—this was it. The final step.A gust of wind rushed past him, cold and sharp as a blade. His torn cloak fluttered behind him, its edges singed from the battle he barely survived. He tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, the knuckles of his fingers whitening.“Just a little further,” he murmured to himself.Slowly, he lifted his foot and took that first step toward the throne.The moment his boot touched the stone, something deep beneath the surface stirred. A low hum filled the air, a sound so deep and powerful that it felt like it came from the bones of the world itself. The throne, standing tall and unyielding at the far end of the bridge, pulsed with light. At first, the glow was silver, soft like moonlight. Then, it shifted, turning into a deep, molten
Chapter Eighty-Four
Oliver's breath came in ragged gasps. His muscles burned, aching from the long, hard fight, but he forced himself to keep moving. He couldn’t stop now. He had come too far. The air around him felt thick, heavy, not just with the heat of battle, but with something else—something unseen. It was like the world itself was holding its breath, waiting.He staggered forward, boots slipping on the blood-slicked ground. The battlefield stretched endlessly around him—bodies strewn across the cracked earth, weapons shattered, the sky a swirling mass of storm clouds. Somewhere in the distance, metal still clashed against metal, screams rose and fell, but here, in this moment, there was only Oliver and the path ahead.His vision swam, but he clenched his jaw and pushed on. The weight of his sword in his hand was comforting, grounding him in the chaos. Then, without warning, the battlefield was gone.No more blood. No more broken weapons. No more fallen enemies.Instead, a long bridge stretched out
Chapter Eighty-Three
As Oliver passed through the gate, he immediately felt the difference. The air was charged somehow, almost like entering the eye of a storm—the part of the storm where things were still, not where the winds howled and raged. But he perceived that stillness as a kind of cover for all that lay beneath: chaos and power swirling just out of reach, waiting for him.The voices began to recede. Before, they had clamored within him, a steady whine pressing against the edge of consciousness. Now they were whispers that did not depart from him entirely. A tempest thundered within his soul. Yet there was something within him that calmed. He had not fought through the gate; he had spoken truthfully and been allowed to pass. That carried weight. But he also knew, in his very bones, that the real trial came next. He started to look about. The realm beyond the gate was unlike anything he had seen. Day was neither here nor there; it was something in between. Flooding essentially with different glis
Chapter Eighty-Two
One moment, Oliver stood in the ruins of the forgotten city. The echoes of the demon’s parting words still rang in his ears, heavy with meaning, though he did not yet understand them. The next, everything vanished. The ground beneath his feet disappeared, leaving nothing but empty space.The sky twisted into an abyss, swirling black and white like ink spreading through water. A terrible force, something beyond his understanding, yanked him downward. It wasn’t like falling—it was worse. It was as if something had reached inside him and pulled at his very soul, dragging him into a place where nothing should exist.He had no time to scream.A cold unlike anything he had ever known enveloped him. It seeped into his bones, into his mind, into the very core of who he was. His body—if he still had one—felt like it was unraveling, as if he were made of nothing but thin threads being pulled apart one by one. His thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. He couldn’t tell if he was still himsel
Chapter Eighty-One
The world was breaking apart.High above, the sky cracked open like shattered glass, and a bright, strange light poured out from the wounds in the heavens. It was not sunlight. It was something else—something powerful, something terrifying. The ruins of the ancient city below trembled under its glow. Buildings, once proud and tall, stood in jagged pieces, their broken edges reflecting the eerie light from above. The ground beneath Oliver’s feet rumbled, as if the very earth was groaning in pain.Nadia stumbled beside him, her usually sharp eyes wide with disbelief. "Oliver, what the hell is happening?"Oliver didn't have an answer. He had no words for the sight before him, for the unnatural fracture in the sky, for the weight pressing down on his chest. The world felt wrong, like reality itself was unraveling. He reached for his sword, gripping the hilt with white-knuckled determination.Then, without warning, the ground beneath him shattered completely."Oliver!" Nadia’s voice was t
Chapter Eighty
The world was breaking apart.High above, the sky cracked open like shattered glass, and a bright, strange light poured out from the wounds in the heavens. It was not sunlight. It was something else—something powerful, something terrifying. The ruins of the ancient city below trembled under its glow. Buildings, once proud and tall, stood in jagged pieces, their broken edges reflecting the eerie light from above. The ground beneath Oliver’s feet rumbled, as if the very earth was groaning in pain.Nadia stumbled beside him, her usually sharp eyes wide with disbelief. "Oliver, what the hell is happening?"Oliver didn't have an answer. He had no words for the sight before him, for the unnatural fracture in the sky, for the weight pressing down on his chest. The world felt wrong, like reality itself was unraveling. He reached for his sword, gripping the hilt with white-knuckled determination.Then, without warning, the ground beneath him shattered completely."Oliver!" Nadia’s voice was t
