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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifteen
Oliver’s fingers trembled as they hovered over the doorknob. The sound of pounding fists echoed through his small apartment, sharp and frantic. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, each beat heavy and uncertain. Someone was outside. Someone desperate. He swallowed hard, his mind still spinning from what had happened earlier that evening. The fight. The strange power that had surged through his body. The golden screen that had appeared in front of his eyes, changing everything. And now, this. Another urgent knock. Faster this time. More desperate. “Oliver, please!” a voice cried. “It’s me! It’s Iris! Open up!” His breath caught in his throat. Iris? He knew that name. He knew her. She wasn’t a friend—not really. Just a classmate. Someone he had seen in the hallways at school, someone who was always there but never close. She was quiet, never drawing too much attention to herself. Why was she at his door in the middle of the night? He hesitated for only a second bef
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixteen
Oliver turned to glance back at Iris, who was still leaning on the wall. Her knees were shaking. He had wanted to tell her that it was over and that they were safe. But the crawling discomfort upon his lower spine otherwise said no. He could still feel the system notification in his mind, echoing the words as some kind of threat: Severe Penalty. It hadn't mentioned what this might entail, and he didn't want to find out. "Iris," he said nearer to her. "Are you hurt?" She shook her head, still dazed. "N-no... just scared." He nodded, struggling to breathe. "We ought to get out of here. They might come back." A chilled breeze howled down the alley toward him, making him shiver. His eyes darted to the assassins on the ground—two still out cold, the others long gone. He felt a tingling sensation in his hands, a remnant of controversy, and his heart was pounding furiously. He grabbed her hand. "We can't stay here. Let's go." "But where?" she said, her voice taut with terror.
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seventeen
Oliver’s breathing grew shallow, his heartbeat roaring in his ears. The golden glow of Combat Mastery still clung to his limbs, but the newfound power did nothing to shake off the cold dread pooling in his stomach. Scar Jaw’s gaze was a jagged knife, peeling away at his courage with every unhurried step he took. "Iris, run." The words tore out of his throat in a ragged whisper, but her wide, terrified eyes said she couldn’t move. His fists clenched. Whatever it took, he had to keep her safe.Scar Jaw’s smirk widened, the slow clap of his hands echoing like the ominous toll of a bell. “Oh, I do hope you’ll put up more of a fight than that lot on the floor. It’s been a while since I’ve had real sport.”Before Oliver could respond, Scar Jaw vanished. One moment he was standing there; the next, he was right in front of him, fist already swinging.Oliver barely had time to react. His arms crossed in front of his chest, the impact sending him flying backward. His back slammed into a concr
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Eighteen
Oliver’s head pounded like war drums, each breath scraping his lungs raw. He tried to move, but his body felt glued to the ground, blood pooling beneath him. Damn it... He couldn’t just lie here. Not while Iris was in danger. Scar Jaw’s twisted grin lingered in his mind—the way his eyes had lit up the moment Iris’s power flared to life. That monster saw her as something precious, something worth tearing apart just to see what made her tick. Rage welled up within Oliver, but it was drowned out by helplessness. His muscles refused to respond—Combat Mastery was burning out, leaving him with nothing but pain and fading adrenaline. He strained to turn his head, just enough to see through the blur. Scar Jaw circled Iris like a wolf sizing up a cornered rabbit, his movements lazy, almost bored. Iris trembled, her hands still glowing faintly with that pale light, but terror swallowed her whole. “I didn’t expect a little bird like you to pack that kind of punch,” Scar Jaw sneered, his vo
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Nineteen
Everything hurt for Oliver. It felt as if his muscles were tearing themselves apart. Quick, shaky breaths filled with stale, cold air seared his burning lungs. His feet were leaden, yet he forced every step to stay upright and backward over the glimmering shards of glass and the shattered crates. Tiny stars of dust floated in the air. The rhythmic pounding of his heart almost made him lose touch with the dying echo of the chime ringing in his mind. Ping! A glow of clear text: [System task: Killing Scar Jaw. Reward: Skill Upgrade - Combat Mastery.] Cold dread gripped him. Kill? He felt a surge of adrenaline, but it was not fear; it was something darker and unrestrained. The system did not grapple with mercy or forgiveness, and neither was Oliver at the moment. But time to mull over it. No time to hesitate. Outside, a low growl slashed its way into absolute quietness, vibrating along the ground. Oliver's eyes flared at Scar Jaw a few paces away. The man was writhing and twist
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Twenty
Oliver opened her eyes and stared straight ahead, slowly beginning to realize that he had been trampled with a wild iron stampede. Every muscle in his body screamed with fluctuating pain. The worst spots were his arms and chest, which felt as if he had been trying to lift something which was way beyond heavy and now were torn and bruised.Slowing his eyelids as they felt heavy, more stubborn than lead, he finally managed to suck them apart. All opened up was just black. It was black and thick, as though black mud were clinging to his body. Everything looked like water from under-the-water, but even with his eyes open, it looked blurry.He realized he was lying on some hard and uneven surface making painful pressure against his back and sides. Wood, he guessed. The hard, rough-scratchy feeling rubbed against his torn clothes. The air was gross. It was thick with the smell of dust and something that had rotted, like damp old wood left to decay. But there was something else mixed in with
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Twenty-One
Oliver suddenly found himself awake. The sound of a war drum-like pounding in his head sent shock waves through his already-chaotic mind. Leaning back against the cold, hard concrete, he realized his wrists had been tied. The coarse cords bitten into his skin causing him pain.Where the hell was he?He blinked, trying to focus in the dim environment, with a shattered moonlight illumining the area through broken windows, while dust particles danced in the weaving air currents. The place reeked of mildew and rust. But that didn't matter; it was void of any other presence. No guards, no Iris.“Iris!” he croaked. His voice sounded cracked and weak. A vice-like grip constricted his chest with panic now.[New Objective]Like a brand with searing heat, the sudden appearance of the System's message imprinted itself on his mind: ["Clear the downtown hideout within one hour. Reward: $1,000,000; Failure: You will lose a limb."]His heart raced, the adrenaline rushing into his system. This was n
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Twenty-Two
Sad news, Oliver's head, which was heavy, had blurry vision in moving through the narrow and dull-insufficiently lighted hallway. His body, all of his body, ached. It was as if every part of him was metaphorically on fire burning away. His whole muscles had wounds across the skin, and he almost wanted to fall to the ground and stay there forever. But the System assigned him a task and he did it. Even though he accomplished what the System required, however, deep down he knew it was not the end.He reached the hollow end of the hall, finally pushed the creaky double doors open. Outside, the air cooled, but brought no heat relief to his burning body. The world outside the hideout was shadowy and messed up. Streetlights flickered across bleak sidewalks with a sick-sweet yellow glow, twisting and stretching shadows along their cracked pavement. He could hear distant sirens wailing like monsters in the dark. Everything made his head pound all the more."Iris said softly, 'Oliver, you're
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Chapter Ninety
Oliver lay flat on his back, the rough ground of the battlefield pressing against him. A heavy boot rested on his chest. It belonged to Caphriel, the angel who had just defeated him. Blood was on Oliver's lips. His ribs ached with every breath he took. But something strange was happening. The pain was fading. Not because he was getting better—though he was, healing faster than a normal person should—but because a different feeling had taken over.Cold.Not the cold that makes people shiver or turns water into ice.This was a deep, still cold. The kind that follows the end of something. The kind that fills the air after a scream has stopped. The kind that makes the world feel quiet and old and full of shadows.It was the cold of Death.The golden sky above, once bright and full of holy fire, had begun to darken. The light dimmed slowly, like a candle running out of wax. Shadows stretched across the battlefield like long fingers. And then, a new figure appeared.Azrael.His shadow cove
Chapter Eighty-Nine
Caphriel’s golden eyes narrowed as he stood high above, his tall, powerful figure glowing with divine light. Around him, the other Archangels remained still, their eyes locked on the battlefield below. They watched in silence, their massive wings barely moving, shining with celestial fire. None of them acted. Not yet. Perhaps they still believed this fight would end quickly. That the enemy before them was still beneath them. That he was still just a man.They were wrong.Oliver stood in the middle of the golden battlefield, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. The Black Star Art coursed through his veins, changing him, twisting his body into something beyond human. His hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the sheer force of the power surging inside him. The Voidlight flickered within him, a strange mix of abyssal darkness and divine radiance. It whispered in his mind, tempting him, urging him to let go, to surrender to it completely. The power was overwhelm
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
With great caution, Oliver moved, his body aching from the recently fought battle. The being had been powerful; its darkness practically enfolding him. But he had made it through, yet something within him seemed to have altered. The raw power inside him surged: free and wild, like the waters of a river ready to burst into a flood. This kind of power was something he did not understand, and it filled him with dread. Every so often, far-off whispers would call to him, voices from the beyond reminding him that he had not fully eluded.Nadia walked quietly at his side. Ever the stabilizing mountain while everything around them seemed to give way, she had been his one constant anchor, keeping him from drifting off to the unknowns. Glimpsing her dark hair in the back and feeling her urgency in the keenness of her gaze sweeping from side to side, he knew she moved like one who had been in many battles and had survived them all. Hmm; this went on for a long distance through the ruins, large
