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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted 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
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Two
Oliver picked himself off the floor and wiped the dust off his body. He straightened his shirt before heading to his class room. After walking down the hallway for a few minutes he finally arrived in front of the classroom and he walked in slowly.Stepping into the class, Oliver found the students already seated and a teacher standing in front of the class. All eyes shifted towards Oliver the moment he walked in, and everyone all had a look of disgust after realizing who it was."Look would finally decided to join us." The female teacher muttered as she glared at Oliver in hate and disdain."I'm sorry..I had to run all the way here and then got into an accident." Oliver explained in a timid tone, and his head facing the concrete floor in shame."Of course, you lack money to use the public transportation. A trash like you can't even afford $5 to board a cab or an Uber? You are a disgrace, Oliver Beckett." The teacher known as Mrs Jane spat without holding back, and all Oliver could do
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Three
Oliver's eyes snapped open after hearing the words of the teacher, and the students spectating couldn't help but laugh at the distracing act from Oliver. "Go back to your seat, trash, you have no talent to be recorded." Mrs Jane spoke, glaring at Oliver in disdain. Oliver nodded sluggishly as he began to walk back to his seat with a heavy heart, and his eyes glued to the floor to avoid the hateful glares from his classmates.Oliver sat down on his seat and placed his head on the desk, unable to hold it in any longer, he let the tears flow, but tried his best to stay silent.The whole world changed after a rift tore open in a certain part of Earth, and powerful beasts that could use strange abilities flooded earth and plunged Earth into immediate danger. During the whole chaos, few individuals discovered that it was possible for them to tap into their inner core and awaken Talents. The few individuals who discovered it first were able to tap into their core and awaken different power
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Four
Oliver's eyelids began to lift open as he slowly regained consciousness. He picked himself off the floor and rubbed his head slightly."What the hell happened?" Oliver mused, a slight look of puzzle evident on his face as he glanced around his room. The last thing he could remember was him swallowing his medical pills,and then he suddenly passed out.."Was I imagining things, or was there this strange screen right in front if me even though I did passed out?" Oliver pondered. After blacking out last night, Oliver remembered this strange holographic screen popped up in his line of sight.While thinking about the screen, the strange holographic screen materialized right in front of him..[OLIVER BECKETT HAS SWALLOWED THE LAST ENERGY PILL][OLIVER BECKETT IS NOW MEDICALLY FIT TO INHERIT THE DIVINE TALENT][CONGRATULATIONS, YOU HAVE AWAKENED THE ULTIMATE DIVINE TALENT]Oliver glanced at the numerous screen popping up right in front of him, and none of it made sense to him."Just what is a
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Five
Oliver stood there in a fighting stance, his gaze fixed intently on the incoming gigantic samurai. The samurai arrived within striking distance and swung out its giant blade towards Oliver. Oliver saw the blade head towards him in an incredible speed, and he reacted by lifting his two daggers and stopped the blade."Too strong!" Oliver commented, his teeth gritted as he struggled to keep up with the samurai's strength and prevent it from cutting him with its blade. Unable to hold it any longer, Oliver let go and leaped a few meters backwards to create gap, but the samurai closed the gap instantly and swung out his blade towards him.Oliver managed to react by swirling his body to the side, dodging the strike by a a hair length. The samurai swiftly retrieved his outstretched blade and thrust it towards Oliver's chest.The blade moved through the air at a tremendous speed, and when it was only inches away from Oliver's chest, Oliver went low and rolled on the floor, causing it the miss
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Six
Name: Oliver Beckett Race: HumanLevel: 0Title: NullTalent Rank: BasicHp: 100/100Talent point: 100[ATTRIBUTES]Strength: 5Speed: 5Agility: 5Perception: 5Bravery: 5(Available points : 20)[TALENTS][ACTIVE TALENTS](1) Sprint Lvl 1: User is able to increase his speed by ten percent for ten seconds. 10 Talent points required for use.(2) ????(3) ????(4) ????[PASSIVE TALENTS]Regeneration Lvl 1: Critical injuries would heal up instantly as long as the Talent point isn't below 20.----------DAILY QUESTS]Run 10km Lift 10kgComplete 10 pushupsSleep 8 hours daily. (Reward: 10 attributes points)--------------[ARSENAL][ Intermediate chest armor gotten from the samurai ][ Intermediate helmet gotten from the samurai][Intermediate leg armor gotten from the samurai ][Intermediate blade gotten from the samurai]------------Oliver stood there, his eyes glued to the screen and his fingers rubbing his chin with looks of contemplation etched on his face."If I'm not mistaken, t
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seven
Oliver uncalled the armor, and it went back into his arsenal in a blink of an eye."I better complete the Daily quests and get the rewards so I can add more points to my strength attribute and get more stronger." Oliver concluded as he got down to the ground and began the pushups.Unlike before when Oliver struggled to complete only one push-up, this time he was able to do ten without breaking a sweat.[COMPLETE 10 PUSHUPS ✓]A notification popped up right in front of Oliver after completing the last push-up,and he went to the side of his room and picked up his wooden cupboard, lifting it above his head. He kept bringing it down and lifting it up continuously, until he received the notification.[lift 10kg ✓]Oliver then shifted his gaze to the window screen to see the rest of the quests."Sleep eight hours a day is what I do naturally, but right now I can't since it's morning already. And as for the last quest, I'll complete it when running to school." Oliver concluded as he glanced
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Eight
"I am afraid that won't happen." Oliver stood his ground and glared right into the eyes of Ken."What did you just say?" Ken questioned in disbelief."I said that won't happen!" Oliver responded.Hearing the words of Oliver, Ken's face became bright red in anger and he stretched forth his right hand, aiming to grab Oliver's neck. Oliver saw the hand heading towards him, and he took a step to the side, allowing Ken to grab nothing but thin air."I just dodged his attack easily?" Oliver exclaimed internally after preventing Ken from grabbing his neck."Hey, Ken, what's the matter over there? If he's not willing to cooperate, then make him cooperate!" Christopher voiced out right where he sat with his legs crossed on the table.After receiving the order from Christopher, Ken clenched his right fist tightly and threw it out towards Oliver's face. Oliver stood there, his gaze fixed in the punch traveling towards his face at a tremendous speed.When the fist was only few inches away from hi
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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
