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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-One
Oliver gasped and opened his eyes.For a moment, he did not understand where he was. Everything around him was strange—too sharp, too clear, too real. He was lying on something hard and cold. It was not just any cold, but a deep chill that seemed to sink into his skin, into his bones. He could feel the roughness of the surface beneath him, every tiny crack, every uneven part of the stone pressing against his back. He could hear things too—things that no human should be able to hear. The faint sound of wind moving through a distant place, the soft crackling of unseen energy in the air, and even heartbeats—many of them—some close, some so far away they should have been impossible to notice.And yet, he heard them all.Something was wrong.His own heartbeat was missing.No. It was not gone. It was different. It was slower, quieter—no longer the steady rhythm of a living man, but something else entirely.He sat up quickly, breathing in deep, though he somehow knew he did not need to brea
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Two
Oliver’s body moved before his mind could even think. His instincts screamed at him to get away, to put distance between himself and the horror rising before him. He threw himself backward, landing hard on the cracked earth, his hands bursting into golden flames. His breathing was fast and sharp, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. Every muscle in his body was tight, ready for battle. His senses stretched beyond normal human limits, taking in every shift in the air, every movement around him. But nothing could have prepared him for what he was seeing now.The monstrous void entity crawled up from the abyss, and the battlefield seemed to shrink under its presence. Its body was not like any creature Oliver had ever seen before. It was not made of flesh or bone. It was not even made of darkness. It was something worse—something that should not exist. It was hunger. It was emptiness given shape. It was the void itself, alive and breathing.The air twisted around it, bending
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Three
The world was nothing but light and shadow, flickering in and out like a candle struggling against the wind.Oliver’s eyes opened slowly. His head felt heavy, and his thoughts were slow, like they were swimming through thick water. He tried to take a breath, but something felt strange. It was as if the air around him wasn’t real, as if he wasn’t real.Then, he noticed it.He was not standing on solid ground. He was falling.A gasp caught in his throat. His arms flailed as he tried to find something—anything—to hold onto, but there was nothing. Only the endless void stretched out in all directions. There was no sky above, no earth below, only an emptiness darker than the deepest night. And in that emptiness, there was silence—an overwhelming silence that pressed against him like a heavy weight.He should have been dead.The last thing he remembered was fire—his own golden flames wrapping around him as he stood on the battlefield, facing impossible odds. He remembered the screams, the c
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Four
Oliver’s heart pounded like a war drum. Each beat sent sharp pain through his chest, but he forced himself to keep moving. His whole body ached. His arms and legs felt heavy, covered in cuts and bruises. Blood dripped from his wounds, soaking into his torn clothes. But he could not stop. Not now. Not when the Celestial Beings were still standing before him, watching him with their glowing eyes.For just a moment, they hesitated. It was barely a breath, a blink of time. But Oliver saw it. And that was all he needed.He clenched his fists. Golden fire burst from his palms, swirling like a living creature. The heat made the air shimmer. He shaped the flames, forcing them into the form of twin swords—two blades made of pure, searing light. The fire crackled and hissed as he tightened his grip.With a roar, Oliver pushed off the ground. His feet dug into the cracked obsidian floor, sending pieces of black stone flying as he lunged forward. His arms swung, his flaming swords slashing throug
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Five
Oliver’s body felt weightless, drifting deeper and deeper, sinking into nothingness. He could not feel his arms, his legs. He could not even tell if he was breathing anymore.Then he heard it.A whisper. Faint, like the last note of a song carried by the wind."It is not over."His eyes snapped open. The abyss around him trembled, as if something vast and unseen had stirred. A tiny flicker of warmth pulsed in his chest—a small ember of light. It was weak, but it was still there. It had not gone out.Oliver focused on it. He held onto it with everything he had. The ember grew, pulsing brighter, feeding on his will. Heat spread through his veins. His body, once numb, began to take form again. Fingers, arms, legs—he could feel them now. He could move again.Then, the light inside him exploded.Flames burst from his skin, golden and bright. They tore through the darkness, burning it away like dry leaves in a wildfire. The void shrieked in silence as the fire pushed it back, and Oliver, no
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Six
Oliver’s world turned upside down in an instant. One moment, he was standing firm, his feet planted on solid ground. The next, something grabbed him. A strong, invisible force wrapped around his body like a giant’s fist and yanked him away. There was no time to fight back, no time to think. The world around him shattered, exploding into fire and chaos. Heat seared his skin, but the pain barely registered. Everything was moving too fast.Then came the darkness.It swallowed him whole, deep and endless. It was not just the absence of light—it was the absence of everything. No sound, no warmth, no air. Even his own thoughts felt like they were being pulled apart, scattered into nothingness. His body tumbled through the void, but there was nothing to see, nothing to hold onto.A crushing impact.His back hit something hard and unyielding. The shock ripped the air from his lungs, and bright stars exploded behind his eyes. For a moment, he lay there, stunned, struggling to breathe. His ribs
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Seven
Oliver's heart pounded like a drum in his chest. His breaths came quick and shallow, each one barely filling his lungs before the next came. He stretched out his arms, reaching desperately for something to hold on to—anything that might stop the endless fall—but his fingers closed around nothing. Only empty air.The silence around him was thick, heavier than anything he had ever felt before. It pressed against his ears, his mind, his very soul. It was as if the whole world had been swallowed by a great beast, and now he was trapped inside its belly, sinking deeper and deeper into the dark.Then, out of nowhere, a voice whispered."Welcome home."Oliver flinched. The words did not come from in front of him or behind him. They did not come from above or below. They came from everywhere at once. They curled around him like cold fingers, slipping into his bones, into his blood. The voice was not loud, but it filled the space completely, as if it had been spoken inside his very soul.His h
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Eight
Oliver hesitated at the edge of the ruins, his fingers curling at his sides. The figure had disappeared into the darkness ahead, their steps swallowed by the eerie silence of the forgotten city. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to turn back, to run—but there was nowhere to go. No way out.So he followed.His boots scraped against the stone as he moved, his breath shallow. The dim glow from the cracks in the ground flickered with each step, casting strange, shifting shadows along the ruined walls. The cold air bit at his skin, carrying the scent of damp earth and something faintly metallic—blood, perhaps, or something worse.The city stretched endlessly before him, an ancient graveyard of towering structures that had long since crumbled. Once, these streets must have been alive. Now, they belonged to ghosts."Keep up."Oliver flinched at the voice. The hooded figure had stopped ahead, standing near the remnants of a massive archway. Its jagged edges clawed at the sky, a silen
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With a loud sound, chains opened their way into the air and crashed against a sword that looked like a sword made of memories. The walls shook as they threatened to come apart. The strange glowing symbols on the walls flickered and sparked, filled with too much energy. Soul Lock, a powerful magic barrier, was closing, but somehow Oliver just managed to slip through.His body moved at a speed and velocity that no one could catch up with. Light dragged behind him like a tail. Every step he took evoked a memory: the first time he breathed, the laughter shared as a child, the old scent of his home, and the horrible screams once heard on a battlefield. Those memories glowed within and flowed onto his sword, making it shine brighter and sing even louder.The Binder, a most potent magical being, completed casting its spell.Then—stopped.Everything froze in the room-the fire curled in the air but moved not, pieces of stone floated without falling and even the dust stopped spinning. It was as
Chapter Ninety-Three
Oliver landed hard on the ground, rolling through the scorched dust and stone. The floor cracked beneath his body, and every bone in him begged for stillness-but the moment he opened his eyes, he knew rest was an illusion. They were in a different part of the Forge now-some inner sanctum buried deep in the crucible's bowels. The walls here bled fire from runic seams. The ceilings arched endlessly into smoke. Chains moved of their own volition like hungry serpents. And before them loomed a colossal gate-twelve stories tall, sealed with a lattice of glowing sigils and bones. Azrael stood nearby, eyes scanning the runes. "We've got maybe three minutes before that thing tracks us."" "The Binder," Oliver said with an effort to sit up. "You knew it?" Azrael didn't look away from the gate. "Everyone in the old wars knew it. The Binder doesn't kill. It archives. Chains your soul in a memory loop and erases your presence from existence. You become a story told by screams in the walls."He
Chapter Ninety-Two
The Spirit Gladiator Forge was not a prison but a crucible.The air was thick and heavy with the heat of memories, though not a memory from Oliver's own mind but echoes; ghostly thoughts belonging to the warriors that had walked through here before. Their screams seemed to linger within the very walls; their blood upon the dirt floor was still fresh in memory. The ancient symbols burned all around him, carved deep into black stone, glowing like embers—pulsing with a slow and steady rhythm—almost like a heartbeat. An enormous heartbeat. Sleeping. Waiting.Hanging by his arms, iron cuffs burned his wrists as if they were brands. His feet dragged along the ground; every breath felt like a blade against his lungs. Red spirit seals adorned his skin, whispering to him in dead languages, and caging his power like barbed wire.He focused. It was a painstaking effort; every few seconds, though, the pain would slip in like liquid mercury to drown thought.The Warden stood on the other side of
Chapter Ninety-One
The sky looked angry, like it was burning and bleeding at the same time. Clouds twisted like smoke from a fire, and the light was red, gold, and black, as if the sun had cracked open. The wind screamed, but not like normal wind. It felt like it had voices in it—old, angry voices that had been asleep for too long. They woke up hungry, tearing across the battlefield like invisible monsters.Lightning flashed across the sky. But this lightning wasn’t normal either. It wasn’t just white or yellow. It was strange—bright gold mixed with purple, and it gave off a strange smell, like the air right before a storm mixed with something ancient and scary. It smelled like fear.Oliver stood still, staring at the battlefield. The ground around him was black and broken. Smoke rose in the air. Some parts of the earth glowed red from fire. Other parts were cold and dark, covered in strange shadows. The ground was cracked and shaking, and in the middle of it all lay Azrael.Azrael wasn’t moving. His da
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
