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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Thirty-Seven
Oliver held Rachel close, his arms wrapped tightly around her trembling body. His own hands shook, not just from fear but from the strain of holding back his power. His skin was hot, like he was burning from the inside, but he forced himself to calm down. The air around them was thick and heavy with the sharp smell of burnt metal and ash. The fire he had released only moments ago had finally died down, leaving the destroyed remains of the shed around them.“Rachel... Are you okay?” Oliver’s voice was hoarse, his throat dry from the heat. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with worry. His messy hair clung to his forehead, and sweat dripped down his face. He was tired. So tired. But he had to make sure Rachel was safe.Rachel coughed weakly, her hand clutching his sleeve as if he was her only lifeline. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow. But she was alive. That was all that mattered to him right now. Her eyes flickered open, her gaze blurry and full of pain.“I-I think so...”
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Thirty-Eight
All of Oliver's body was screaming in pain. Every muscle burned; every breath was sharp, painful, searing through every nerve. But he could not stop. He would not stop. The towering giant in front of him left no possible hesitation, no moment of indecision.It was a monster unlike anything he had ever faced-a giant of fire and metal, its body made of grinding gears and sharp blades, constantly shifting like a living machine of destruction. The ground trembled as it stepped, and the air grew hotter with every move it made.Oliver had faced more than his fair share of enemies before, but this one was astoundingly different. It was power-how can one put it-absolute and unstoppable. The way it moved, how it adapted is not only a beast. It is far worse. A destructive force given a form. The titan raised one massive arm, the metal shifting and reforming into a heavy, thick blade. And without a second notice, it lowered."Move!" screamed his instincts to Oliver.His body obeyed before his m
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Thirty-Nine
Oliver's body gave out. Strange black spots crept into the edges of his sight, blurring everything before him. Every muscle in his body screamed in pain; his bones almost creaked with the great pressure above him pulling down.It was the titan's power—an invisible force as heavy as a mountain that pressed him against the ground. He could feel that force well into his bones, in the way his limbs were not moving. His arms were locked in place, and his legs were trembling from all the weight that was bearing down on them. He could barely keep his balance. If he fell now, he knew full well he would not be able to get back on his feet.Yet, Oliver refused to fall.All around him, the battlefield was a wasteland of fire and ruin. Solid ground was broken up and shattered into pieces, and fine, glowing cracks of molten rock slithered through the destruction as through fiery veins. The sky was a mass of stinking black smoke swirling and twisting overhead, blotting the sun's light while the air
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty
Oliver was already on the move the instant the titan began to stir.Then came the deep sound and rumble of a great disturbance on the battlefield as both rushed towards each other. The titan was an absolute giant—nearly twice his height—and the twin blades were suffused with an unnatural raw energy that crackled violently in the air. In a blinding split second, they descended upon him faster than lightning, slicing the air.CLANG!Fire exploded on his arms, bright like the sun, as he rode to intercept. Sparks flew in all directions on impact—metal against fire. Shockwaves coursed through the battlefield with the violence of their deadly kiss as Oliver was hurled backward. His boots dug trenches in the cracked and charred ground, but he did not fall.As soon as he stopped sliding, he darted forward.Now in a full sprint, the titan in his sights and molten fire lining his limbs, Oliver planted a flaming fist against the titan's chest.BOOM!Out in the air ran a wave in the impact zone a
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-One
Pain. That was the first thing that Oliver felt.Not just pain, but unendurable agony that poured through his frail body like volcanic lava—bones torn asunder; muscles screaming. He wanted to move his body, but his limbs simply would not comply.And that was when he came to a realization.He was falling.The winds howled all around him, ripping and tearing through his clothes and battering his skin. His vision was hazed; he was descending such that the world horrifically spun and twirled around before him in a feverish kaleidoscope of colors and chaos. With the battlefield coming upward to face him,Then— CRASH! With a thunderous clap felt across the battlefield, Oliver slammed downward. The very earth cracked underneath him, rupturing like a volcano erupting dust and fire toward the sky. His body rebounded with a bounce before sinking back down into the deep crater formed by the impact. Every single nerve screamed in unison, his head jammed with throbbing pain, the sight blurred but
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-Two
From the wreck, ripples of fire were emanating, creating the shockwave on the battlefield. Oliver stumbled back, gasping, sweat running down his face. His muscles cried out, emptied of every ounce of strength. But he managed it. He watched as the titan's core shattered into a thousand glowing shards. Victory was claimed by him. Or so he thought. The terrible machine should have been lifeless, but the fettered wreckage twitched and metal groaned. Something pulled the debris together with strange force; melted and molten jagged steel shifted like liquid. But metal was not all. Flesh. Actual flesh. Oliver almost choked on his breath. His jitters made him want to flee, but his legs were refusing his orders. His weary limbs trembled as some new form erupted from the cataclysmic scene. A new core pulsated-life. Entire. This titan wasn't just mending itself. It was mutating. The air grew heavy, unnaturally thick heat. The battlefield quaked under his feet. Where remnants
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-Three
The three titans emerged in the distance, huge as immovable mountains looming against a dark sky. They did not charge; they did not roar. They only watched.Their eyes—if they could be called eyes—glimmered a cold and unearthly light. Beneath them, the battlefield was all but ruined, shattered earth sprawling in all directions. They were not mere war machines. They were not mere tools of destruction.They were hunters.And Oliver was their prey.As he stood, a bead of sweat rolled off his temple, and his fingers clenched, flames flickering feebly at their tips. “So, this is it,” he murmured to himself. His breath was heavy. “You’re just going to stand there and look at me?” The largest titan, one that had somehow evolved more than the others, stood still. It neither cruelly barked an attack nor advanced. Instead, it slowly turned its head to the two titans beside it. Unbeknownst to the eye, an unvoiced command passed between them. A decision had been reached.Oliver felt it, that dis
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-Four
In a flash, everything stopped.The battlefield was filled with fire and wind, and the huge giants were fallen. Yet now silence was stretching to fill the emptiness surrounding the land. The air, once heavy with the scents of blood and burning magic, felt empty. Warriors stood frozen in place, weapons raised but forbore. Magic that had been flaring wildly flickered and died out as if the world had forgotten how to breathe. Even the wind was hesitant, at a stalemate between moving and being still.And somewhere in the thick of it, something had changed.Oliver was no longer just human.Living shadows curled, twisting around him, coiling like black flames alive and moving with almost a thought of their own. These flames, not ordinary in nature, flared as though fired internally, inside, as if devouring everything around them-light, warmth, sound. They stood heavy in the air, obliterating reality under its self-suffocating, almost cruel press, darkening the ground beneath Oliver's feet
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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
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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
