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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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Oliver stood still, his heart pounding in his chest. The darkness in front of him seemed to move, like it was alive. It wasn’t just a shadow; it was something much worse. The air felt cold, heavy, as if the darkness was pressing in on him from all sides. He could feel the weight of it, like a thick blanket suffocating the light.And then the figure appeared. It wasn’t like anything Oliver had ever seen. It was tall and thin, its shape hard to make out, like it was made of shadows and fog. It didn’t have a face, not really. But Oliver could feel it staring at him, its eyes hidden in the darkness."You can’t save him," the figure whispered, its voice quiet, but so full of mockery that it made Oliver’s blood run cold. "You’ve failed before. You’ll fail again."Oliver’s body tensed. He didn’t want to hear that. He couldn’t bear it. The pain in his chest grew stronger as the figure’s words echoed in his mind, over and over. The faces-the ones he couldn’t forget—flashed before his eyes. Ail
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-One
Oliver stepped forward, his foot lifting and crossing into the swirling lights of the Star Gate. As soon as he did, the world seemed to vanish beneath him. He felt a strange, cold emptiness as if everything around him was slipping away into nothingness. It wasn’t just a feeling—it was like the very fabric of reality was being torn apart. He gasped in shock, his heart pounding in his chest.There was a deep silence at first. A heavy silence, one that pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe. The air was thick, and the darkness stretched endlessly in every direction, like a giant, endless void. He couldn’t see anything. He couldn’t hear anything except for the echo of his own breath. He had no sense of time. Everything felt wrong.For a moment, Oliver thought he might be trapped forever in this vast emptiness.Then, suddenly, the silence broke with a bright, blinding light. It came out of nowhere, crashing into him with such force that he staggered back. The light was so bright, s
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty
There was no up. No down. No left or right. Only light. A rushing, roaring sea of white light.Oliver floated in it, weightless, like a leaf in a wild river. His body tingled all over, the memory of pain still fresh on his skin. He tried to move, but there was nothing to grab onto. There was no ground, no sky, nothing at all. Only the endless white.Somewhere close to him, Ailith held onto his hand. He could feel her fingers, small and tight around his. Her silver hair whipped around her face, flying in the invisible wind. She looked so small here, so fragile, but she didn’t let go.The white light pulled them deeper, spinning them slowly, like falling into a dream they couldn't wake up from.Oliver’s heart hammered in his chest, so loud he could almost hear it.Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Every breath he took felt thick, like breathing smoke instead of air.Where are we? he thought. What happened? Azrael...The image of Azrael flashed in his mind—Azrael, broken and chained, reaching
Chapter One Hundred-Nineteen
Oliver plunged through blackness, which oozed over his skin like oil. The world wobbled and roared, streaking colors merging into din. His lungs seared. His mind shrieked. Above him somewhere, Azrael's voice echoed, broken and distant, "You can't save me."Something morose slammed into him, stone-like. The impact rattled him to the marrow, expelling all the air from his chest. He briefly lay stunned there, gazing up at a vast sky rife with broken stars.Then— A whisper in an ear."You failed him."With a start, Oliver jerked upright, heart racing. This was no voice of his own. It was something different, something cold; heavy, a weight pressing down on the inside of his ribs.He stumbled to his feet on a slick and freezing stone, while mist coiled around his ankles, hissing and writhing almost like some living creature.Ahead of him was Ailith. Curled into the ground, silver hair hanging in disarray around her face, her body trembled.He staggered in her direction."Ailith!" Silen
Chapter One Hundred-Eighteen
The creature lunged. Oliver twisted aside at the last second, the thing’s tendrils ripping the air inches from his chest. He staggered, boots skidding on slick stone, heart hammering against his ribs. The Lost Name pulsed above the pedestal, so close he could almost reach it—almost.The monster hissed, a wet, tearing sound like rotting cloth being ripped apart. Its body flexed, stitched from old memories, broken laughter, whispered regrets.Move!Oliver dove forward, sliding across the cavern floor. His fingers brushed the pedestal—cold, humming, alive. The Lost Name burned against his skin, sinking into him like a brand, not hurting, but changing.The creature howled.Oliver turned, wild-eyed—and Azrael was there, silver fire burning in his hands. He slammed a blast of magic into the stitched-together nightmare, sending it flying back into the shadows.“Move, kid!” Azrael barked. “We’re not done yet!”Oliver staggered to his feet, the Lost Name singing in his blood. It felt right. Li
Chapter One Hundred-Seventeen
The ground was still shaking. The black rain poured harder, drumming against the broken houses like a million fists.Oliver stumbled as Azrael pulled him to his feet. His side screamed with pain, but he shoved it aside. No time.The cultists weren’t gone. They were regrouping, slithering back into a loose circle around them. Eyes shining. Teeth bared. The woman with silver eyes stood at the front, smiling wider than ever.Azrael tightened his grip on Oliver’s arm. His skin was warm—too warm, like touching a forge. His whole body flickered with silver fire, burning away the black rain before it could touch him."Move," Azrael growled. "No time to chat."They ran. Mud splashed up to their knees. The ruined village twisted around them, every street looking the same—broken, drowned, dead.Behind them, the cultists shrieked and howled, the sound chasing them like knives in the dark.Oliver gasped for breath, every step sending a fresh jolt of pain through his ribs. His mind raced.What the
Chapter One Hundred-Sixteen
The world was falling apart. Oliver felt it the very moment he stepped across the black fields.The ground under his boots was soft and wet, like stepping on rotten fruit. A thick fog hung low over everything, clinging to his skin like a wet sheet. The fog smelled bad—like old eggs and burning hair. Every breath he took made his throat burn. The air was heavy, like trying to breathe through mud. And with every slow beat of his heart, Oliver felt something even worse: a sense that his body was becoming less his own. Like the world was trying to pull him apart from the inside.Above him, the sky was broken. Thick gray clouds twisted and moved like giant snakes, fighting each other. Now and then, something like lightning flashed behind them, but it wasn’t the kind of light Oliver had ever seen. It was black and red, pulsing like a heartbeat.And from those torn clouds... the rain came. But it wasn’t real rain. It was thick, black, and sticky, falling in heavy drops like tar. When it hi
Chapter One Hundred-Fifteen
Oliver fell for what felt like forever. The Mouth had swallowed him whole, and now he tumbled through blackness. The air was cold and wet, like he was falling through a stormcloud made of ink. Strange lights blinked in and out of existence around him—red, green, purple—colors that didn’t belong in any sane world.Whispers brushed against his skin, cold and sharp. Remember. Forget. Belong. Break.He squeezed his eyes shut, but the words were inside him now, scratching the inside of his skull.When he finally hit the ground, it wasn’t ground at all. It was soft and pulsing—like the inside of a living thing. He groaned and rolled onto his hands and knees, coughing. Every breath he took tasted wrong, like burned sugar and rotting wood.Then he heard it. Ailith's voice. But it wasn’t strong anymore. It was thin. Fragile. "Oliver... get up."He forced himself to stand. His body ached. His muscles felt half-melted. When he turned, he saw her.Ailith was on her knees, one hand pressed to her
Chapter One Hundred-Fourteen
The world had restarted. Like a clock rewinding, everything moved backward before slowly beginning again. Time pulled itself back together, piece by piece, like broken glass being glued into one mirror. But even when it looked whole, the cracks were still there.Oliver lay on the ground. His back felt the cold, damp soil. His eyes opened slowly. The sky above him looked strange. It shimmered and shook, like it had been hurt. He blinked a few times, trying to understand what he was seeing. Something had sliced through the sky—a long, jagged cut—and even though it was starting to heal, the scar still shimmered with a strange light.The air smelled sharp and strange. Like old blood and burning books. Like rust and smoke. Oliver coughed and sat up, using his arms for support. They trembled under his weight. His chest rose and fell quickly. Every part of his body hurt. His hands were scraped. His knees were bruised. He felt like he had fallen from somewhere very high.He touched his chest,
