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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Thirty-One
Last bell and last run ended. His classmates hurried from the classroom, creaking chairs, and rustling books filled the air. Oliver was feeling that his heart would burst out from there.But Oliver couldn't care a bit about that. His head was still reeling from hearing that voice in his mind just moments ago. The notification, he was told, was an echo that didn't want to leave him at peace.He hasn't ever understood that it meant, but as all else has the feeling something very bad was about to happen this time. Very bad. His fingers trembled as he crammed his notebook into the backpack, trying to ignore that gnawing feeling under his skin."Hey, Oliver! Everything all right, man?" This was Billy Williams from his math class. The voice sounded casual, but the eyes dripped concern."Yeah. Just tired," Oliver lied, putting on a pathetic smile. There was no way he could tell Billy that he had just received a creepy message from the System. No one would believe it.Billy shrugged and grinn
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Thirty-Two
Oliver felt only fear the moment he pressed his back against the door. His heart raced; a million thoughts surged through his mind. And for a brief second, all he could see was the darkness. Somehow wide awake, his mind was desperate to catch a glimpse of anything in that blackness. The air was thick with dust, tangy and ancient, filling his inflamed nostrils, forcing him to cough. Gradually images took shape in his mind. He had stumbled into some janitor's closet, small, stuffy, and messy with mops standing against walls and bottles of cleaning chemicals piled on rusty shelves. Torn rags festered across the floor like a fallen tissue. In here though, he was safe-for now.Heavy footsteps echoed from the far end of the hallway, the regular clang of boots against the unforgiving floor sending chills up his spine. They sound slow but deliberate. These footsteps have all the time in the world as if they're sure he'll be found."Sector B, corridor clear. Proceeding to next area."The voic
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Thirty-Three
Oliver did not take a reminder.As soon as the announcement went through the intercom, he clenched Rachel's hand. Without wasting another moment, they charged out of the cafeteria like two huge animals running in a forest, their footsteps crashing through the cracked and dirty tiles, racing in a furious rush.Oliver's lungs burned and gasped for air still laden with irritating fumes. It constricted his breath and ached his chest, but fear was the victor. He was about to collapse, with legs he could hardly believe were still working; what kept him going now was terror. "Where are we going?" Rachel's voice trembles in broken intervals between gasps of breath. Her eyes were wide and wild, flicking about as if she were expecting something wretched to spring from its hiding place onto them."Anywhere but here. We have to get away from here. We have to get out," Oliver grunted. The roughness of his voice had all the qualities of having shouted, but he ignored the corresponding agony in his
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Thirty-Four
Oliver felt his heart galloping in his chest like a blacksmith's hammer, his very ribs aching with each possible thud. His body was still trembling before he could catch a breath with his lungs burning from the intake of cold air. The shed was murky and smelled of rust and rotten wood. His throat felt raw from his attempt at swallowing; blood could even be tasted on his tongue.He slumped against the rough wooden wall, hand pressed to splintered plywood on the way to balancing himself. His other hand gripped an old iron tube that he had jammed across the door handles as a makeshift barricade. It wasn't much-barely strong enough to hold against a real force-but it was the only thing standing between them and whatever was hunting them.Rachel sat opposite the wall, back against it. Breathing had become shallow and painful, her head bent low. The dark hair hung down the forehead drenched in sweat. The trembling hands had looked like his. All this made her tiny and fragile like an old lad
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Thirty-Five
Oliver’s whole body felt like it was on fire. His skin tingled, the heat from the spell still buzzing through him like tiny needles. He didn’t know how he did it—how he made that fire appear. It just happened, like something deep inside him woke up. But there was no time to think about that now.The monster was still moving.The huge metal creature staggered, its shiny metal plates bent and blackened where the fireball had hit it. Its face was made of dark, smooth glass, like a mirror that didn’t show anything back. It twisted toward Oliver, its emptiness somehow filled with anger. The sound of gears and pistons whirring came from its body, the noise rough and sharp, like someone dragging a blade over stone.“Rachel! Get behind me!” Oliver yelled, his voice shaking but strong. His whole body still felt hot and alive, like his veins were pumping with lightning instead of blood.Rachel scrambled to her feet, her eyes wide and filled with terror. For a second, she just stood there, froze
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Thirty-Six
The monster’s chest glowed with a bright, blinding white light, growing stronger with every second. It looked like a sun trapped inside its metal body, and the light was so bright that Oliver couldn’t look away. His heart pounded loud in his ears, drowning out everything else. He was frozen, unable to move or think—just standing there, waiting for death to reach him.Suddenly, a scream cut through the air.“Oliver!” Rachel’s voice was shrill and full of terror.Her cry snapped him out of his daze, and he forced his body to move. With a burst of adrenaline, he threw himself sideways just as a beam of white-hot energy shot from the monster’s chest. It tore through the air, burning everything in its path. The ground where Oliver had just been standing was scorched black, and the shed wall behind him exploded into burning splinters and ash. The whole structure groaned, creaking like it was about to collapse.Oliver hit the ground hard, his shoulder screaming with pain. He coughed, choking
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
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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
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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
