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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 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
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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
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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,
