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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Twenty-Five
Oliver’s heart sounded in his own ears, pounding like a great drum, and he fled through the dark night as fast as his legs would carry him. He clutched Iris's little trembling hand tightly and was scared to let go. All around them, sounds of guns firing, angry voices, and the sharp clanging of metal were heard. The city below was crawling with every danger imaginable, and every sound reminded Oliver that they were hunted by death. The rebels were in a bloody battle, holding the enemy at bay. But Oliver knew their time was drawing nigh. The rebels would hold the enemies for a short time. They had to keep moving. Above them lay a sky blackened and cruel; not even a single speck of star would lend them its comfort. The city air was thick, dirty, and blanketing much like a heavy blanket."Iris, keep moving! Don't look back!" Oliver shouted, tight and petrified. He was almost dragging her along, eyes ever-searching their surroundings."But Oliver—""No buts! Just keep running!"Over the
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Twenty-Six
Oliver’s legs hurt so much, like they were burning. But he kept running, pulling Iris along with him through the dark, dirty subway tunnel. His feet splashed through shallow, cold puddles, and the air smelled bad and dusty, making his nose sting. His shoulder throbbed, the pain flaring sharper and sharper with every jarring movement. Yet he couldn’t stop. Not when death was so close on their heels.Behind them, The Reaper's voice still echoed, low and hungry. It sounded like a beast's growl laced with words. Every time Oliver heard it, his insides twisted with terror. He didn’t dare glance over his shoulder. If he did, he feared the Reaper would already be there, his monstrous grin spread wide, eyes gleaming with murder.“I can’t… I can’t do it, Oliver,” Iris whimpered, her tiny voice cracking under the weight of her tiredness. “I can’t run anymore.”“Yes, you can. Just a little more,” Oliver panted, his own voice trembling as he tried to keep it steady. “We just need to… find a place
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Twenty-Seven
Oliver's world turned fuzzy. A part of him urged him to move; to run. Yet, his mind physically moved even before his thoughts could catch up. His legs pumped with sheer terror, but there was something deeper, something colder, something stronger fueling him.He came up short when he took two breaths, but his heart remained steady in its beat drumming a furious rhythm in his chest. Every sense was awake-his ears picked the scuff of boots on stone, the heavy breathing of his enemy, the faint whimper from Iris who stood frozen in horror."O-Iris! Move!" Oliver commanded, steel cutting the air with his voice. But Iris did not move. It could not move-an unmoving body, wide eyes of horror, locked on a monstrous man probably headed towards her.Reaper's face twisted into a cruel smile, gleaming with malicious excitement in his eyes. His fingers were clawed, ready to tear through anyone who stood in his way. He looked like a beast in human skin, and that twisted grin only made him seem more u
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Twenty-Eight
An ominous tension hung in the air between them, a thick fog that seemed to squeeze and crush from all sides. Oliver was wound up, his body tense and all the nerves within him abuzz with energy provided by the System. Fire coursed through his veins, making him feel heavy and strong, fast and able-easily able to move faster and hit harder, all the while battling against Reaper. A few feet off stood Reaper, grinning with toothy glee. Dim light glinted sharp and wet off a smile carved from shadows. Glowing eyes hid something dark and twisted in Reaper's look, a kaleidoscope of thrill and malevolence. Arms were drenched in shadows, slithering and writhing across those appendages as if they were alive, clothed in armour forged in blackest gloom. "Try to keep up, little mouse," said Reaper, his voice low enough that it echoed, sending prickles of fear crawling over Oliver's skin. He lunged forward, blurring into shadows and fury.Before Oliver's mind even had time to register what was hap
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Twenty-Nine
Oliver’s whole body ached, every nerve burning like fire. His arms felt heavy, and his legs trembled. Pain tore through him with every breath he took. But even with all that pain, a voice echoed in his mind. It was the System’s voice, sharp and cold, cutting through the agony.[Emergency Protocol: Killswitch Activation Imminent.][Objective: Terminate Target: Reaper. Time Limit: 30 minutes.]A chill colder than ice stabbed deep into Oliver’s chest. The Killswitch... the very thing he feared the most. The System had warned him about it before. It was a horrible, last-resort mechanism that would destroy him if he failed a mission that was too important to fail.And now, it was counting down. His time was running out.He couldn’t let that happen. Not now. Not ever.He pushed off the ground with a loud groan, muscles twitching painfully, blood dripping from his mouth in thick and metallic strands. The world swirled around him, blurring and swaying as if trying to tear itself apart. But be
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Thirty
Oliver’s world spun like a misdirecting compass, and he couldn’t catch his breath. His legs were trembling and wobbling like jelly and threatening to give way, while his chest drew sharp, heavy breath. His hands wouldn't stop quaking and his knuckles pounded, split open and smears of dried and fresh blood from the brutal fight. Copper stuck to the taste buds in his mouth, but none of it mattered. He had won. Somehow, against all odds, he had defeated that monster-Reaper. For once in his life, Oliver stood there, numb and disbelieving. He stared at the limped form of Reaper sprawled amidst cracked stone flooring, and this weird, hollow feeling settled in his stomach. This feeling did not seem real. It's as if his mind still hadn't come around yet to the fact that he was alive, was on his feet, while his enemy lay defeated.He turned his head slowly, and there she was-Iris. Her large, shining eyes gazed at him, embodying both fear and relief. She stood absolutely still, almost fear
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
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Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Two
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,
