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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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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
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
