Chapter: Chapter 502: Effortless Cleave.The bell rang in the sanctuary, a deep, resonant hum that rolled across the grand structure like a wave.It was the signal—clear and undeniable—that the match between Oasis Volacris and Iren Booker had begun.At that very instant, the barrier around their massive battlefield flared to life.A translucent dome of shimmering azure energy expanded outward with a thrum, rippling like disturbed water.The air trembled faintly as the barrier sealed, locking the two young warriors inside a world of their own.Iren moved first.He slid into a stance with jarring sharpness, one foot behind the other, hands lowered yet coiled like a predator ready to strike.The morning glow washed over him—sunlight spilling over the battlefield, catching the edges of his cracked knuckles and the faint sheen of sweat glinting across his jaw.His hair fluttered behind him, stirred by both wind and the simmering aura gathering beneath his skin.He stared at Oasis, who stood hundreds of meters away.The distance w
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Chapter: Chapter 501: Freedom and Water.The participants of the first group moved toward one of the massive stone platforms, their footsteps slow and steady as if drawn forward by fate itself.The colossal sanctuary trembled under the thunderous chants of hundreds of thousands.The morning glow spilled over the horizon, bathing the sanctuary in a pale gold sheen, turning every weapon, robe, and strand of hair into something divine.Oasis walked among the group, his presence quiet yet impossorily heavy—like a blade sheathed but ready to slaughter at a moment’s notice.Iren walked parallel but a bit further from him, chest puffed out, trying to look fearless… but even from afar, one could see his stiff shoulders and the nervous swallow he failed to hide.A thin mist hovered above the platform, remnants of dawn dew evaporating under the heat of the rising sun.The murmurs of the crowd rose and crashed like ocean waves, waiting—hungering—for the first battle of the tournament to begin.Above in the general stands, Venak, Daku,
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Chapter: Chapter 500: The Sixth Round Begins.Next Morning…Kingdom of AurelionFlorentis City – Grand Sanctuary of GreatnessThe next day dawned without a single cloud in sight—a complete contrast to the violent storm that had raged the previous evening.The sky was crystal-blue, polished clear as if the heavens themselves had been rinsed clean.Yet the signs of the previous night’s rain lingered everywhere: droplets sliding down the sanctuary’s marble pillars, the scent of wet earth rising from the gardens, the faint shimmer of moisture still clinging to rooftops and banners.Despite this calm beauty, the atmosphere within the Grand Sanctuary of Greatness was anything but calm.After the conclusion of the fifth round, the participants were granted a long break—much needed, as many had fought battles that pushed them to the edge of life and death.Now, under the flawless morning sky, the sixth round was about to begin.Only 8 participants remained out of the original 256.But with Nova Sparrow still lying unconscious in the infi
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Chapter: Chapter 499: Troy of Lunar canals.Then Troy gazed towards Joy.And Joy Valentine felt a shiver pierce down his spine—sharp, instinctive, like the cold edge of steel pressed to bare flesh.At that exact moment, lightning cracked behind him once again, splitting the sky open with a violent white tear.The thunder followed instantly, so loud it rattled the soaked earth and made the battlefield tremble.More and heavier rain hammered down in relentless sheets, drenching armor, banners, and blood alike, as if the heavens themselves were bearing witness to something unreal.Joy turned stiffly, his breath caught in his throat.Troy hovered in the air above them, suspended like a phantom in the storm—cloak whipping in the wind, hair soaked and wild, one hand resting on the hilt of a blade.His eyes glowed faintly beneath the flashes of lightning, calm yet impossibly sharp, as though he were gazing through Joy’s chest and into his very soul.“Are you by any chance under the man by the name Baca Welvard, Lord of Tranquility and
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Chapter: Chapter 498: Undercurrent Pass.Around the same time as Zenon headed toward the city…North — Undercurrent Pass.The storm raged like an angry god, thunder rolling through the narrow valley while rain lashed down the rocky terrain.At the base of the jagged cliffs, skirmishes were underway—a chaotic, brutal clash of steel, mud, and blood.Vilnara soldiers mixed with Leyat’s forces clashed violently against the soldiers of the Genowa Region.The battlefield was a torn, muddy stretch of trampled grass, broken spears, and toppled banners.Bodies—friend and foe—lay scattered across the ground, merging with the mud as rain washed crimson streaks downhill.Despite the brutality of the fighting, here the enemy numbers were already severely thinned.Only about 300 Vilnara–Leyat soldiers remained.Genowa soldiers, once 1,000 strong, now stood at around 400, panting, wounded, yet determined.“Mmhh… we have thinned them significantly,” a man thought as he surveyed the battlefield.“But we also suffered a serious loss. I came h
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Chapter: Chapter 497: Aid from Lunaris.Welvard and Pengu didn’t waste any time.Both men leaped back in unison, boots splashing against the air from their aura as—if they had launched themselves off a solid platform—yet they were hovering, suspended several meters above the drenched mountainside below.Their hair whipped violently in the storm winds, their silhouettes tense and alert, eyes narrowed, hands half-raised, ready to unleash lethal force at a moment’s notice.Their auras pressed out instinctively, martial aura spiraling around them like coiled serpents.Something powerful was before them—no, something overwhelmingly dangerous.Slowly… painfully slowly…that silhouette began to take form.At first it looked like a shadow carved out of the storm—a tall, broad-shouldered figure standing firm despite the winds that threatened to tear the world apart. \Then came the glow: two blue eyes, bright as uncut sapphires, illuminated under the streaking lightning.The figure stepped forward, and the rain around him bent, pu
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Ascension of the Lost Soul
In life, he was an orphan, bullied and overlooked, even ridiculed by those he tried to protect. But in death, he transforms into a warrior destined to rise among the gods.
At just 18 years old, a young Filipino sacrifices his life to save the girl he loves from a horrific fate.
After being pushed from a towering construction site, he finds himself in the afterlife, standing before divine judges who will determine his eternal destiny.
Depending on his beliefs, he is sent to a heaven beyond anything he ever imagined—a realm filled with beings from various faiths and mythologies, from the golden gates of Christian Heaven to the battle halls of Valhalla and the majestic peaks of Olympus.
In this afterlife, power isn’t simply handed out; it must be earned.
Armed only with his determination, a mysterious system, and the haunting memories of his past, this young soul embarks on a dangerous journey.
He fights against powerful beings from different heavens and faces demons sent to torment the living.
Along the way, he meets people who inspire him to grow stronger.
Guided by the system he has received, he strives to ascend toward divinity, carving out his own path in a world where respect is earned through combat and power is claimed through effort.
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Chapter: Absolute resolve(2)Placing his hand on the stone, he envisioned the kampilan—a traditional Filipino weapon.Divine energy surged from his hand, wrapping around the ore as it began to shift and solidify, transforming into the weapon he had imagined.As it took form, he spoke with reverence,"I, Tiyaga, behold my weapon before the Creator Elohim and in the name of my Lord Ares. I name you Anito." The weapon shimmered as it fully awakened, a black blade with a lining of silver along its edge.The blade itself bore tiny white spots around the hilt, like stars against the night, and a short rope extended from the hilt, bearing the banner of Ares.Near the hilt, in delicate engraving, was the mark of Hephaestus, affirming its divine origin.The sight was mesmerizing—a weapon uniquely his, resonating with power and purpose, crafted through divine will.The weapon solidified in Rico's hand, gleaming with a faint, divine light that pulsed as if alive.Just as he marveled at Anito, a system display flashed befor
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Chapter: Absolute resolve(1)As Rico's voice rang out, his sharp command snapped his subordinates out of hesitation."Not enough wits!" he shouted, his tone filled with fiery resolve."Come at me already! If you flinch, you die!" They were in the thick of day two, and Rico's group was already dripping with sweat, their clothes, freshly washed the night before, now torn and ragged.Despite the exhaustion on their faces, there was a newfound resilience in their eyes, a fierceness that hadn't been there before.Some among them had begun to manifest the Shield of Fortitude, only to have it shattered by Rico's relentless strikes.A few dodged one or two of his attacks, proving their growth, while others were learning to evade more frequently.Anyone watching might have mistaken this for a real battle, as each trainee faced off with genuine intensity, pushing themselves to keep up with their commanding officer.Rico's taunts only drove them harder, silencing any fleeting thoughts of undermining him.Those harboring ev
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Chapter: Late at the party(2)Behind him, his subordinates, synchronized in movement, mirrored him, showing their deference and silently apologizing for their late arrival.The hall held its breath as the commanders nodded approvingly, acknowledging Rico's respectful gesture.The room, still silent, watched the display of respect, surprised by the discipline and unity they radiated.Rico's group had made a powerful entrance, one that would not be forgotten anytime soon.As Rico took his seat, Demetrius's sharp eyes observed him closely, a glimmer of intrigue flickering.Mmh…fascinating. I can still sense the faint residue of Holy Aura around him, he mused silently, his gaze assessing.Another commander across the hall noticed the same and exchanged a confirming nod with Demetrius,both struck by the rarity of what they were witnessing.For a novice-ranked warrior to wield Holy Aura was unheard of—it was a privilege reserved for high-ranking beings.Few possessed the strength and mastery to channel it, and for Rico
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Chapter: Late at the party(1)Huff! Huff! Huff!The air was thick with the sound of heavy breathing, each member of Rico's squad gasping as they braced themselves against the relentless training.Hours had passed with no breaks, pushing each of them to the brink as Rico, now armed with his Holy Aura, had sparred them into exhaustion.Despite his rank of Warrior (Novice), Rico's strength far surpassed his title, and it showed.He stood amidst his battered, bruised subordinates, grinning as he took in the sight before him.The training uniforms on most of them were torn, ripped at the seams or stained with dirt and sweat.Some even bore visible bruises, reminders of the blows they'd taken.They looked like they had just returned from a real battle—but this was only sparring.Rico had found something profound here.He had been bullied on Earth, labeled a loser, but here, he felt respected, valued, and at peace—a priceless feeling.His memories might remind him of his past life, but the present offered something great
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Chapter: Commander TiyagoA ding echoed in Rico's mind as his abilities settled into place.With his senses heightened by Battlefield Awareness, Rico watched as his subordinates hesitated before charging at him.He shifted into his stance, focusing on his Dance of the Evasive Wind and moving with fluid precision,sidestepping each strike with graceful, measured footwork.His reflexes felt sharp as he ducked a blow from Leonidas, spinning to deflect a kick from Callista with his arm, his grin never wavering."Come on! Is that all?" he taunted.Theron attempted a bold swing toward him, but Rico activated his Shield of Fortitude, absorbing the impact with ease.The divine energy around him seemed to pulse as the shield dissipated the blow, leaving him unfazed."Not bad, but let's see how you handle this."Rico's expression shifted to one of fierce determination as he activated Wrathful Strike Series,channeling his divine energy into a powerful attack, deliberately slowing his strike to test their reactions.His
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Chapter: Skill Acquisition(2)[Skill Acquisition Complete]New Active Skill: Divine Power GatheringDescription: A concentration technique that allows Rico to draw in divine energy from his surroundings, replenishing his reserves. When used in combat, it allows him to regain strength and infuse attacks or defenses with extra divine power, enhancing their potency.Effects: +25% Energy Recovery Rate during use, minor defensive boost while gathering.New Passive Skill: Divine ReservoirDescription: Enables Rico to store larger amounts of divine energy within his body, which can be accessed at any time, even if he is fatigued or low on stamina.Effects: +30% Maximum Divine Energy Capacity, improved endurance under divine-powered abilities.Attribute Boost:Divine energy: +30Endurance: +8As the information from Divine Power Harnessing settled within him, Rico could feel the steady, calming pulse of divine energy humming through his veins.It was as if he had tapped into a wellspring of strength, one that was now his
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