All Chapters of System Activated: Divine Talent Granted : Chapter 331
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CHAPTER 330. Blood and Thunder
The crowd had gone wild after Lana’s fall, but their cheers didn’t reach Oliver. All he heard was the low hum in his veins, the quiet, mechanical rhythm of the System pulsing beneath his skin.He stood in the center of the arena, chest rising and falling, eyes fixed on the upper box where Sikes watched. The air felt heavy, charged like a storm waiting to break.Billy’s voice echoed from the sideline. “Oliver! You’ve done enough! Step back before you.”But the next announcement cut through his words like a blade. “Final Round, Sikes Wilbert, Commander of the Iron Banner.”The arena erupted. Sikes rose slowly from his seat, his every movement deliberate, calm, terrifying in its composure. He adjusted his gloves, straightened his collar, and began walking down the stairs toward the ring. The crowd parted for him like waves breaking against stone. Iris’s face paled in the stands. “He’s fighting himself.”Billy swore under his breath. “This isn’t regulation. He’s breaking his own damn ru
CHAPTER 331. The Faction King’s Gambit
The echoes of the duel still haunted the academy. The arena stood cracked and silent, its once-bright barriers now flickering with broken light. Debris littered the grounds, and whispers filled every hallway. Some called it victory. Others called it heresy, but everyone agreed on one thing, nothing would ever be the same again.By morning, the academy had fallen into chaos. Factions accused each other of sabotage. Teachers argued over security protocols. Students gathered in groups, their eyes full of awe or fear whenever Oliver passed, and above all of it, one name echoed louder than the rest: Sikes Wilbert.The so-called Faction King had awakened from his defeat, and with his first breath, he demanded retribution.“He’s lost it,” Billy muttered as he and Oliver pushed through a crowd of students near the main courtyard. “He’s telling everyone the fights don’t count. That you cheated with some secret System link.”Oliver didn’t respond. His eyes were fixed ahead, calm but distant.
CHAPTER 332. Retaliation
The storm rolled in before the first strike. Dark clouds gathered above the academy, swallowing the morning light. The arena’s energy walls shimmered faintly, bending under the wind’s pressure. Every seat in the stands was full, students, teachers, and faction members crammed shoulder to shoulder, waiting.The air was so tense it almost hummed. Billy whispered from the sideline, “He’s walking straight into a thunderstorm.”Beside him, Iris didn’t speak. Her fingers clutched the railing, eyes fixed on the center ring. She could feel Oliver’s mana through the faint resonance still connecting them, steady but heavy, like a deep current beneath calm water.Then, the announcement came. “Final Duel: Oliver Beckett versus Sikes Wilbert. Faction Resolution Law invoked.”The crowd roared. Sikes stood at one end of the ring, his faction cloak billowing behind him. The insignia of the Iron Banner glowed faintly on his chest, threads of mana crawling like veins beneath the fabric. His expressi
CHAPTER 333. The Cost of Victory
The arena was silent long after the storm passed. Wind whispered across the shattered floor. The once-golden banners of the Iron Banner faction lay in ruins, trampled and torn. The scent of smoke and burned mana hung heavy in the air.Oliver stood at the center, surrounded by fragments of stone and steel. His uniform was ripped, his hands bleeding, but his eyes were clear.The crowd had already gone. The cheers had faded into whispers, and the whispers into fear. He had won, but he didn’t feel like a victor.Later, the academy’s infirmary was full of the injured. Students limped through the corridors, wrapped in bandages, whispering about the duel that had nearly destroyed everything.Some called it justice. Others called it madness. Oliver sat on the edge of his hospital bed, head lowered, a dull ache pulsing in his arm. Machines around him hummed quietly, measuring his vitals. His System display flickered faintly across his vision, repeating the same lines over and over:[Quest Co
CHAPTER 334. The Watchers
The academy had never felt this quiet. Days had passed since the duel, but the echoes of that battle still haunted every hallway. Broken tiles were being replaced, walls repainted, and yet no one could erase the scorch marks that scarred the arena floor.Students walked in hushed tones, their eyes shifting toward shadows, toward whispers, toward him. Oliver Beckett had become a story, a warning wrapped in legend.On the morning after the storm, he walked alone through the corridor leading to the administrative tower. His footsteps sounded too loud against the marble floor.A few students stopped and stared as he passed, their voices low. “That’s him,” someone whispered. “The one who took down Sikes.”Another voice murmured, “He shouldn’t even still be here.”Oliver pretended not to hear. He kept walking, his eyes fixed on the tall door at the end of the hall, Headmistress Kael’s office.Inside, the room smelled faintly of old paper and ozone. The walls were lined with screens display
CHAPTER 335. Initialization
The night after the duel, Oliver didn’t dream, he fell. He fell through the light. Endless corridors of shifting color stretched out before him, walls made of humming glass and static air. Each breath echoed. Each sound folded back into silence. He walked forward without moving. The floor rippled like water under his feet. Above him, lines of white code scrolled endlessly, each symbol pulsing faintly, like a heartbeat, then came the voice.Calm. Smooth. Not mechanical, but not human either. “Step beyond the world of witnesses.”Oliver turned sharply. “Who’s there?”No answer. Only the whisper of his own breathing. “You have seen the reflection,” the voice continued softly. “Now, become the traveler.”And then everything shattered. He woke with a gasp, drenched in sweat. His body felt heavy, his heart pounding so fast it hurt.The dorm room was dark. Moonlight slanted through the window, cutting a pale line across the floor. Everything was normal, except for the faint shimmer above h
CHAPTER 336. The Return to Silence
When Oliver Beckett opened his eyes, the ceiling looked exactly the same. Same cracks. Same faint hum of the dorm ventilation. Same half-open window letting in the pale light of dawn, but something had changed. The silence was different, heavier, like the air itself was holding its breath.He sat up slowly, half-expecting to see that golden doorway again, but there was nothing. Just the faint echo of the System’s voice fading from his memory: “Welcome back, Oliver Beckett.”His chest felt cold. His heart, too steady. No exhaustion. No ache. Only stillness. It was like his body had been reset.He moved to the mirror. The reflection staring back wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t exactly him either.There were faint lines of blue light beneath his skin, pulsing with every heartbeat. His eyes looked clearer, sharper, as if the world had been repainted.When he pressed a hand to his chest, he could feel the rhythm of something deeper, not just blood, but energy moving in careful, calculated cy
CHAPTER 337. Iris’s Resolve
The academy had changed again. It wasn’t loud or obvious, but anyone who listened carefully could feel it, a quiet current running beneath daily life. The walls whispered. The machines hummed differently. Even the air seemed to wait, and at the center of it all stood Oliver Beckett.Every day, his steps sounded heavier, his eyes colder. He didn’t mean to distance himself, but his silence did it for him. Students gave him space in the halls. Teachers glanced away. His power had grown too quickly, too strangely, and Iris was the only one still brave enough to stand beside him.She watched him that morning from across the training yard. He moved alone, fists wrapped, his strikes hitting the reinforced dummy with a precision that didn’t look human. Each hit sent tiny ripples through the air. He wasn’t even breathing hard. Iris folded her arms, trying not to show the ache in her chest.When she first met him, he’d been awkward, unsure, a quiet boy who couldn’t look anyone in the eye. No
CHAPTER 338. The Metallic Plains
The doorway appeared in silence. Oliver Beckett had seen the shimmering portal before, in the quiet of his dorm room, in the flicker of a System message, but this one felt different. It wasn’t light this time. It was metal. A circular frame of bronze gears hovered in the air above his desk, turning slowly, grinding softly like teeth chewing through time itself.The System’s voice echoed in his mind, calm and detached:[Zone Access Granted: Trial Zone 02 – Aurum Steppe.][Objective: Eliminate designated entities. Collect energy cores. Survival time limit – 60 minutes.]Oliver exhaled. “A desert, huh?”Billy, who had been dozing on the couch, jolted awake. “Don’t tell me you’re going back in already.”Oliver nodded, pulling on his reinforced gloves. “It’s the only way to understand it.”Billy frowned. “Understand what? The System or yourself?”“Both,” Oliver said. “They feel like the same thing now.”Billy stood, rubbing his face. “You’re starting to sound like one of those half-mad re
CHAPTER 339. Debrief
Morning came quietly, but it didn’t feel like morning. The academy always hummed with faint noise, footsteps, chatter, machinery pulsing in the walls, yet today, everything sounded distant. Muted. As if the world was holding its breath. Oliver Beckett sat at the edge of his bed, staring at the faint silver marks that still glowed beneath his skin. They pulsed in slow rhythm, like veins of light that didn’t belong to him. He had tried scrubbing them, even pressing ice against them. Nothing worked. They weren’t a wound. They were integration.[Synchronization Stable: 78%.]The System’s voice was calm, gentle even, as if it hadn’t just hollowed him out one layer deeper.Oliver stood, slipping into his uniform. His reflection in the mirror was unfamiliar, not monstrous, just, altered. His eyes reflected the light differently now, catching it like polished glass.He looked alive, but not completely human. When he walked into the hallway, whispers followed him like shadows. “Is that him?