Damon felt the value of his right leg being appraised. The God of Wealth was buying his ability to move. In a heartbeat, his knee joint seized, the porcelain turning into a high-grade gold that was beautiful, perfect, and utterly immobile."You have come to collect, Executioner," a voice boomed from the golden walls. It was the God of Wealth, but he sounded like a choir of a thousand blasts at once. "But to collect, you must first be evaluated. You carry the Goddess of Fate’s silk. You carry the Porter’s lead. You are a very expensive anomaly. I think I shall turn you into the centerpiece of my collection."Damon gritted his teeth, his obsidian-gold eyes flaring with a fierce, human red. He didn't try to pull his leg free; he knew that the dynamics of this realm wouldn't allow it. In Aureum-Primus, if you fought the gold, you only made yourself more valuable to it. "Abyssal Circle!"Damon didn't manifest a gravity field. He manifested Bankruptcy. He channeled the synchronization power

The Sovereign’s smile vanished. He raised his hand, and a massive, jagged sword made of solidified gold appeared in his grip. It is Interest-Blade."Then you are a bad investment," the God of Wealth said, his voice turning into a cold, metallic roar. "And I have no choice but to write you off."The clash was elegant. The sound was like a world-ending transaction. The Gold Sword hit the Crimson Scythe, and the resulting shockwave vaporized the diamond pillars of the palace for miles. Damon felt the weight of the Sovereign’s strike, it was the weight of every debt ever owed, every promise ever broken for money. It was a strike of ownership.[Synchronization: 68.0% -> 68.2% -> 68.5%]Damon was being pushed back, his boots melting the marble floor. The God of Wealth was purchasing his resistance. Every time Damon blocked, the Sovereign would pay a portion of Damon’s mana to the void, effectively draining his tank while hitting him."You cannot win, Damon!" God laughed, his silver eyes fl

Damon Silverstar stood at the prow, a solitary figure of fractured porcelain and heavy lead.[Synchronization: 69.5%][Level: 113][Condition: Divine Burn][Status: The Hollow Needle]The Severance of Destiny rested in his hands, its sunset-crimson blade glowing with a fierce, unstable light. It had drunk the souls of two Sovereigns and the light of a Sea-Heart, and it hummed with a frequency that threatened to unspool the very atoms of the ship.The Goddess of Fate’s presence was absolute. She was a tidal wave of intent that crashed against the inside of Damon’s skull. Her starlight veil was his vision, and her silk threads were his nerves. Every breath he took was an act of her will.[Goddess of Fate]: LOOK AT THE EMPTINESS, MY KING. THIS IS THE SHRIVEN PATH. HERE, THE LIES OF THE DEEP AND THE GREED OF THE GOLD CANNOT SURVIVE. ONLY THE TRUTH OF THE LOOM REMAINS. WE ARE REACHING THE HIGHER CONSTELLATIONS. THE POWER MUST BE STRONGER. THE DIRT MUST BE PURGED.Damon did not answer. He c

Damon felt a sharp, agonizing sensation in his chest. The white light was reaching past the silk, past the lead, into the absolute core of his ego. It was looking for the knot that held him together. From the light, a figure emerged. He was a manifestation of the mirrors. He looked like Damon, but he was made of silver liquid and mercury. He had no Goddess of Fate’s marks, no lead arm. He was the perfect refraction of Damon Silverstar’s potential.The Silver Sovereign - God of the Reflective Void."Damon Silverstar," the Sovereign spoke, his voice sounding like a thousand bells ringing in a cathedral. "You have crossed the Grave and the Gold. You have carried the Dirt into the Silver. But you are a fractured image. You are mere synchronization of a God and remaining of a corpse. Why do you continue to carry the Lead? Is it heavy? Is it warm? Or is it simply a habit of a man who is afraid to be seen as he truly is?"Damon raised the Severance of Destiny. He didn't answer with words. H

Damon lunged at the first Avatar. He didn't use a divine skill. He used the flow. He caught the lightning spear with the hook of the scythe and twisted it. The solidified lightning didn't shatter; it unraveled. Damon concentrated the energy of the strike into his leaden left arm, the grey metal glowing with a dark, violent violet mana."Second Form: The Thread of Guillotine!" The crimson blade cut through the Avatar’s throat. There was no blood, only a burst of blinding white mana that Damon instantly absorbed into his porcelain right side.[Consumption of Divine Vanguard in progress...][Synchronization: 69.9%]The other two Avatars merged, their forms growing into a singular, twin-headed giant of fire. They raised their spears together, creating a massive, vertical beam of judgment aimed at the Kashima Maru."Damon! The ship is melting!" Kaito screamed from the bridge. The beam hit the iron hull, the metal turning white-hot. Inside, the survivors fell to their knees, their skin begi