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All Chapters of Solo Ascension: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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Damon slammed the Halo into the Hexagonal Sentinel. The explosion was silent. A wave of absolute, dark violet nothingness erupted from the point of impact, washing over the Refraction Bridge. The Sentinel was unraveled, its crystalline existence turned into mana and fed back into Damon’s 72.0% synchronization.The white light of the realm faltered. For the first time since entering Solis, the survivors saw a shadow. Damon stood in the center of the bridge, his body smoking with a cold, violet frost. His silver-lead arm was now covered in jagged, white runes. He felt as if his heart were a piece of lead being forged in the center of a star.He looked back at the Kashima Maru. The ship was glowing with a faint, violet aura, the shadow Damon had left behind acting as a shield. Isolde was staring at him, her face a mask of awe and terror. She saw the brother who had just swallowed the sun. She saw the monster who was no longer blinded by the light."The bridge... is stable," Damon said. H

Last Updated : 2026-08-22

Eternal Sun (2)

"Fourth Form: Sovereign's Eclipse!" Damon swung the scythe in a brutal, vertical arc. The violet-black blade didn't cut the gatekeeper; it crushed him. The sheer conceptual weight of Damon’s status, combined with his humanity, acted like a hydraulic press. The gatekeeper didn't shatter; he was flattened into a disc of worthless metal. [Consumption of gatekeeper essence in progress...][Synchronization: 72.0% -> 72.3%] The other two gatekeepers merged, their forms melting and flowing together to create a singular, four-armed colossus of solar iron. They raised four hammers of judgement together, creating a vertical beam of white fire that reached to the absolute zenith.

Last Updated : 2026-08-23

Shattered Zenith

The Altar of Noon was a brutal, battered place of sentencing. As Damon Silverstar stood upon the diamond anvil at the heart of the Solar Forge, the conceptual weight of the God of Light’s presence began to liquefy the very essence of his porcelain skin. Here, at the apex of the Constellation of Solis, the air was a pressurized sea of holy fire, and every heartbeat was a transaction that Damon was losing.[Synchronization: 74.0% (UNSTABLE)][Level: 115][Condition: Sovereignty Rejection][The Overleveraged Executioner! Warning!]Damon’s form was a study in divine agony. His right side, the Goddess of Fate’s masterpiece, was no longer translucent; it was cracking, hot mana leaking from the fissures like molten glass. His left arm, the silver-lead limb, groaned under the atmospheric pressure, the metal turning brittle and grey. He was a creature of shadow trying to breathe in the heart of a star, and for the first time since the Necropolis, the weight he carried was not his own, it was G

Last Updated : 2026-08-23

Loom of the Abyss

Damon opened his eyes. He saw the grey sky of Earth. He saw the trees. He felt the absolute, crushing weight of his own failure. "I... dropped it," Damon whispered, a single tear of dark violet mana tracking down his cheek. The Goddess of Fate’s form manifested beside them, a towering, terrifying figure of crimson starlight. She didn't look like a goddess now. She looked like a vengeful spider. She looked at the Spire of Solis, still visible as a tiny, burning star in the daytime sky. [Goddess of Fate]: He thinks he won. He thinks he has won. He thinks the forge has refined the truth. But he has only given us the chance to build a better needle. Stand up, porter. The dirt is not your weakness. It is your anchor.

Last Updated : 2026-08-24

Loom of the Abyss (2)

There was a manifestation of the Silent Queen, her porcelain skin now warm and draped in the Goddess of Fate’s crimson silk. There was a reflection of the auditor’s handmaidens, beautiful and cold. They would tend to Damon’s wounds at night, their touch a mixture of divine healing and agonizing manipulation. They would bathe him in the cold mountain streams, their translucent forms shimmering in the moonlight, trying to lure his dirt into the purity. But the Goddess of Fate was always the center. She would push the images aside, claiming Damon’s tired body for herself. She would lay him on a bed of woven starlight and moss, her many limbs (both physical and spiritual) pinning him down. "You belong to the Loom now, Damon," she whispered one night, her mask r

Last Updated : 2026-08-25

Shriven Dark

Damon Silverstar stood in the center of a battered arena of jagged slate, his chest heaving. The obsidian-silk shroud the Goddess of Fate had draped over him was soaked in a mixture of rain, sweat, and the dark, viscous mana that now served as his blood.[Synchronization: 25.0% (ABYSSAL MODE)][Level: 50][Condition: Abyssal Adaptation][Status: The Shriven Porter]His right arm, the limb of Obsidian Ash and Crimson Fate-Silk, was no longer a foreign graft. It felt like a hungry shadow fused to his shoulder. It pulsed with a gravitational thirst, drawing in the heat and light of the surrounding forest and leaving only a cold, dead vacuum in its wake. His left arm, still leaden and scarred, was being slowly overtaken by the crimson threads, weaving the dirt of his humanity into the void of the Goddess of Fate’s design."You are still breathing like a man who fears the weight, Damon," Goddess of Fate's voice drifted from the shadows.She manifested atop a pillar of black obsidian, her f

Last Updated : 2026-08-26

Obsidian Graft

Damon lay strapped to a slab of volcanic basalt at the center of the shattered shrine. His chest was bared to the leaden sky, and his right shoulder, the jagged, cauterized stump left by the God of Light was a raw wound of flickering violet mana. [Synchronization: 40.0% (ABYSSAL MASTERY)][Level: 82 -> 90][Condition: Soul-Reconstruction][Status: The Hollow King] The Goddess of Fate stood over him, her form more terrifyingly physical than Damon had ever seen. "The starlight limb was a gift, Damon," she whispered, her voice a shivering harmonic that bypassed his ears and resonated directly in his soul. "And because it was a gift,

Last Updated : 2026-08-27

Shinen-Ryu Conversion

Damon moved through the remaining Echoes with a brutal, mechanical efficiency. He was a Porter clearing a path. Every strike with the obsidian arm left a Void-Trail in the air, a dark violet distortion that refused to fade.By the end of the month, Damon’s synchronization had reached the stabilized plateau of 50%. The porcelain cracks on his chest had been filled with obsidian ash, and his starlight hair was beginning to return as a deep, midnight indigo that drank the light.He stood at the center of the quarry, the water beneath his boots turning to ice from the cold mana, he radiated. The Goddess of Fate approached him, her many spiritual limbs weaving a cloak of obsidian silk around his shoulders."You look like a Sovereign of the Abyss, Damon," she murmured, her arms wrapping around his waist from behind. "The God of Light is watching from his forge. He sees the shadow growing in the mud. He is afraid."Damon looked at his obsidian hand. He could feel Isolde’s sapphire light in t

Last Updated : 2026-09-02

Shinen-Ryu Conversion (2)

Damon didn't swing the blade. He anchored the scythe. The wooden sword hit the black blade, and for the first time, Jubei’s construct faltered. The ground beneath Damon’s feet cratered, the mud exploding outward in a circular shockwave, but Damon didn't move. He had become the center of the world’s gravity. [Skill Evolved: Shinen-ryu -> Abyssal Shinen-ryu][Synchronization: 50.0% -> 55.5%] "Now," Damon growled. He twisted the scythe, using the hook of the blade to catch the wooden sword. He pushed. He channeled the 55.5% synchronization into his obsidian arm, the black glass glowing with a dark, mercury violet light. "Eighth Form - Reversion of the End!" Damon swung the scythe in a slow, he

Last Updated : 2026-09-03

Hunger of the Scythe

Damon closed his eyes, his consciousness descending into the void. He remembered the smell of the cold rain on the pavement. He remembered the feeling of being invisible to the world. He took every ounce of his human worthlessness and funneled it into the scythe. The blade began to change. The matte-black metal absorbed. The rusted chips flaked away, revealing a surface that was darker than the night, a Void-Steel that didn't reflect the orange glow of the magma. The sunset-crimson edge was replaced by a permanent, flickering corona of Dark Violet Flame. It was no longer a normal weapon; it was a devastating scythe. [Weapon Evolved: Severance of Destiny -> Void-Reaper (Sovereign Class)]

Last Updated : 2026-09-03

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