Damon’s eyes shone with a crimson light. He didn't summon his scythe, but he didn't need to. He unleashed his own mana. The room froze, petrified. The blast proof windows groaned under the sudden shift in air pressure. The golden halo of the God of Wealth hovering faintly above Kaito’s head flickered, overwhelmed by the sheer killing intent of the Goddess of Fate radiating from Damon's body.Kaito’s knees actually buckled slightly. He grabbed the edge of his desk to stop himself from falling over. Killian wasn't so lucky; the swordsman collapsed to the floor, weeping in instinctual terror."Listen to me carefully, Kaito," Damon said, his voice was level, but every single word felt like a physical blow. "You threw me to a boss monster. I survived. You sent assassins to my home. They died. You are bad at this game."Damon took a slow step forward. "I am keeping the S-Rank core. I am keeping my life, and if you ever look in my direction again, if you ever send another rat to my door, I wo

Damon froze. The old man hadn't even turned his head, yet he had deduced the lingering trauma of Killian severing Damon’s leg in the dungeon."Are you the teacher?" Damon asked, keeping his distance.The old man let out a dry, bitter chuckle. He reached out, his calloused fingers wrapping around the wooden practice sword. He stood up slowly, his joints popping."I am Jubei," the old man said. "Fifty years ago, they called me the Sword Saint of the War God, but I refused an order to slaughter a village of innocent unawakened. The God of War took my eyes, shattered my mana core, and left me to rot on this mountain."Jubei turned his scarred, empty eyes toward Damon."I was supposed to die," Jubei continued, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But a different God found me. She wrapped a single red thread around my heart. She kept me alive in this rotting body for five decades, just so I could be used for this moment."The crimson screen popped up next to Damon.[The Goddess of Fate is glar

Damon slowly stood up, running his thumb over the warm brand on his chest, before he could speak, the penthouse shook suddenly. It wasn't an earthquake. The blast proof windows reverberated as the sky outside turned a brilliant gold.The red chat box was overwritten by a global system announcement. The text was written in pure gold light, broadcasting to the retinas of every single high ranking awakened on the planet at the same time.[GLOBAL ANNOUNCEMENT!][The Sovereign Pantheon decrees that the hour of the gathering has arrived.][Event Triggered: The Constellation Banquet.]Damon’s eyes widened. ‘Kenjiro had said the draft was months away. Why was the System triggering a global event now?’[Description: The top 100 Avatars on Earth are hereby summoned to the Divine Neutral Zone. You will be pulled from your mortal realm to stand before your sponsors, receive your divine mandates, and prepare for the Sovereign's Draft.][Targeted Host: Damon Silverstar (Rank: Unregistered S-Class A

The golden light of the Hall of Sovereigns remained undisturbed. To the top one hundred avatars in the room, only a fraction of a second had passed since Damon was enveloped in crimson light. But the atmosphere had irrevocably changed. Damon Silverstar stood near the skewering marble pillars, his posture calm and relaxed. His eyes were different. Before, he had looked like a cornered wolf ready to snap. Now, after his trembling audience with the Goddess of Fate, his gaze was an endless, unreadable abyss.He didn't just have a cheat system anymore. He had a cosmic mandate. "Hey. Anomaly."A voice like grinding boulders echoed behind him. Damon turned slowly. Standing ten feet away, there was a mountain of a man. He wore red platinum armor that seemed to absorb the starlight from the ceiling. A large greatsword was strapped to his back, sulking with a thirst for violence.The blue system screen generated the man’s profile above his head.[Name: Gideon][Class: Warlord of the Vanguard (Le

The Aokigahara Rift did not welcome intruders. The moment Damon Silverstar stepped past the rotting tree line, the temperature plummeted, and the light of the setting sun was snuffed out. Above him, the canopy of black branches was so thick it formed a solid roof, blocking out the sky.The air was thick, humid, and smelled like damp earth and decaying meat. Miasma, a toxic nature of highly concentrated, stagnant mana drifted through the roots like a pale fog.The blue holographic system screen flickered as soon as Damon took his tenth step into the woods.[WARNING! Entering Unregulated S-Rank Anomaly Zone: Aokigahara Rift.][Spatial coordinates corrupted.][Map functions offline.][Warning: Miasma toxicity level is lethal to all entities below A-Rank Vitality.]Damon exhaled slowly. His breath plumed into a white cloud in the freezing air. His newly enhanced Vitality passively filtered the toxic miasma from his lungs, but it still left a foul, bitter taste in his mouth.The blue scree