2025-10-18 17:26:39Kael Ardyn’s chest burned. Frustration slithered through him like wildfire, licking at the edges of his patience. But his face remained a mask—stone, unreadable. If someone looked closely, they might catch the faintest twitch of his jaw or a flicker in his eyes. Beyond that, he seemed calm. Composed. A predator trapped in a cage, coiled and ready to strike, yet forced to lie still in the cold embrace of the cryo-pod.
“Host,” a voice slid into his mind, smooth, teasing, each syllable dripping with impossible confidence. “You’re just lying there, doing nothing. Shall I help sharpen your survival instincts?”
Kael pinched the bridge of his nose. His voice was low, sharp. “Sharpen my survival instincts? Explain. How exactly?”
“By transferring you into another dimension,” Lyndric Fayne replied, mock-serious, each word deliberate, “for a short but highly efficient training session.”
Kael exhaled through his teeth. “Training, huh? Fine. Training’s fine. But if we’re doing this, at least assign me a sparring partner. Make her… interesting. Beautiful. Someone with personality.” Sarcasm laced his words, but underneath, he was dead serious.
A soft chime echoed in his mind.
“Scanning nearby environment and host requirements… sixty-five percent match detected. Activating War God System mission mode.”
A holographic map unfurled inside Kael’s consciousness: a desolate planet, writhing with insectoid monstrosities stretching into the horizon.
Mission Name: The Blessing of Struggle (Voidspawn Edition)
Scenario: Frontlines of humanity’s relentless Voidspawn Swarm—one thousand years before their first invasion. The planet is crawling with the swarm.Objective: Explore and escape.Completion: Leave the planet alive.Failure: Death, entrapment, or failure to locate the escape.Reward: Special-Class Talent Skill.Penalty: Optional survival; permanent residence on insectoid-infested wasteland.Newbie Privilege: Voidspawn Survival Manual provided.The description faded, leaving an icy void echoing in Kael’s mind. Then a countdown began—three minutes, each tick reverberating like funeral drums in his nerves. Panic clawed at him.
“What the—this is the mission? No! Absolutely not!” he yelled, voice trembling. “I don’t want this! It’s insane! I’m an Arcane Mind Arts specialist, not a soldier! You’re throwing me onto a planet swarming with alien insects! Stop this, Lyndric Fayne! Stop it now!”
Silence. Cold. Mechanical. Unyielding.
“Once a mission is issued, it cannot be altered. As per your request, a strong-willed female character will assist you. Mission begins now. Strive, host, and aim to become a War God soon.”
Another voice, robotic and unwavering, interjected: “Host will now draw a Special-Class Skill.”
Inside Kael’s mind, a massive wheel appeared, glowing and spinning. Each narrow segment is a promise—or a curse:
Immortal Body
Heart of the Bloodthirsty Werewolf
Spatial Teleportation
Elemental Envoy
Iron Will
Kael’s stomach churned. “Stop!” he shouted inwardly. The wheel ignored him, spinning with indifferent fury.
The pointer staggered like a drunken arrow, hovering over Immortal Body. His pulse surged. Then it jerked again and finally stopped.
Reaper’s Eyeballs.
“Congratulations, Host. Special Ability acquired: Reaper’s Eyeballs (Beginner). Initiating transplantation…”
Pain exploded behind Kael’s eyes. Invisible but unbearable, molten orbs replacing his own. Blood ran down his cheeks. He thrashed violently, screaming, before finally daring to open his eyes.
The world had changed. Colors vanished. Monochrome stretched infinitely—desert, sky, shadows of unseen creatures. Even the interior of his vanished spaceship was now a hollow shell. Instinctively, his hand found the sunglasses dangling around his neck. Once on, depth perception softened, but black-and-white vision remained. Until his Reaper’s Eyes matured fully, color would not return.
Above him, a white circular gate shimmered into existence. Majestic, ancient, pulsing with light, it yawned open. Gravity, alive and conscious, tugged at him. His body twisted violently, flung through the void as if reality itself had snapped, until unconsciousness claimed him.
When he woke, the sun blazed mercilessly across endless white sand. At his feet… something unnatural. A human head. Detached. Stitched together like a haunted doll repaired obsessively over decades. Hollow eyes stared, lifeless yet judging.
The Reaper’s Eyes forced him to see stark contrasts: life and death, sin and survival. Beneath the sand, subtle movements hinted at creatures lurking, unseen but present. A harsh wind cut across the monochrome world. The gate hovered above, glowing.
Train. Survive. Become a War God.
Instinct screamed: run, hide, scream. But deep inside, a primal surge stirred. Clenching his fists, Kael let blood and sand mingle beneath the relentless sun. Lifting his gaze toward the gate and the horrors beyond, he realized: survival alone wasn’t enough. He would fight.
A rasping voice croaked, breaking the silence. “Finally! Someone came to save me! That boy Lyndric Fayne wasn’t lying—he acted fast!”
Kael froze. The head he assumed lifeless blinked. Mouth moving. Reflexively, he kicked it. It spun several meters away, shrieking: “Ugh! That hurts, you damned brat! How dare you kick your grandma!”
Six dark gray tentacles erupted from the jagged neck stump, thick as a baby’s arm, lined with glistening suction cups. They writhed, dragging the head forward with terrifying speed.
“M-Monster!” Kael stumbled, heart hammering. Legs frozen in the sand.
“Don’t move, boy!” rasped the voice. “I sense the aura of my disciple, Lyndric Fayne, on you. Far too strange…”
Kael’s pulse raced. “War God System—Lyndric Fayne! Is this really your teacher?”
Silence.
Swallowing hard, Kael stepped closer. “I’m Lyndric Fayne’s assistant. You said you were his teacher. What should I call you?”
“You may call me Grandma Stitcher,” the head replied sharply. “I mentored Lyndric Fayne in biomedical engineering. That boy… gifted beyond reason. Yet even he remains the only person I could never fully see through.”
Kael’s eyes scanned the monochrome desert. “What is this place? The Voidspawn swarm… everywhere, right?”
“My ship was caught in a cosmic storm,” Grandma Stitcher said grimly. “I escaped with bio-guards in a survival capsule. But it crashed-landed. Nighttime, when we arrived, the bugs swarmed immediately. My warriors fought, but I lost my body. Barely survived. Where is your ship?”
“I… don’t have one. Lyndric Fayne teleported me here,” Kael admitted shakily.
Her tentacles twitched, impatient, like living whips. “No ship? Then can you survive a planet full of bugs?”
“I was about to ask the same,” Kael said wryly. “I’m a psychology student, not a soldier. Combat ability… minimal.”
“What? Then why are you here? To die? You cannot protect yourself!” Grandma Stitcher shrieked, tentacles lashing.
Kael’s pulse slowed. Thoughts sharpened. “Wait… did Lyndric Fayne tell you anything before sending me?”
Her tentacles froze. “Hmm?”
“He said a strong-willed, unique woman would help me find a way off this planet. That’s on me.”
A harsh laugh rattled the desert air. “Fine. I’ll trust no one but myself. You, boy… you’re my errand runner now.”
Kael’s stomach tightened. “Do you actually have a way off this planet?”
“I might. But it won’t be easy. Day and night, we fight to reach extraction. Full cooperation—no hesitation, no whining, no running off.”
Kael exhaled, gripping resolve like a weapon. “Then… let’s get started.”
Tentacles lashed the sand, throwing clouds into the air. Shrill warnings screamed through his mind: Move, boy! The swarm is coming!
The desert seemed alive. Every shadow, twitch, ripple amplified. The planet pulsed with hunger.
The first monstrous bugs crested the horizon, moving with terrifying speed. Mercy? None. Kael swallowed hard, gripping determination like armor. One thought echoed: If I fail, no one survives.
Grandma Stitcher’s eyes narrowed. “One misstep, boy…”
The swarm advanced. The fight for survival—and escape—had truly begun.
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High above the jagged terrain of Dark Moon, the Celestial Dominion’s command room floated quietly in the Radiance Base. Elara Myrin stood at the edge, fists clenched, staring at the holographic display of drills burrowing underground. Around her, officers murmured, tension thick in the air. Everyone’s eyes were locked on the last drill. The one Kael Ardyn was piloting."Only one left," muttered a young officer. His voice wobbled just slightly, betraying his nerves."They won’t make it," another whispered. "Kael and the Ripper are strong, yeah, but a psychic-specialist Voidspawn queen at command level? That’s… that’s something else entirely. Rare, unpredictable, deadly. Untouchable, really.""Trust them," a third voice said softly. "There’s nobody else who can pull this off."Elara’s jaw tightened. The blue dot representing Kael’s drill inched downward, moving ever closer to the red dot that marked the queen mother’s lair. You could almost feel the room holding its breath.Below, Kael’
Chapter 156: Piercing the Death Defense Line
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The command room of the Glorious Base War Fortress hummed with tension. Ten elite squads of the Black Bat Special Forces had assembled, each one sharper and more disciplined than most armies could dream of. But that was just the start. Across the battlefield, the Star Alliance had deployed the same model of drilling machines at every fortress. Each one carried no more than five to ten mechs. Add it all together—two hundred elite squads, a thousand mechs—and you had a mission that would make even the bravest shiver.Kael Ardyn’s gaze swept over the massive machines. The metal gleamed under the fortress lights, polished so perfectly that it almost hurt to look at it. They were beautiful, in a terrifying way. Rare. Expensive beyond reason. Engineered for perfection. Every drill carried only a handful of mechs because the system couldn’t risk losing them. Only the strongest, the ones willing to stare into the unknown, were chosen.Commander Ripper s
Chapter 155: Manual Operation
Two hundred drilling machines crawled through the thick lower roots of the Doomsday Ancient Tree, diving ever deeper into the earth toward the coordinates of the Mother Worm at the very bottom. The ground vibrated with the hum of machinery, the air thick with dust and metal tang. The tunnels weren’t empty—not by a long shot.Somewhere deep below, the commanding-level Mother Worm sensed them immediately. Psychic tendrils slithered through the soil, probing every inch. It had learned to recognize threats: two hundred small, highly efficient drilling machines, each stuffed with Black Bat Special Forces. No hesitation. From the shadows, advanced Voidspawn surged forward, massive forms blocking the tunnels with terrifying precision.They were huge, fearless, and brutally strong. Claws ripped into drills, smashed into rear cargo compartments, and slammed against metal hulls. Sparks flew. Metal groaned under relentless pressure. The drills kept spinning, but the a
Chapter 153: The Final Battle
Glorious Base was alive with tension. The low hum of machinery filled the air, mingling with the sharp scent of ozone from circuits pushed to their limits. Every flicker of light from the holographic displays seemed to pulse in sync with the heartbeats of the officers in the command room. Commander-in-Chief Elara Myrin stood in the center, eyes sharp, scanning the projections that hovered above the consoles. She didn’t speak often. When she did, you listened.“Analyze the detection data. All three Voidspawn nests. One week. I want the Queen’s exact location and a full map of her nest,” she said, each word clipped, leaving no room for hesitation. Fingers flew across keyboards. Technicians moved with purpose. Officers shifted between layers of tactical displays like pieces on a board being positioned for the final play.Five days later, the intelligence division on Darkmoon Star sent back the results. Mission accomplished. Two days early. Exhauste
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Kael Ardyn sat at the table, moving his hand almost mechanically as he ate, though his eyes kept darting toward Elara Myrin. Two years of quiet admiration had built up in him, and now she was right there, tied to a pillar, rigid, yet radiating a subtle fire. Even in restraint, she refused to look small.The room seemed to shrink. Every breath felt heavier, every heartbeat louder. Silence pressed down on him in a way that made his chest ache. He felt a sharp pang of pity—unexpected, unwelcome—and with a soft metallic clink, he rose.The Ripper Woman’s gaze followed him, calculating and cold. Every muscle in her body tensed, ready to strike at the slightest misstep. She had rehearsed her words, imagined every possible reaction. Yet Kael’s next move left both her and Big Bear frozen.He walked to the bed, lifted a pillowcase, and gently draped it over Elara’s head, hiding her expression. Then, without hesitation, he returned to his sea
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