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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Twelve
A massive red beam of energy shot across the battlefield, cutting through everything in its way. It was like a giant sword made of pure destruction, burning everything it touched. The ground shook violently as the attack roared forward, tearing through stone, earth, and even the air itself. The battlefield, once filled with scattered ruins and broken pillars, now became a place of fire and chaos. The blast left behind a deep, glowing trench where the earth had been ripped apart. Oliver barely had a second to react. [Final Burst: 5 seconds remaining.] His heart pounded. His muscles tensed. Move! He didn't think—his body moved on its own. With a desperate twist, he threw himself to the side, barely avoiding the beam. But he wasn’t fast enough. The searing heat passed dangerously close, brushing against his arm. His sleeve melted away instantly, turning into nothing but ash. His skin burned, sharp pain shooting through him. BOOOOOM! The explosion from the impact sent a
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Thirteen
Christopher’s body flew through the air like a shooting star, smashing through buildings, stone walls, and metal beams. Every time he crashed into something, the ground shook, and pieces of the battlefield flew in all directions. The force of his impact split the earth open, tearing up the remains of the city. Dust and debris filled the air, blocking out the light. The battlefield, once filled with tall buildings and streets, was now nothing but ruins and broken ground. But Oliver was not done yet. His golden eyes burned like fire. With one step—he vanished. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared above Christopher. His body moved faster than lightning, too quick for the eye to follow. Then— BOOM! Oliver’s foot slammed into Christopher’s ribs, sending him crashing straight down into the ground below. The impact was like a meteor striking the earth. A massive crater formed beneath Christopher’s body, the ground splitting apart in every direction. Waves of energy shot ou
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fourteen
His golden aura flickered like the last sputtering flame of a dying star. Only the echoes of devastation remained in the air, the land beyond recognition in scars. Altogether, an acrid stench of scorched earth interlaced with burnt metal assailed his nostrils; clouds of smoke twisted lazily above, tainting the air with blood that tasted of iron. His breath was shallow, weighed down by exhaustion, yet still he stood tall. Then applause kicked in— Clap. Clap. Clap. Hesitant at first, one set two, which summoned a dozen others. In no time, it burst into an all-encompassing roar and thunderous applause. Cheers erupted while the surviving cohort combined their voices into a din. Thunderous stomping rattled the ground. All students. All teachers. Even those who had withheld their approval earlier were on their feet, applauding, cheering, chanting the name of one man: "Oliver! Oliver! Oliver!" He turned his head slightly to survey the area. The same students who had once cursed him
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifteen
Oliver’s fingers trembled as they hovered over the doorknob. The sound of pounding fists echoed through his small apartment, sharp and frantic. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, each beat heavy and uncertain. Someone was outside. Someone desperate. He swallowed hard, his mind still spinning from what had happened earlier that evening. The fight. The strange power that had surged through his body. The golden screen that had appeared in front of his eyes, changing everything. And now, this. Another urgent knock. Faster this time. More desperate. “Oliver, please!” a voice cried. “It’s me! It’s Iris! Open up!” His breath caught in his throat. Iris? He knew that name. He knew her. She wasn’t a friend—not really. Just a classmate. Someone he had seen in the hallways at school, someone who was always there but never close. She was quiet, never drawing too much attention to herself. Why was she at his door in the middle of the night? He hesitated for only a second bef
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixteen
Oliver turned to glance back at Iris, who was still leaning on the wall. Her knees were shaking. He had wanted to tell her that it was over and that they were safe. But the crawling discomfort upon his lower spine otherwise said no. He could still feel the system notification in his mind, echoing the words as some kind of threat: Severe Penalty. It hadn't mentioned what this might entail, and he didn't want to find out. "Iris," he said nearer to her. "Are you hurt?" She shook her head, still dazed. "N-no... just scared." He nodded, struggling to breathe. "We ought to get out of here. They might come back." A chilled breeze howled down the alley toward him, making him shiver. His eyes darted to the assassins on the ground—two still out cold, the others long gone. He felt a tingling sensation in his hands, a remnant of controversy, and his heart was pounding furiously. He grabbed her hand. "We can't stay here. Let's go." "But where?" she said, her voice taut with terror.
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seventeen
Oliver’s breathing grew shallow, his heartbeat roaring in his ears. The golden glow of Combat Mastery still clung to his limbs, but the newfound power did nothing to shake off the cold dread pooling in his stomach. Scar Jaw’s gaze was a jagged knife, peeling away at his courage with every unhurried step he took. "Iris, run." The words tore out of his throat in a ragged whisper, but her wide, terrified eyes said she couldn’t move. His fists clenched. Whatever it took, he had to keep her safe.Scar Jaw’s smirk widened, the slow clap of his hands echoing like the ominous toll of a bell. “Oh, I do hope you’ll put up more of a fight than that lot on the floor. It’s been a while since I’ve had real sport.”Before Oliver could respond, Scar Jaw vanished. One moment he was standing there; the next, he was right in front of him, fist already swinging.Oliver barely had time to react. His arms crossed in front of his chest, the impact sending him flying backward. His back slammed into a concr
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Eighteen
Oliver’s head pounded like war drums, each breath scraping his lungs raw. He tried to move, but his body felt glued to the ground, blood pooling beneath him. Damn it... He couldn’t just lie here. Not while Iris was in danger. Scar Jaw’s twisted grin lingered in his mind—the way his eyes had lit up the moment Iris’s power flared to life. That monster saw her as something precious, something worth tearing apart just to see what made her tick. Rage welled up within Oliver, but it was drowned out by helplessness. His muscles refused to respond—Combat Mastery was burning out, leaving him with nothing but pain and fading adrenaline. He strained to turn his head, just enough to see through the blur. Scar Jaw circled Iris like a wolf sizing up a cornered rabbit, his movements lazy, almost bored. Iris trembled, her hands still glowing faintly with that pale light, but terror swallowed her whole. “I didn’t expect a little bird like you to pack that kind of punch,” Scar Jaw sneered, his vo
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Nineteen
Everything hurt for Oliver. It felt as if his muscles were tearing themselves apart. Quick, shaky breaths filled with stale, cold air seared his burning lungs. His feet were leaden, yet he forced every step to stay upright and backward over the glimmering shards of glass and the shattered crates. Tiny stars of dust floated in the air. The rhythmic pounding of his heart almost made him lose touch with the dying echo of the chime ringing in his mind. Ping! A glow of clear text: [System task: Killing Scar Jaw. Reward: Skill Upgrade - Combat Mastery.] Cold dread gripped him. Kill? He felt a surge of adrenaline, but it was not fear; it was something darker and unrestrained. The system did not grapple with mercy or forgiveness, and neither was Oliver at the moment. But time to mull over it. No time to hesitate. Outside, a low growl slashed its way into absolute quietness, vibrating along the ground. Oliver's eyes flared at Scar Jaw a few paces away. The man was writhing and twist
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The ground under Oliver’s boots was strange. It wasn’t hard like stone anymore. It felt soft, like walking on an old sponge. It moved a little when he stepped, almost like it was breathing.Oliver’s heartbeat was so loud in his ears that he could barely hear anything else. His hands were shaking, but he kept walking. He knew he couldn’t stop, no matter how scared he was.Ahead of him, Ailith walked slowly. Her long silver hair shone faintly in the dark, making strange, thin shadows stretch out on the walls. The light around her wasn’t bright, but it was enough for Oliver to see the path.Behind him, Seren followed. Seren didn’t make a sound. It was like he was a ghost, barely touching the ground.As they walked deeper, the air grew colder. The whispers around them became louder too. At first, the whispers had sounded like random words, a hundred different voices talking at once. But now, Oliver was beginning to understand something. The voices weren’t just random. They were saying nam
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The mist was thick, clinging to Oliver’s skin like wet cobwebs. It wrapped around his arms and legs as if trying to hold him back. Each step he took felt harder than the last. His boots squished in the muddy ground, making soft, wet noises. His coat was heavy with rain, sticking to his body and making him shiver.Beside him, Ailith moved quietly. She barely made a sound, slipping through the mist like a shadow. Her silver hair floated behind her, catching what little light there was.Neither of them said a word for a long time. Only the sound of their footsteps and the rain filled the air. The ruins they left behind grew smaller and smaller, swallowed up by the mist.Oliver stared ahead, trying to see through the thick white fog. His heart was heavy in his chest. His mind was still full of the things they had seen inside the ruins—the mirror, the terrible truths, the faces he wanted to forget but couldn’t.Then, something changed.At first, it was only a soft humming sound. It was low
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The rain came hard the next morning, cold like sharp knives against Oliver’s skin. It was not a gentle rain—it was angry and wild, soaking through his thick brown coat in just a few minutes. The water dripped from his hair and trickled down his neck, making him shiver. He pulled the collar of his coat up as high as it would go and lowered his head against the wind. His boots slipped and slid in the mud as he walked forward on the broken road. His fingers were numb from the cold.Winterfell’s crumbling outskirts stretched out around him. The houses here were half-fallen, their roofs caved in, their walls leaning like tired old men. Weeds and vines twisted up through the cracks. The sky above was heavy and gray, almost pressing down on him.Each step felt harder than the last. Oliver’s legs ached, and the cold seeped deep into his bones. Still, he kept walking. He had to.Ahead, standing under the broken arch of what had once been a grand cathedral gate, was Ailith. She looked like a s
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Oliver awoke with a start, gasping for air as if he'd just surfaced from a deep ocean. His sheets were tangled around his body, cold sweat clinging to his skin. The room was dim, the early light barely filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows that made the walls feel alive.He blinked, his mind struggling to catch up with reality. For a moment, everything seemed normal—safe. But something felt off. His heart beat harder, faster, like it had just been jolted awake too.“What... was that dream?” He wondered. It was more than a dream, though. It felt like a memory, a vision, something ancient and terrifying. He remembered the dark presence of Illyr-Kai, his mocking laughter, the weight of the world crashing down on him. Hhe could still hear the hunger. It whispered to him even now.You will serve me, it said. You will feed me.Oliver shivered, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders. He stared at the ceiling, hiss breath coming in quick bursts. It was a feeling she'd
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Two
Oliver stood still, his heart pounding in his chest. The darkness in front of him seemed to move, like it was alive. It wasn’t just a shadow; it was something much worse. The air felt cold, heavy, as if the darkness was pressing in on him from all sides. He could feel the weight of it, like a thick blanket suffocating the light.And then the figure appeared. It wasn’t like anything Oliver had ever seen. It was tall and thin, its shape hard to make out, like it was made of shadows and fog. It didn’t have a face, not really. But Oliver could feel it staring at him, its eyes hidden in the darkness."You can’t save him," the figure whispered, its voice quiet, but so full of mockery that it made Oliver’s blood run cold. "You’ve failed before. You’ll fail again."Oliver’s body tensed. He didn’t want to hear that. He couldn’t bear it. The pain in his chest grew stronger as the figure’s words echoed in his mind, over and over. The faces-the ones he couldn’t forget—flashed before his eyes. Ail
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Oliver stepped forward, his foot lifting and crossing into the swirling lights of the Star Gate. As soon as he did, the world seemed to vanish beneath him. He felt a strange, cold emptiness as if everything around him was slipping away into nothingness. It wasn’t just a feeling—it was like the very fabric of reality was being torn apart. He gasped in shock, his heart pounding in his chest.There was a deep silence at first. A heavy silence, one that pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe. The air was thick, and the darkness stretched endlessly in every direction, like a giant, endless void. He couldn’t see anything. He couldn’t hear anything except for the echo of his own breath. He had no sense of time. Everything felt wrong.For a moment, Oliver thought he might be trapped forever in this vast emptiness.Then, suddenly, the silence broke with a bright, blinding light. It came out of nowhere, crashing into him with such force that he staggered back. The light was so bright, s
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty
There was no up. No down. No left or right. Only light. A rushing, roaring sea of white light.Oliver floated in it, weightless, like a leaf in a wild river. His body tingled all over, the memory of pain still fresh on his skin. He tried to move, but there was nothing to grab onto. There was no ground, no sky, nothing at all. Only the endless white.Somewhere close to him, Ailith held onto his hand. He could feel her fingers, small and tight around his. Her silver hair whipped around her face, flying in the invisible wind. She looked so small here, so fragile, but she didn’t let go.The white light pulled them deeper, spinning them slowly, like falling into a dream they couldn't wake up from.Oliver’s heart hammered in his chest, so loud he could almost hear it.Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Every breath he took felt thick, like breathing smoke instead of air.Where are we? he thought. What happened? Azrael...The image of Azrael flashed in his mind—Azrael, broken and chained, reaching
Chapter One Hundred-Nineteen
Oliver plunged through blackness, which oozed over his skin like oil. The world wobbled and roared, streaking colors merging into din. His lungs seared. His mind shrieked. Above him somewhere, Azrael's voice echoed, broken and distant, "You can't save me."Something morose slammed into him, stone-like. The impact rattled him to the marrow, expelling all the air from his chest. He briefly lay stunned there, gazing up at a vast sky rife with broken stars.Then— A whisper in an ear."You failed him."With a start, Oliver jerked upright, heart racing. This was no voice of his own. It was something different, something cold; heavy, a weight pressing down on the inside of his ribs.He stumbled to his feet on a slick and freezing stone, while mist coiled around his ankles, hissing and writhing almost like some living creature.Ahead of him was Ailith. Curled into the ground, silver hair hanging in disarray around her face, her body trembled.He staggered in her direction."Ailith!" Silen
Chapter One Hundred-Eighteen
The creature lunged. Oliver twisted aside at the last second, the thing’s tendrils ripping the air inches from his chest. He staggered, boots skidding on slick stone, heart hammering against his ribs. The Lost Name pulsed above the pedestal, so close he could almost reach it—almost.The monster hissed, a wet, tearing sound like rotting cloth being ripped apart. Its body flexed, stitched from old memories, broken laughter, whispered regrets.Move!Oliver dove forward, sliding across the cavern floor. His fingers brushed the pedestal—cold, humming, alive. The Lost Name burned against his skin, sinking into him like a brand, not hurting, but changing.The creature howled.Oliver turned, wild-eyed—and Azrael was there, silver fire burning in his hands. He slammed a blast of magic into the stitched-together nightmare, sending it flying back into the shadows.“Move, kid!” Azrael barked. “We’re not done yet!”Oliver staggered to his feet, the Lost Name singing in his blood. It felt right. Li
