2025-02-18 01:00:00Oliver stood there in a fighting stance, his gaze fixed intently on the incoming gigantic samurai. The samurai arrived within striking distance and swung out its giant blade towards Oliver. Oliver saw the blade head towards him in an incredible speed, and he reacted by lifting his two daggers and stopped the blade.
"Too strong!" Oliver commented, his teeth gritted as he struggled to keep up with the samurai's strength and prevent it from cutting him with its blade. Unable to hold it any longer, Oliver let go and leaped a few meters backwards to create gap, but the samurai closed the gap instantly and swung out his blade towards him.
Oliver managed to react by swirling his body to the side, dodging the strike by a a hair length. The samurai swiftly retrieved his outstretched blade and thrust it towards Oliver's chest.
The blade moved through the air at a tremendous speed, and when it was only inches away from Oliver's chest, Oliver went low and rolled on the floor, causing it the miss its target. Oliver swiftly regained composure and clenched his right hand dagger firmly, before stabbing it forward.
CLANG
The dagger made impact with the samurai's right side, but the armor was impossible to penetrate.
"Damn that armor!" Oliver cursed as he retrieved his blade and leaped backwards, dodging another strike from the samurai.
"If I can't kill it with the daggers then why did you give it to me in the first place?" Oliver voice out, his face bright red in anger as he blocked the samurai's blade with both of his daggers. Before Oliver could regain composure, the right armored leg of the samurai slammed heavily on his chest and sent him flying.
Oliver's body flew across the place until he finally crashed against a wall behind and fell to the floor.
"Argh." He grunted in pain while spitting out both blood and saliva from his mouth. Oliver rose to his feet, his body now covered in bruises and blood trickling down from is mouth.
The samurai stood there meters away from Oliver like he was waiting for him to recover before attacking him again.
"He must think I'm too weak that's why he's giving me the chance to catch my breath." Oliver mused as he lifted his right arm and wiped the blood off his mouth with his sleeve. "If my blade can't penetrate into the armor, I wonder how I am going to kill it. What part of the body isn't protected by armor?" Oliver wondered internally as he got in a fighting stance and clenched his two daggers in his hands.
The samurai glared at him for several more minutes before shooting out like a rocket, and in a blink of an eye he arrived right in front of Oliver.
"This speed..." Oliver exclaimed as the samurai grabbed his collar and flung him like a piece of twig to the other side of the arena. Oliver flew through the air, and before he could crash against the wall, the samurai appeared in front of him and grabbed his collar once more, lifted him high, and slammed him heavily on the floor.
A huge cloud of dust formed as Oliver got slammed on the ground. He laid down there and he could feel several of his bones shattered upon colliding with the ground.
The samurai stood beside Oliver, his gaze fixed on him as he watched him lay down there motionless, waiting for him to recover. Olive laid down there, his head filled with thoughts and he still gripped the daggers firmly in his hands.
"The only part that isn't protected is..." Oliver mused as he clenched the dagger firmly before rising up at a tremendous speed and stabbed his dagger into the eyes of the samurai. "The eyes!" Oliver made a battle cry as he stabbed his second dagger into the second eyes, causing green blood to pour out like rain and the samurai roaring in pain.
Oliver kept pulling it backwards and stabbing it continuously and more blood poured out and filled the whole place, until he finally stopped, and the gigantic body of the samurai hit the floor with a loud thud.
Oliver leaned his hands on his knees while trying to catch his breath. He rose and wiped the green blood that stained his whole face off with his sleeve and glanced at the body of the dead samurai.
Oliver leaned beside the samurai to examine it closely.
"Is it even human? The sound it made while it was being stabbed, it was like that of a monster." Oliver intoned while examining the body. "If it wasn't being so nice, I wouldn't have won. I only trucked it and made it believe I was still recovering, mean while I was planning out my next attack."
While Oliver was busy examining the body, a notification popped up right in front of him.
[CONGRATULATIONS, YOU HAVE PASSED THE ACCEPTANCE QUEST]
[YOU WILL NOW BE TRANSPORTED BACK TO YOUR HOME]
Receiving those last sets of notifications,Olive vanished from the arena and now found himself back in his room.
"Thank goodness." Oliver let out a heavy sigh of relief as he sat down on his bed and stretched his body. "Strange, I do not feel any pains. Also, my injuries are gone?" Oliver's eyes widened in shock after glancing at his body, but his bruises were gone.
Even his broken bones were fixed and he didn't feel exhausted like he felt seconds ago.
"Was all that a dream or hallucination?" Oliver rubbed his chin in bewilderment.
While Oliver was busy with his thoughts, a notification popped up beside him and he shifted his gaze towards it.
[CONGRATULATIONS, YOU HAVE PASSED THE ACCEPTANCE QUEST AND THE DIVINE TALENT HAS BEEN GRANTED TO YOU]
[CLICK ON THE SYSTEM INTERFACE TO LEARN MORE]
Oliver read through the notification with his fingers rubbing his chin.
"Is this truly what I think it is? If it is, then I would definitely stop being the trash everyone knows me as and I shall rise to the top and achieve my dreams." Oliver pondered internally.
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Morning mist rolled over the sharp white peaks of Frost Peaks. The wind was cold, brushing over stone towers and narrow bridges. At the heart of the mountain, the great citadel of Snowhall stood strong. Today was not an ordinary day. People from different lands had come, some wore bright Harmonist cloaks, others dressed in simple Purist robes. They gathered under flags that shimmered with strange symbols. The banners told stories of both emotion and logic.Oliver stood tall on a raised platform in the center square. He wore a silver cloak that moved gently in the breeze. At his side stood three others, Ambassador Alora with her calm, watchful eyes, Serenya the Dreamwright with soft hands and a peaceful voice, and Arin, a loyal Harmonist guard, who never looked away from the crowd.In Oliver's hands, a glowing seal pulsed softly. The Peace Seal. It flickered with Ley-Line energy, keeping the bond between traditions alive. The people were quiet, waiting.Oliver took a deep breath. H
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Chapter 212
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Chapter 211
The sun barely touched the ice-crowned towers of Frost Peaks when Oliver stood by the Magnus Chorus Beacon. Wind stirred his cloak, heavy with dew. Around him, Harmonist cadets practiced, arms outstretched, voices shaping invisible chords in the air like dancers carving meaning into mist.Below the Beacon, the Council of Resonance waited in silence. Their robes shimmered faintly, each one tuned to an emotion, hope, sorrow, joy, discipline.Lady Iselda climbed the steps. Her silver eyes met his. “You will be our voice at the summit,” she said. “The Purist Enlighteners agreed. But only under one rule.”Oliver didn’t flinch. “What rule?”“The Bowman Approach,” she said. “No weapons. No pressure. Just... proof.”He nodded slowly, his voice low. “Then I’ll bring melody. Not to strike, but to call them back to truth.”He picked up the Apocalypse Blade, not to use, but to carry as symbol. The Resonance Ark waited at the edge of the cliffs, its hull glowing with gentle chords. Dreamwrights i
Chapter 210
The sun rose slowly over Winterdeep, shining its golden light through the tall arches of the cathedral. The once cold stone now seemed to glow. Statues of singing figures, carved long ago, pulsed gently with soft, warm light.The great plaza outside the cathedral filled with people. They came from every corner of the land, their eyes full of hope and wonder.At the center of the plaza stood the Magnus Chorus Beacon, tall and proud. This was where Oliver had first raised his sword. Now, the air above the plaza shimmered with sound. It wasn’t noise from machines or speakers. It was real music. It came from the people’s breath, from their hearts, from the ground itself.Then, silence fell.Oliver stepped forward, his face calm but strong. Tens of thousands of people turned to watch him. All eyes were on him. The great doors of the Resonance Atrium stood behind him, wide open. People didn’t need system commands anymore. They could feel the right path in their bones.Oliver raised his v
Chapter 209
The great chamber of Winterdeep’s Assembly of Resonance was alive like never before. Light streamed through stained glass windows, casting threads of color across marble floors and carved pillars. Holograms danced mid-air, displaying a glowing map of Earth, a living web of Harmonist systems flickering like fireflies. At the center stood Oliver.He looked out over the gathered assembly. People from every thread, Hope, Sorrow, Joy, and Rage, stood shoulder to shoulder in their sacred robes. Their hearts pulsed in rhythm. When he raised his hand, silence fell.Oliver’s voice echoed with steady power. “We go to the last Echo. Together.”A breathless hush, then a roaring wave of cheers and song followed, more than sound, it was soul. Around the chamber, glowing lines of harmony pulsed through the walls. Screens flared as the resonance surged outward, linking every Harmonist system across the globe.At Oliver’s side stood Lady Iselda, her blue eyes fierce with unspoken hope. Next to her
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