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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The silence after the fall of the Listeners was more than just quiet. It was expectant. Like the breath between thunderclaps. Or the pause before a god speaks.Oliver stood at the edge of the Tower's shadow, his body aching from the clash of harmonics, his mind teetering at the edge of collapse. Mina was somewhere behind him, coordinating recovery efforts with Highbarrow's Council. But he wasn’t focused on her. He was focused on the notification only he could see.A glowing prompt shimmered in front of him, translucent gold and bordered by runes that shimmered like firelight.[Divine Talent System: Reawakening Complete]System Synchronization: 100%Initializing Core Interface...Welcome, Oliver Beckett.You are the bearer of the Divine Talent: Symphonic Sovereign.Your soul has been attuned to the Will of Resonance.Talent Tree: UnlockedPrimary Branch: [Melodic Sovereignty]Secondary Branch: [Harmonycrafting]Tertiary Branch: [Dissonant Will]Status Screen: OnlineQuest System: Onli
Chapter 173
The stormfront broke over the coast of Meridia just before dawn, draping the sky in a bruise colored shroud. Thunder rolled like ancient drums. And from the sea, they came.The Listeners. They rowed in perfect silence, their ships gliding across still water as if carried by thought alone. Dozens of them. Then hundreds. Bonewood oars dipped in tandem, creating no sound. Their faces were hidden beneath curved helms of stone, carved with open ears where mouths should have been. Blank, unblinking, unfeeling.The Tower had summoned its audience, and the world would never be the same.From a high perch on the cliffs above the beach, Mina crouched in silence. Her cloak, soaked with sea mist and rain, clung to her form like ivy. Behind her, Oliver stood, pale and shaking, still recovering from the strain of the Tower’s unraveling.“They're not human,” he whispered.“No,” Mina said. “They're not.”They watched the first boats touch sand. The Listeners didn’t speak. Didn’t gesture. Didn’t eve
Chapter 172
The sea hissed where the water met the obsidian roots of the new tower. Fog curled around its rising walls, woven with the scent of brine, ozone, and old death. From the cliffs of Orell’s Watch, one could see it looming—taller now than any lighthouse, its spiral frame stretching into the storm-choked sky.And it was still growing. Ships had turned away. Villages had gone silent. The tower gave off no light, no heat. But it sang.Low and endless. A note that vibrated in the bone more than the ear. A warning and a welcome, both at once, and in the frozen spray of dawn, Oliver watched it rise.The skiff he'd borrowed creaked as it struck the shallows. A storm rolled on the horizon, angry and gray, but Oliver didn’t flinch. His boots touched sand that hadn't seen sunlight in eons, and still he walked forward. Every part of him told him to run.His blood screamed. His heart thumped in erratic, arrhythmic pulses—sometimes syncing with the tower’s humming, sometimes not. Each misstep made
Chapter 171
Snow no longer fell on Highbarrow. It hung suspended in the air each flake caught in some strange stasis, like time itself hesitated around Oliver.He sat at the edge of the broken parapet, legs dangling over frostbitten stone, silver eyes tracking distant clouds. He hadn’t spoken in hours. Since the battle beneath the Whispering Deep, something in him had… shifted.He didn’t sleep. He didn’t blink as often. And when he breathed, the world seemed to breathe with him.Mina stood a few paces back, her arms crossed, watching.“How long’s he been like this?” Elias asked, approaching with a flask of steaming broth.“Since the throne,” she said. “He’s hearing things.”“Voices. Songs.” Elias frowned. “He’s not possessed. I checked.”Mina looked back at Oliver. “Then what is he?”Elias didn’t answer. He wasn’t sure anyone could.Later that day, in the central chamber of the old stronghold, Elias scraped the last of the golden dust from the shattered shard that had once powered the titan.He h
Chapter 170
Winter broke late that year. Snow, long absent from the southern ridges of Meridia, swept in on the second morning after the fall of Ascendancy One. Fine flakes drifted down through scorched branches, dressing the charred bones of the forest ridge in a shroud of white. The world looked peaceful again. But it was only an illusion.Beneath the ash, blood still steamed, and in Highbarrow’s war tent, the truth was heavier than frost.“Ascendancy Two?” Elias muttered, his breath fogging in the chill air. “Gods help us, we barely brought down the first.”He sat hunched over a half burned map, eyes red from lack of sleep. Glyphs danced at the edges of his parchment sigils he’d drawn to stabilize the torn magical field the Conductor had left behind. The pulse from the console hadn’t stopped. It had simply gone… deeper.“She called it a symphony,” Oliver said, pacing across the stone floor. “Not an army. Not a cult. A symphony.”“Which means someone else is playing now,” Mina added grimly.Th
Chapter 169
The red sky broke at dawn like the shattering of stained glass. From the battlements of Highbarrow, Oliver watched as streaks of fire painted the horizon. Pillars of smoke rose beyond the tree line wide and deliberate. Not the careless destruction of bandits or rogue beasts. These fires were signals. Tactics. A message.The enemy was coming, and they had already begun to burn the land.“They’re pushing from the east,” Elias said, his fingers wrapped tightly around a spyglass. “Fifteen hundred strong, maybe more. No banners. No horns. Just… silence.”“Mercenaries?” Mina asked from where she stood, arm still bound in slingcloth.Elias shook his head grimly. “Worse. Disciplined. Uniform. But not Imperial.”Oliver narrowed his eyes. “Then who?”“Ghosts,” muttered General Berra. She was a hawk faced woman in steel plated armor, her grey braid twisted like a rope. “Those aren’t soldiers. They’re revenants. Risen or reprogrammed. I’ve seen it before once, in the southern barrens. Kaelien
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