2025-03-26 00:22:13
Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty
In the very middle of the battlefield, Oliver stood with golden eyes, penetrating the dust as it swirled over the remnants of chaos. The sensation of power running through him had not yet dulled, like a heartbeat waiting for its moment of retribution against an unworthy receiver. The Test of the Traveler.He had achieved what he set out to do by breaking free, severing his chains, defeating Elias and Seraphina in battle-the guardians of the realms whose mission was to keep such battles from happening-and now left only to echo the victory. But his mind had not forgotten their words, their last challenge."Prove that you're truly ready."The soft gentleness of Seraphina's voice contrasted with the respect in Elias's, the meaning of which Oliver couldn't yet fathom. But it was the weight of those words that gnawed at him. Ready? For what?His thoughts were interrupted by a soft rustle behind him. He turned to face the ragged forms of Elias and Seraphina moving slowly, purposefully at th
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-One
A bright flash of silver light shot through the air, screaming toward Oliver like a falling star. His heart pounded. He barely managed to twist his body just in time, but the divine blade still caught him. A thin, burning line sliced across his side, and pain flared through him like fire. His breath hitched. His muscles tensed. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay standing.The pain was unbearable, but Oliver had no time to recover. He clenched his fist, pulling every last ounce of strength from his body, and sent a wave of dark energy crashing toward his enemy.The angelic warrior before him barely moved. It did not flinch. It did not hesitate. In the blink of an eye, it was simply... gone.Then, another attack came. A golden spear, shining so brightly it hurt to look at, shot toward his heart.Oliver’s instincts screamed at him. He raised his arm, trying to block the strike, but the divine energy ripped through his defenses like they were made of paper. The impact sent a sh
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Two
Oliver’s breath came fast. His chest rose and fell in quick gasps, his body trembling as if he had been running for hours. His heart pounded against his ribs like a drum in the middle of war, loud and strong. His hands tingled with energy, a strange power that coiled around his fingers like shadows, twisting and moving as if it were alive.All around him, bright warriors with golden wings closed in. Their shining swords cut through the air, moving like streaks of light. Their faces were calm, their eyes filled with power, as if they were not creatures of flesh and blood but made of the very sky itself. They were strong. Too strong. Oliver had fought them before. Again and again.He had died. Again and again. Every time, he had felt pain. A deep, sharp pain that spread through his body like fire, leaving nothing behind but darkness. His bones had shattered, his flesh had burned, his soul had unraveled. And then, everything would reset. He would open his eyes and find himself here ag
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Three
Oliver took a deep breath and stepped through the golden doorway.For a moment, everything disappeared.There was no sound. No feeling. No warmth or cold. No weight to his body. It was as if he had stepped into nothingness itself.Then, without warning—fire.It wasn’t like normal fire that burned skin and turned flesh to ash. No, this was different. This fire did not consume his body, but it tore through him all the same. It burned inside him, deep and painful, like something was being carved into his very soul.Oliver gasped and stumbled forward. His knees buckled, but he forced himself to stay upright. He looked down at his hands, expecting to see them blackened and ruined by the flames. But instead, glowing scars stretched across his skin, shining like molten gold. He could feel them—searing, permanent. His wounds had not vanished. They had not healed. Instead, they had changed, becoming part of him, forever etched onto his flesh.Pain throbbed through his body, but it was more tha
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Four
The celestial warden moved faster than Oliver’s eyes could follow.One moment, it stood across the golden chamber, distant and unmoving like a statue of divine judgment. The next, its golden blade cut through the air, streaking toward Oliver’s throat with terrifying speed. There was no warning, no sound—only motion and deadly precision.Oliver barely managed to twist his body to the side. The heat from the blade scorched the air, and even though it did not touch him, he felt the divine energy radiating from it. His skin burned as if the very presence of the weapon seared into his flesh. His scars—glowing like molten gold—flared to life, absorbing some of the force, but the sheer power behind the strike sent him stumbling backward.No time to think.His boots scraped against the polished floor as he dropped to one knee. The moment he did, the warden’s blade came down again, cutting through the space where his head had been just seconds before. The impact shattered the floor beneath the
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Five
The unexpected pause in the Chamber room led to a sudden storm of activities again. Before Oliver could react, the sword came down on him with a stroke that was much more than just a strike-it was a pure and unstoppable force of divine energy by the warden. The moment that blade touched the polished floor, the stone burst apart as brittle glass.A very deep fissure spread under Oliver's feet, and along with it came the high impact shockwave that rattled his bones. Nothing could make Oliver fall, though. He would not show weakness.An abbreviated, sharp intake of breath and then Oliver, twisting his body, pivoted just on his heel so that he could dodge that next stab. The warden's blade whirred through the air, so close to his skin he could feel the searing hot divine energy that burned it. The pain was sharp and unforgiving, but he bit down hard and forced it away. He had been at war before. He had felt worse pain.But this fight was different.The warden moved in and, in rain-weep, em
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Six
Oliver’s mind was hazy, like he had just woken up from a dream but couldn’t remember where he was. Everything around him was slipping away, fading like mist in the wind. He tried to focus, tried to understand, but his thoughts were slow, like they were stuck in thick mud. He felt strange. His body was there, but at the same time, it wasn’t. His arms, his legs—they didn’t feel like his own. It was as if he was floating outside of himself, just watching. But something was wrong. His ears still rang from the last battle. He could hear echoes in his bones—the clash of steel, the roar of power, the moment everything had gone dark. He had fought the Warden. He had given everything he had. But now… there was nothing. No battlefield. No stone walls. No air. Just empty space. Then— A force. It came from nowhere. A sudden pull, strong and violent. It yanked him downward, faster than anything he had ever felt before. His stomach twisted, and his body spun wildly, but there was noth
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Seven
Oliver’s vision went white.For a moment, there was nothing—no sound, no air, no sense of time. Just pure, blinding light swallowing the world. Then, as suddenly as it had come, the light cracked apart, shattering like glass. The battlefield slammed back into existence.And Oliver was falling.His stomach lurched as he plunged through the air. Wind roared past his ears, the force pressing against his body. He caught glimpses of the battlefield below—jagged cliffs, glowing rivers of molten gold, ancient ruins half-sunken into the void.Then—A Warden. Right above him.Its golden eyes burned like miniature suns. Its blade gleamed, raised high, a storm of divine energy gathering around it.Oliver twisted mid-air, his instincts screaming.The sword came down in a streak of light.He barely moved in time. The edge of the blade grazed his arm, searing pain ripping through his body. He clenched his teeth to stop himself from screaming as the heat spread like wildfire.He hit the ground hard,
Latest Chapter
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Six
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
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Five
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
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Four
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
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Three
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
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-One
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
