2025-02-18 00:57:26Oliver's eyelids began to lift open as he slowly regained consciousness. He picked himself off the floor and rubbed his head slightly.
"What the hell happened?" Oliver mused, a slight look of puzzle evident on his face as he glanced around his room. The last thing he could remember was him swallowing his medical pills,and then he suddenly passed out.
."Was I imagining things, or was there this strange screen right in front if me even though I did passed out?" Oliver pondered. After blacking out last night, Oliver remembered this strange holographic screen popped up in his line of sight.
While thinking about the screen, the strange holographic screen materialized right in front of him.
.[OLIVER BECKETT HAS SWALLOWED THE LAST ENERGY PILL]
[OLIVER BECKETT IS NOW MEDICALLY FIT TO INHERIT THE DIVINE TALENT]
[CONGRATULATIONS, YOU HAVE AWAKENED THE ULTIMATE DIVINE TALENT]
Oliver glanced at the numerous screen popping up right in front of him, and none of it made sense to him.
"Just what is all these? Am I hallucinating or what?" Oliver wondered as he rubbed his eyes, hoping to get rid of the screen, but that didn't seen to work.
"It's still here? Meaning it's real?" Oliver intoned, his fingers rubbing his chin with looks of contemplation evident in his face.
Since Oliver failed to get rid of it, he began to read the words written boldly on the screen.
"I am now medically fit to inherit the Divine Talent?" Oliver read out loud with his fingers on his chin. "Does it mean those pills I've been taken these past few years was to make me fit to awaken some...divine talent?" Oliver blurted out, his gaze still glued to the window screen in front of him.
[TO PROCEED, OLIVER NEEDS TO ACCEPT THE POWERS AND COMPLETE THE ACCEPTANCE QUEST]
The screen in front of Oliver morphed to a whole new one, and the puzzled expression is on Oliver's face intensified.
[YOU ONLY HAVE 10 SECONDS TO ACCEPT, OR YOU WILL LOSE HIS GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY FOREVER]
[TEN]
[NINE]
[EIGHT]
[SEVEN]
"Great, there's a countdown!" Oliver blurted out with his eyes widened. "I don't get a chance to think about it? Really? I am supposed to make my decision within ten freaking seconds?" Oliver lamented as the clock kept counting down.
Even though Oliver didn't really know what was going on, he wasn't dumb to know that it meant he would awaken a Talent, and probably become stronger once he accepts. What Oliver wasn't sure about was what the acceptance quest would be all about.
But there was no time to think, he had to make his decision right now or lose it forever.
[THREE]
[TWO]
[ONE]
[YES✓]
Oliver selected the yes option in the last second, and the screen in front of him vanished, replacing it with a whole new one.
[YOU WILL NOW BE TRANSPORTED INTO THE QUEST AREA]
Receiving that last notification, Oliver vanished into thin air, and appeared in a whole new location.
"What the?" Oliver swept his gaze through the foreign location he now found himself in.
The place looked like a vast open arena that was filled with hundreds of seats for spectators, but no one was present there.
"Where am I?" Oliver mused in bewilderment as he glanced around the place.
[YOU ARE NOW IN THE ACCEPTANCE QUEST ARENA]
[GOAL: DEFEAT THE WARRIOR]
[REWARD: ????]
[FAILURE: DEATH]
Oliver's eyes widened in shock and his jaw dropped to the floor after reading quest's instructions.
"Defeat? Wait, I am going to fight someone? Or.. something? How am I supposed to defeat anyone if I do not have a Talent?" Oliver panicked with his heart racing and his shirt now drenched in sweat as he kept glancing around the place.
[ELEPHANT DAGGERS HAS BEEN GRANTED TO YOU FOR THE QUEST]
A notification popped up right in front of Oliver, and in a blink of an eye, two short daggers appeared in both of his hands.
"Daggers...that's good.. at least I won't be completely defenseless." Oliver glanced at the daggers in his hands and clenched them firmly. "Just what am I fighting?" Oliver wondered.
He kept glancing around the place, until a metallic gate by the side of the arena lifted open, and thunderous footsteps could be heard, causing the whole place to shake drastically.
"It's coming." Oliver gulped as the footsteps grew louder, and the whole arena kept shaking as warrior stepped out. The footsteps got louder until the said warrior finally arrived meters away from him.
The warrior looked like a 7 foot tall samurai with black mask on his face and two giant blades held in both hands. The appearance of the warrior was intimidating, and just by looking at it, gave Oliver shivers.
"I am... supposed to fight that thing?" Oliver gulped down with a nervous expression. "Hey, I don't want to be apart of all these again! I don't want your stupid powers, just let me out of here, please!" Oliver pleaded, seeking for a way out.
But there was none.
Once he clicked on the yes option, there's no going back. The only way out is if he completes the quests or dies.
"Shit, why did I agree to this in the first place? I should have just keep living as the clueless trash everyone knows." Oliver lamented, his gaze still fixed intently on the warrior meters away, and the warrior also stop there glaring at Oliver.
"There's nothing I can do now..I already made my decision, now it's up to me wether I live or die. Even though I am weak, I can't just give up without doing anything! I rather die knowing I at least tried to defeat it!" Oliver hyped himself up as he clenched the daggers in his hands and got in a fighting stance.
He dismissed the nervous expression on his face and replaced it with a determined look.
The samurai stood there for a few more minutes before charging forward and headed towards Oliver.
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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
Chapter 213
The wind was cold. It howled across the mountain roads and cut through thick cloaks. Riders on fast horses rushed down snowy trails. Their eyes were wide with fear. Their faces were pale. They carried news from the Frost Peaks.In the city of Winterdeep, deep inside the shining white Council Hall, Oliver stood tall. The chamber was wide, lit with soft blue crystals that hummed with warmth. Around him stood the important ones: Serenya, a Dreamwright from Zara's line, calm and graceful. Arin, the shield-guard, quiet and strong. And Ambassador Miro, who had traveled far from Snowhall, his face lined with worry.Outside the window, smoke curled over the mountain peaks.Serenya stepped forward. Her voice was soft, but firm. "The Purists are doing rituals. They use their emotions to power strange veins in the stone. They want to bring back logic rule."Arin looked around. "They haven’t attacked. Not yet. But they are getting ready."Miro frowned. "If they act soon, the Frost Peaks will b
Chapter 212
Winterdeep’s Grand Hall was bright with life. The tall windows let sunlight pour in, making the white and blue banners shine like water and sky. Harmonists and Purists filled the hall. Some wore soft robes of pale blue, while others dressed in clean white with silver trim. On the balconies above, choirs sang. Some used deep emotional tones that stirred the heart. Others used sharp, steady rhythms that followed strict logic.At the front of the hall, Oliver stood on the main platform. Lady Iselda stood beside him. She wore a long robe with both blue and white patterns. Oliver held his sword gently at his side. Behind them, the Beacon glowed softly.Lady Iselda spoke quietly, her voice calm but firm. "Today, we start a new path. The Pact of Emotional Balance. It will guide our world. Reason and feeling, side by side."Oliver looked at the people in front of him. Dreamwright monks with scrolls and glowing pens. Purist scholars holding tablets, their eyes sharp. Guards stood around th
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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