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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Chapter 146
Oliver’s boots scraped across the stone as he backed away. The spiral stair behind him dropped into darkness, and the mirror-faced woman stood in front, holding her glass blade like it weighed nothing.“You shouldn’t have taken it,” she said again. Her voice was soft, but dangerous, like silk hiding a knife.Oliver’s fingers curled tighter around the black key. It was warm, pulsing like a heartbeat. His gauntlet was dim now, barely flickering, and his side burned with each breath.“I didn’t steal it,” he said, trying to keep his voice strong. “It was given to me.”The Mirror Witch’s many faces shifted. One looked sad. One looked angry. One looked afraid. They kept changing, like wind on water.“She gave it to you,” she said. “But it was meant for someone else. For someone worthy.”“I didn’t ask for this,” Oliver said.“No one does,” the witch replied. “But we still bleed.”She stepped closer. Her glass blade hissed, dripping black ink that steamed when it touched the stone.Oliver gla
Chapter 145
Oliver’s scream was swallowed by the void. Stone shattered around him as the chains dragged him through the wall, not through it, into it. He was falling sideways. The world twisted. Gravity broke. Time snapped like old thread. His body spiraled through smoke and static and bone. Fingers clawed at his skin, not real fingers, but memories in the shape of them.“You let her die.”“You were supposed to burn.”“You chose wrong.”The voices came from inside the wall. Inside him. Oliver gritted his teeth. The wound in his side oozed heat and blood. His gauntlet, now barely more than scorched metal, pulsed with angry red light. It wasn’t dead yet. And neither was he.CRACK.A fracture split across the void. Light bled through it, gold, like the door. But it was closing. The golden door was nearly consumed by fog, and if it sealed before he broke free, he’d be buried in this living prison forever.The chains squeezed tighter. Bones cracked. The Echo’s many arms reached through the rift and
Chapter 144
Oliver stood in front of the glowing screen. His hand trembled above it. The screen hummed softly, waiting for his decision. A countdown ticked down in big red numbers.23 seconds...22...There were two choices on the screen:[HEART] Your memories, love, and grief[FIRE] Your power, strength, and rageHe stared at them. His chest tightened. "Damn it," he whispered, his voice breaking.He didn’t want to choose. He couldn’t choose.Memories of Lyra filled his mind. Her laugh on that hill in spring, the way her hair flew in the wind, how her eyes crinkled when she smiled. He remembered his mother, humming lullabies when he was a child. He remembered his father’s final moments, the snow turning red.But he also thought about his gauntlet, the fire that once burst from it. He had fought monsters, saved lives, and survived the darkness with that power. Without it, how could he protect anyone now?15 seconds.The silver-masked man stood across from him. He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. He d
Chapter 143
Oliver hit the ground hard.The light was gone. Everything was quiet. He didn’t know where he was. The ground under him was cold and smooth, like glass. He stayed on his knees for a while, breathing fast. His chest moved up and down. His hand was shaking. The metal glove on his arm, the gauntlet, still gave off a little light. But it was dim now, like a candle about to go out.He listened. Nothing. Just silence. Thick and heavy.He slowly looked up.All around him was fog. White fog. It was so thick that he couldn’t see far. It swirled and moved like it was alive. He couldn’t see any walls. No sky. No real floor. Just the fog. And the cold air.Then he heard something. Not a sound exactly. More like... whispers. Very soft.He froze. The whispers were everywhere. All around him. They came from near. Then from far away. Some sounded like him. Like his own voice. Others sounded like strangers. Some were men. Some were women. Some were children. Old voices. Young voices. All speaking at
Chapter 142
Pain was the first thing Oliver felt when he opened his eyes. It wasn’t a small pain. It was sharp, deep, and everywhere. His ribs hurt when he tried to breathe. His shoulder throbbed like something heavy had hit it again and again. His right arm felt strange, he couldn’t move it, and it felt cold, like it was asleep but worse. His ears were ringing loudly, a high-pitched sound that wouldn’t stop, making it hard to think.His face was covered in dust, and it clung to his skin and eyelashes. When he coughed, blood came out. He looked down and saw the red stain on the ground. His chest rose and fell slowly. It hurt, but he was alive. Somehow.He blinked a few times. The world was blurry, and everything smelled like smoke and something burning. The wall behind him was gone, just a pile of broken stones and rubble. Smoke rose from it like fog, curling into the air. The heat made the air shimmer like a mirage.And then he saw it.The Sentinel. It was still standing. Unharmed.Its white c
Chapter 141
The wooden door swallowed him in an instant. There was no corridor this time. No glow. No whisper of power humming through his skin. There was only falling.Oliver dropped like a stone through the void. Wind tore at him, invisible but screaming loud in his ears. He tried to breathe, but there was no air, just pressure. Crushing, endless pressure. His heart thudded against his ribs like a drum, and then, snap.The world shifted again.He landed hard, on his feet, somehow, knees bending instinctively, pain flaring in his thighs. He looked around.This time, he stood in a coliseum. Massive. Circular. Walls rose dozens of meters high, layered in jagged stone and flickering runes. High above, spectators made of shadows watched silently from arched seats. They didn’t move. But he felt them, watching, judging.Before he could get his bearings, a System alert flared into view.SECOND TEST: TRIAL OF STRIKERSCondition: Survive.Time Limit: 180 SecondsOpponents: 3x Spectral Striker Units – Tie
Chapter 140
The golden-red door stood tall in front of Oliver. It looked strange, like it didn’t belong to this world. It didn’t make any sound, not in the way normal things do. But Oliver felt something. A soft humming. It wasn’t in the air, it was inside him. It felt like a quiet drumbeat in his chest. Like it was calling to him.He took a slow breath. His bare feet were cold on the smooth stone floor. The golden-red door gave off a soft glow. The light danced on his skin. He stepped closer and reached out his hand. His fingers stopped just a little above the handle.The handle was warm. Not hot. Just warm enough to feel alive. It was like the metal was breathing. Like it knew who he was. It reminded him of the chain around his chest, always warm, always pulsing like a heartbeat.Oliver touched the handle. He held it tight. He hesitated for just a second. Then he pulled.Light burst out from the door. A flash.It surrounded him. It swallowed him whole.Suddenly, everything changed.The light
Chapter 139
Oliver stood in the armor. The black steel wrapped around his body like it had grown from his skin. It was heavy, but it felt like it belonged. The glowing chain crossed over his chest, warm against the cold metal, pulsing like a heartbeat. In his right hand, he held a silver mask. It gleamed under the shrine’s soft light.The shrine was silent. The walls were old, covered in cracks and faded symbols. Candles flickered in little bowls along the edges, casting golden glows.Dust hung in the air, making everything feel still and ancient.Wren stood near the stairs. Her eyes were wide. She didn’t say anything. She just stared at Oliver like he had turned into something else.Emery leaned against the stone wall. Her face was pale, and her breath came out in short, weak puffs. Her hand was over her heart. She stared up at the sky through the hole in the ceiling,the place where the boy had fallen."My brother..." she whispered. Her voice shook, like a thread about to break. "He should be
Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Eight
The wind blew harder now. Leaves flew like frightened birds. The trees groaned as if they wanted to run away. The sky had turned gray, the sun hidden behind dark clouds.Emery stood in the clearing, holding onto a stone statue to stay on her feet. Her legs were weak. Her skin was still hot from the fever. But her eyes were wide, watching the black tower rise far away.Oliver stood beside her, holding Wren gently. His arms were strong, but his face was tight with worry.“I’ve never seen anything like that,” Wren whispered. Her voice was dry, barely a breath.“That tower…” Emery said slowly, “I think I saw it once. In a dream. A dream where the world ended.”Oliver looked at the tower. It stood like a spear stuck in the earth. At the top, the huge black gate yawned open. Something was behind it. Something watching. And waiting.They didn’t speak for a long moment. Only the wind spoke, and it spoke in whispers too strange to understand.Then Wren sat up straighter.“We can’t stay here,”
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