2025-02-18 01:19:38Christopher cracked his neck and he dashed in once more. While Christopher charged towards Oliver, Oliver noticed something in his movements.
Unlike before when he moved at tremendous speed, Christopher's pace seemed to have decreased and it took longer to close the gap than it did earlier.
Christopher finally arrived in striking distance and he swung out his clenched fist towards Oliver.
"It's not just his speed that has reduced. His attacks have also seemed to slow down." Oliver pondered internally as he lifted his two arms to block the incoming punch.
BAM!
Oliver managed to block the punch with his arms,but even if he did blocked it,it felt like he did nothing and the punch still deal lot of damage and shattered the bones in Oliver's arms. The force behind the punch also pushed Oliver few steps backwards.
"What the hell? The attack was quite slow and sluggish,how then was it able to harm me this much?" Oliver pondered internally with a shocked expression as he glanced at his arms that were now broken badly.
Christopher swiftly closed the gap before Oliver could recover, and he sent out another sluggish punch towards Oliver's head.
BAM!
Oliver was still yet to recover from the previous strike,so he was unable to dodge the incoming punch. The punch connected neatly to Oliver's face and caused him to spit out blood,and the brute strength behind the punch lifted him off the floor and sent him flying backwards.
Oliver landed on the floor with several bones in his body broken. Blood seeping out of his mouth and trickling down from his nose as he struggled to stand up from the floor.
"The passive skill won't kick in unless I'm injured badly and my HP is below 20. Dammit!" Oliver lamented internally as he heard the sounds of footsteps as Christopher began to walk towards him slowly.
Christopher grabbed his long pitch black hair and pulled him up slightly before connecting his knee to his face, shattered his nose,and knocked him down to the floor. Christopher kept kicking Oliver really hard on his chest,face, stomach, and the whole of Oliver's face was now covered in blood and even the whole floor was filled with Oliver's blood.
"You might have defeated my friends but you are no match for me! And here I was thinking you had it in you, but it turns out you are a weakling and a trash after all!" Christopher mocked with a sinister laughter as he kept kicking Oliver nonstop.
"What you don't get is that as long as I have the system by my side, I can never run out of luck." Oliver huffed as he grabbed Christopher's leg and stopped the kick in the last second.
Christopher's eyes widened in shock after Oliver caught his leg at the last second.
"He's badly injured, how is he still able to move so.. " Christopher's eyes widened the more after noticing something. "Impossible."
Right in front of his eyes, Oliver's injuries were healing up at a superhuman rate,and his once exhausted appearance was now filled with energy.
What Christopher didn't know was when he kept kicking Oliver in the chest, his Hp kept reducing, and when his HP went below 10, his passive healing skill activated and all his injuries healed instantly.
Oliver let go of Christopher's leg as he rose to his feet and spawn around slightly, delivering a flying tornado kick towards Christopher's head. Christopher was still dazed by what happened, so he just stood there like a statue as the kick headed towards his head.
Oliver's heel connected neatly with his head and he got sent flying backwards. Before Christopher could crash against the wall nearby, Oliver activated his Sprint ability and dashed forward, appearing behind Christopher.
He joined his two fists together and brought it down in his head like a hammer. Impact was made, and Christopher got knocked down to the floor, unable to move.
[Congratulations, you have shown bravery and defeated your enemies]
Oliver stood over Christopher’s motionless body, his chest rising and falling with adrenaline-fueled breaths. The system's message still flickered in his vision, but he had no time to bask in victory.
A sudden movement.
Christopher’s fingers twitched.
Oliver’s instincts screamed at him to react, but it was too late.
Christopher's eyes snapped open, glowing with an unnatural red hue. A guttural roar erupted from his throat as a violent shockwave blasted outward, sending Oliver skidding backward.
[Warning: Your opponent has activated "Berserker's Wrath."]
Oliver barely had time to process the system’s alert before Christopher was already on him. The sluggish movements from before were gone. Christopher moved with terrifying speed, his fist colliding with Oliver’s ribs.
CRACK!
The impact sent Oliver flying like a ragdoll, slamming through a nearby pillar. Before he could recover, Christopher appeared beside him, grabbing him by the throat and hoisting him into the air.
"You thought that was enough to beat me?" Christopher sneered, his voice distorted with raw power. "Let me show you why I’m called a monster."
He tightened his grip, squeezing the air from Oliver’s lungs. Oliver gasped, struggling, but Christopher wasn't done. He spun and hurled Oliver skyward.
Before Oliver could even begin to fall, Christopher leaped after him, twisting his body midair and delivering a devastating kick to Oliver’s gut.
Oliver crashed into the ground, creating a massive crater.
[HP critical. Passive healing reactivating...]
"Not this time." Christopher landed next to Oliver, stomping down with full force before the healing could take effect.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Oliver coughed out blood, his vision blurring. The system's recovery was being interrupted. He needed to move—now.
Christopher reared back his fist, preparing a final blow to crush Oliver’s skull.
But Oliver grinned through the blood dripping from his lips.
"I was waiting for this," he whispered.
A violent blue aura exploded around him, catching Christopher off guard. Before Christopher could react, Oliver’s hand shot out, gripping Christopher’s wrist.
Then—BOOM!
A surge of energy blasted Christopher away, sending him tumbling across the battlefield.
Oliver slowly got up, his body crackling with raw power.
[New Skill Unlocked: Limit Breaker.]
The ground trembled as Oliver’s eyes gleamed with newfound strength.
Christopher staggered to his feet, disbelief flashing across his face.
Oliver smirked.
"Round two starts now."
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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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