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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Twenty-Eight
An ominous tension hung in the air between them, a thick fog that seemed to squeeze and crush from all sides. Oliver was wound up, his body tense and all the nerves within him abuzz with energy provided by the System. Fire coursed through his veins, making him feel heavy and strong, fast and able-easily able to move faster and hit harder, all the while battling against Reaper. A few feet off stood Reaper, grinning with toothy glee. Dim light glinted sharp and wet off a smile carved from shadows. Glowing eyes hid something dark and twisted in Reaper's look, a kaleidoscope of thrill and malevolence. Arms were drenched in shadows, slithering and writhing across those appendages as if they were alive, clothed in armour forged in blackest gloom. "Try to keep up, little mouse," said Reaper, his voice low enough that it echoed, sending prickles of fear crawling over Oliver's skin. He lunged forward, blurring into shadows and fury.Before Oliver's mind even had time to register what was hap
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Twenty-Nine
Oliver’s whole body ached, every nerve burning like fire. His arms felt heavy, and his legs trembled. Pain tore through him with every breath he took. But even with all that pain, a voice echoed in his mind. It was the System’s voice, sharp and cold, cutting through the agony.[Emergency Protocol: Killswitch Activation Imminent.][Objective: Terminate Target: Reaper. Time Limit: 30 minutes.]A chill colder than ice stabbed deep into Oliver’s chest. The Killswitch... the very thing he feared the most. The System had warned him about it before. It was a horrible, last-resort mechanism that would destroy him if he failed a mission that was too important to fail.And now, it was counting down. His time was running out.He couldn’t let that happen. Not now. Not ever.He pushed off the ground with a loud groan, muscles twitching painfully, blood dripping from his mouth in thick and metallic strands. The world swirled around him, blurring and swaying as if trying to tear itself apart. But be
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Thirty
Oliver’s world spun like a misdirecting compass, and he couldn’t catch his breath. His legs were trembling and wobbling like jelly and threatening to give way, while his chest drew sharp, heavy breath. His hands wouldn't stop quaking and his knuckles pounded, split open and smears of dried and fresh blood from the brutal fight. Copper stuck to the taste buds in his mouth, but none of it mattered. He had won. Somehow, against all odds, he had defeated that monster-Reaper. For once in his life, Oliver stood there, numb and disbelieving. He stared at the limped form of Reaper sprawled amidst cracked stone flooring, and this weird, hollow feeling settled in his stomach. This feeling did not seem real. It's as if his mind still hadn't come around yet to the fact that he was alive, was on his feet, while his enemy lay defeated.He turned his head slowly, and there she was-Iris. Her large, shining eyes gazed at him, embodying both fear and relief. She stood absolutely still, almost fear
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Thirty-One
Last bell and last run ended. His classmates hurried from the classroom, creaking chairs, and rustling books filled the air. Oliver was feeling that his heart would burst out from there.But Oliver couldn't care a bit about that. His head was still reeling from hearing that voice in his mind just moments ago. The notification, he was told, was an echo that didn't want to leave him at peace.He hasn't ever understood that it meant, but as all else has the feeling something very bad was about to happen this time. Very bad. His fingers trembled as he crammed his notebook into the backpack, trying to ignore that gnawing feeling under his skin."Hey, Oliver! Everything all right, man?" This was Billy Williams from his math class. The voice sounded casual, but the eyes dripped concern."Yeah. Just tired," Oliver lied, putting on a pathetic smile. There was no way he could tell Billy that he had just received a creepy message from the System. No one would believe it.Billy shrugged and grinn
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Thirty-Two
Oliver felt only fear the moment he pressed his back against the door. His heart raced; a million thoughts surged through his mind. And for a brief second, all he could see was the darkness. Somehow wide awake, his mind was desperate to catch a glimpse of anything in that blackness. The air was thick with dust, tangy and ancient, filling his inflamed nostrils, forcing him to cough. Gradually images took shape in his mind. He had stumbled into some janitor's closet, small, stuffy, and messy with mops standing against walls and bottles of cleaning chemicals piled on rusty shelves. Torn rags festered across the floor like a fallen tissue. In here though, he was safe-for now.Heavy footsteps echoed from the far end of the hallway, the regular clang of boots against the unforgiving floor sending chills up his spine. They sound slow but deliberate. These footsteps have all the time in the world as if they're sure he'll be found."Sector B, corridor clear. Proceeding to next area."The voic
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Thirty-Three
Oliver did not take a reminder.As soon as the announcement went through the intercom, he clenched Rachel's hand. Without wasting another moment, they charged out of the cafeteria like two huge animals running in a forest, their footsteps crashing through the cracked and dirty tiles, racing in a furious rush.Oliver's lungs burned and gasped for air still laden with irritating fumes. It constricted his breath and ached his chest, but fear was the victor. He was about to collapse, with legs he could hardly believe were still working; what kept him going now was terror. "Where are we going?" Rachel's voice trembles in broken intervals between gasps of breath. Her eyes were wide and wild, flicking about as if she were expecting something wretched to spring from its hiding place onto them."Anywhere but here. We have to get away from here. We have to get out," Oliver grunted. The roughness of his voice had all the qualities of having shouted, but he ignored the corresponding agony in his
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Thirty-Four
Oliver felt his heart galloping in his chest like a blacksmith's hammer, his very ribs aching with each possible thud. His body was still trembling before he could catch a breath with his lungs burning from the intake of cold air. The shed was murky and smelled of rust and rotten wood. His throat felt raw from his attempt at swallowing; blood could even be tasted on his tongue.He slumped against the rough wooden wall, hand pressed to splintered plywood on the way to balancing himself. His other hand gripped an old iron tube that he had jammed across the door handles as a makeshift barricade. It wasn't much-barely strong enough to hold against a real force-but it was the only thing standing between them and whatever was hunting them.Rachel sat opposite the wall, back against it. Breathing had become shallow and painful, her head bent low. The dark hair hung down the forehead drenched in sweat. The trembling hands had looked like his. All this made her tiny and fragile like an old lad
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Thirty-Five
Oliver’s whole body felt like it was on fire. His skin tingled, the heat from the spell still buzzing through him like tiny needles. He didn’t know how he did it—how he made that fire appear. It just happened, like something deep inside him woke up. But there was no time to think about that now.The monster was still moving.The huge metal creature staggered, its shiny metal plates bent and blackened where the fireball had hit it. Its face was made of dark, smooth glass, like a mirror that didn’t show anything back. It twisted toward Oliver, its emptiness somehow filled with anger. The sound of gears and pistons whirring came from its body, the noise rough and sharp, like someone dragging a blade over stone.“Rachel! Get behind me!” Oliver yelled, his voice shaking but strong. His whole body still felt hot and alive, like his veins were pumping with lightning instead of blood.Rachel scrambled to her feet, her eyes wide and filled with terror. For a second, she just stood there, froze
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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
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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
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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
