2026-03-05 16:19:38The three Shadow-Wolves didn't immediately attack. They circled Kaelen, their glowing red eyes locked onto the massive black slab resting on his shoulder.
These weren't normal beasts. They were mutated by the Cursed Ravine.
The alpha wolf snarled, its throat glowing with violent mana. It didn't leap to bite him. Instead, it opened its jaws and fired a compressed sphere of dark magic—a Tier-1 Shadow Bullet.
A normal knight would raise a heavy shield and brace for a bone-shattering impact. A mage would cast a barrier.
Kaelen did neither.
He didn't even drop his stance. He simply swung the 800-pound Obsidian Slab with one hand, swatting the incoming magic spell like a mildly annoying fly.
BANG!
The Shadow Bullet hit the flat side of the black iron. It didn't explode. It didn't penetrate.
The spell simply shattered into harmless black sparks. The dense, cursed metal completely absorbed the kinetic energy, neutralizing the mana instantly.
Kaelen felt absolutely nothing. The slab didn't even vibrate.
"My turn," Kaelen grinned, his eyes turning cold.
He gripped the hilt with both hands. His newly forged Titan Body surged with explosive, raw power. The muscles in his back coiled like steel springs.
The alpha wolf realized something was horribly wrong and lunged, its claws glowing with dark wind magic.
It was fast. But Kaelen didn't need to be faster. He just needed to hit harder.
Kaelen planted his feet and swung the massive rectangular slab like a baseball bat.
CRUNCH!
It wasn't a clean cut. The Obsidian Slab had no edge. It was pure, blunt-force trauma.
The 800-pound block of iron slammed into the alpha wolf mid-air. The sickening sound of every single bone in the beast's body instantly pulverizing echoed through the ravine.
The magic shields protecting the wolf popped like cheap soap bubbles. The beast was launched backward at terrifying speed, slamming into the rocky wall of the ravine with an explosive SPLAT.
It didn't slide down. It was completely flattened into the stone. Dead on impact.
The remaining two wolves froze. Their primal instincts screamed at them. This human had zero mana, but he hit like a falling mountain.
They turned to run.
"Oh no you don't." Kaelen's voice was ice. "I need fuel."
He dashed forward. The heavy slab dragged along the ground, sparking violently against the rocks. He closed the distance in two seconds, raising the black iron high above his head.
SMASH!
The second wolf was crushed flat against the ground. The earth literally cratered beneath the impact. Dust and black blood sprayed into the air.
The third wolf whined in terror, scrambling up a pile of toxic ash. Kaelen didn't chase it. He simply kicked the flat side of his heavy blade, popping it up into his hands, and hurled the 800-pound slab like a javelin.
BOOM!
The massive iron block pinned the third wolf to the ground, snapping its spine in half.
Silence returned to the Cursed Ravine.
Kaelen walked over, his chest heaving slightly. He pulled the heavy slab out of the dirt and rested it back on his shoulder. He wasn't even sweating.
[Ding! Defeated 3x Corrupted Shadow-Wolves.]
[Extracting Cores...]
Three glowing, corrupted mana stones floated out of the bloody remains. The System didn't hesitate. Invisible fire erupted from Kaelen's chest, instantly dragging the stones into his mental forge.
[Purifying Tier-1 Mutated Cores...]
[Impurities burned. Extracting Pure Vitality.]
A fresh wave of heat washed over Kaelen. He felt his muscle density increase by another fraction. His vision sharpened. The toxic air of the ravine smelled less foul and more... appetizing.
[Titan Body Progression: 5/100.]
[Notice: Host has leveled up.]
[Current Level: 2]
"This is ridiculous," Kaelen muttered, clenching his fists. The power surging through his veins was intoxicating. For eighteen years, mages had spat on him for being a Null.
Now, he realized magic was just fragile glass waiting to be smashed.
He began to walk deeper into the Slag Pit, looking for more cursed weapons to feed his blade and more beasts to feed his body.
But after ten minutes of walking, he stopped.
Half-buried under a pile of rusted armor was a human skeleton. It wasn't the skeleton that caught Kaelen's eye.
It was the silver spatial ring still clinging to its bony finger. It glowed with a faint, high-tier magical signature. Beside the skeleton lay a torn cloak bearing the golden crest of House Vance—Cedric's noble family.
Kaelen narrowed his eyes. "Well, well. What is a high-ranking Vance noble doing dead in the academy's garbage dump?"
He reached out to touch the ring.
[Warning! Lethal Curse Trap detected on the object!]
[If a Mage touches this, their mana core will instantly detonate.]
Kaelen paused. Then, his dark grin returned.
"Good thing I don't have a mana core."
He grabbed the ring.
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Chapter 30: Devouring the Demigod
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Chapter 29: The Titan's Anvil
Kaelen sat atop what passed for a throne: a chair forged from the welded, shorn armor-plates of three Royal Academy warlords, the whole thing stained with resin and thick, organic colors that, even now, were outgassing the death rattle of mana. He didn’t bother to elevate it. The “throne room” was merely the open, rain-soaked courtyard of the conquered Blackiron Fortress—renamed, by a hand-lettered sign nailed to the main gate, as “The Titan’s Anvil.” It was ugly, makeshift, and unguarded, and Kaelen thought it perfect.The first wave of newly loyal retainers shuffled before him, none exactly sure if court protocol applied or, for that matter, what flavor of etiquette kept your skull attached to your spine in the presence of a king who ate magic for breakfast. Heavy knights—real, plate-armored brutes, some still splattered with the blue blood of dead mages—lined the causeway. Behind them, the exiled “Body Refiners” of the southern city-states, a cult of anatomical engineers whose very
Chapter 28: The Skull Trophy
The Grandmaster’s face fit entirely into Kaelen’s hand.It was less a hand than a pale gold vice, each finger thick as a table leg, folded delicately around the wizard’s mouth, his nose, his eyes, the wet thin skin of his temples. The old man flailed, feet three feet above the floor, arms slapping helplessly against the trunk of Kaelen’s forearm. With one convulsive flex, the Grandmaster triggered every last auto-defense at his disposal: a dozen Tier-8 spell matrices, all preloaded with centuries of counter-assassination enchantment.The shield cascade was like staring into the heart of an arc reactor—layer on layer of burning blue, each with its own flavor of finality. Spheres of light coalesced around the Grandmaster’s head, nested to infinity, as if his skull had become the seed-pearl of a new universe. Mana roared, static burned the air, reality bent at the edges.Kaelen didn’t flinch. He didn’t counter the spells or even acknowledge them. He just squeezed.The first shield popped
Chapter 27: Flesh vs. Grandmaster
The courtyard reeked of ozone, voided bowels, and the cold metal tang of mass murder. The three Royal warships lay in their own smoldering graves, hulls crumpled and venting blue fire; around them, the shattered outlines of mages were smeared across the cobblestones like wet leaves after a monsoon. In the center of it all, a single upright corpse: the Tier-8 Grandmaster, who had somehow refused to die on schedule.He rose from the fuming debris, dragged himself first to his knees, then to his feet. The signature gold-and-crimson robes were shredded, one eye was swollen shut, but the other blazed with something primal. Not hate. Not even triumph. Just a need to not be the last page of his own chapter.Kaelen was already halfway across the yard. He strolled, relaxed, the Eclipse Slab balanced over one shoulder as easily as a schoolyard bat. His
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