The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1792: A Tough One
Previously on The Invincible Full-Moon System...
The Blood Moon draws near.
Fear no longer holds any sway over him.
Rex has already fulfilled the Race Evolution Quest required for the Blood Moon's arrival, and Nivellen’s corruption has been purged by his hand. Kaiser’s influence over him has vanished. Though the Spirit Realm might still interfere with his path, the shadow it casts has lost its terror.
Even pain has ceased to be his constant partner.
Because the Gradual penalty reverted to its base level, Rex’s body—now forged and tempered by extreme agony—mocked the minor stings it currently endured. His physical form viewed the sensation with utter contempt. It was comparable to a child being pinched; while the first time brings tears, the tenth time elicits nothing unless the force is increased.
Since the pressure had lessened, his previous suffering transformed into a confident smirk.
The sensation had become trivial.
With his soul on a steady path to recovery, he finally possessed the luxury of time.
Nevertheless, urgency remained a necessity.
The uncertainty regarding how much longer Amanir’s fuse would last remained a source of concern.
Regarding his progress, the System had concluded the tallying of his Main Quest prizes.
<Rewards calculation completed!>
<Obtained: 500 million gold, Absolute Effect Manual, Preliminary Lunirich Godhood, and Evolution Pack.>
Rex examined the details of each reward he had earned.
True to its title, the Absolute Effect Manual provided the guidance necessary for him to mature as a Blank more rapidly and master its unique capabilities. A more extensive explanation accompanied the Preliminary Lunirich Godhood, which offered insights into the Lunirich Gods.
It provided only a foundational level of lore.
Though he hadn’t fully processed the data, he suspected it would offer concrete facts about them.
Information such as their identities, their total number, and perhaps a glimpse into the nature of their divine powers.
Much of this he might have already surmised.
However, given the exorbitant cost the System usually charged for details on those wretched Gods, receiving this as a reward was a testament to his massive increase in Cultivation and strength.
Currently, Rex estimated there were twelve Lunirich Gods, each tied to a specific month, though he suspected their numbers were actually higher. While most remained dormant for now, that would surely change once he arrived at their doorsteps.
Rex thought back to Nivellen’s mention of the Dame of Snow, the entity responsible for rewinding time to grant him a second opportunity to save her. Nivellen had spoken of that being without a hint of malice—only with a sense of gentle shock, a warmth shared only between siblings.
He gave a small nod; the Dame of Snow was likely a member of the Lunirich Gods or a deity closely aligned with that lunar pantheon.
He intended to return the favor eventually.
Perhaps that had been her goal all along.
Finally, the Evolution Pack remained an enigma.
Its description was frustratingly brief, leaving Rex with no way to draw a conclusion.
<An item that can only be activated when the time is right.>
Five hundred million gold was a staggering sum; when combined with his existing wealth, his total reached seven hundred and sixty million. It was a fortune. Rex desired to buy the mantra that Nivellen had hidden from him through the System store.
However, the price tag was a full billion gold.
Since he had other immediate needs for his funds, he could only set aside his desire for that mantra for the time being.
"Hasn't he taken things too far?" Amanir whispered softly to Linthia.
Standing before them was a woman they had never encountered in person until now.
Rex identified her as Mira, the firstborn of the Ravencort House—one of the Silverstars who had been converted shortly after the Kraken incident. When they had sensed her presence after the destruction of the Dragna Land and Sea, she had seemed majestic and ethereal.
Now, her fall from grace was evident.
Her hair was a tangled mess around her oval face, with sweaty locks sticking to her brow in messy waves. Her posture was marred by a heavy, exhausted slump. She appeared brittle and plain, appearing no different from any commoner found in the outskirts of Arbitgea.
Both her eyes glowed with a deep crimson.
While that wasn't their natural shade, the influence of the Blood Moon was clearly the cause.
Despite her noble birth, Mira looked like anything but a lady of high standing.
Earlier, Rex had let out a thunderous howl.
The others assumed he was inviting conflict, but the sound vibrated at a unique frequency.
It was a summons meant specifically for Mira.
No voidal beasts could detect it.
The only reason the three of them had heard it was their close proximity to him.
"I do not make it a habit to doubt His Majesty," Linthia replied, her eyes closing as she looked away.
She was unaware of how Mira had slighted Rex, but she wouldn't hesitate if he chose to execute her then and there. Such was the depth of her devotion. She believed that every action he took served a greater purpose.
Perhaps her time at the Well of the Untold had reshaped her, refining her ultimate ambition.
To serve Rex in whatever way he required.
"Unbelievable..." Amanir let out a scoff of pure shock. "Wow... Does traveling strip away your ability to think for yourself? Where did the little sister Linthia we once knew go? I can't find her. Did you murder her or something?"
"That version of Linthia was weak," she replied with icy indifference. "She no longer exists."
Pah!
Linthia’s eyes flew open in shock as she spun toward Amanir, clutching her backside where he had just struck her.
Her face flushed deeply with shame.
Never before had anyone dared to touch her in such a way.
"You—?!" she sputtered, using both hands to cover herself. "Have you no sense of propriety?!"
"Aha—there she is!" Amanir pointed at her glowing face. "I don't think she's dead at all; she's just hiding behind a cold mask. Besides, there’s no need for etiquette between an ancestor and his distant descendant. I’ve lived for thousands of years, remember."
"I’m reporting this to Devo. We shall see who holds the higher seniority then."
"Wait, there’s no reason to involve the old man!"
"Aren't you the old man here?"
"True... but Devo is the elder to the elders!"
"That's enough," Linthia said, turning her back in irritation. "Concentrate on unlocking that chest before you face Rex’s wrath. He ordered you to have it open before he finished, didn't he?"
"Fine, fine," Amanir grumbled, rolling his eyes as he returned to fiddling with the lock. "Rex said this, Rex said that... he must have put a spell on you to turn you into his puppet."
Alana moved forward with a slight limp.
She took a position beside Rex like a quiet guardian, staring down at Mira.
"Who is this woman? Why have you brought her here?" Her voice carried clearly to Mira, causing the captive woman to raise her head.
"Need her?" Rex let out a short, mocking laugh, his sharp smile curving like a sickle moon. "I am merely offering her a final opportunity. There won't be another after this. I'll discard her if she refuses. I have no use for those who cannot bow."
It was a transparent lie.
Rex absolutely needed her.
If she were useless, he wouldn't have expended the effort to summon her specifically with his howl.
He wasn't known for being merciful.
Above all, he required her to acknowledge him as her Alpha. He believed that forcing her to endure the feral instincts of a werewolf as the Blood Moon peaked would break her spirit. The Blood Moon was notoriously agonizing for the mind, particularly for those recently turned.
It felt like needles piercing the skull, a pain that could only be soothed by the sight of blood.
Rex remembered that madness from when he first acquired the system.
It was a frenzy far more intense than any normal full moon.
Yet, despite the red haze in Mira's eyes, a flicker of rebellion remained.
It was faint, but it persisted.
Mira was proving difficult to break.
He was vastly more powerful than her now, of course.
He could easily force her into submission with raw power.
But for some reason, he wanted her to yield of her own volition. Perhaps it was the way she looked at him—a gaze that reminded him of Calidora and stung his pride.
Rex wanted her respect.
Perhaps she had intended this all along, using her defiance as a psychological tool against him.
Mira likely realized Rex was bluffing.
However, the bloodlust clouding her mind made logical thought nearly impossible.
"I will perform one task for you faithfully," she finally whispered, conceding slightly. "Anything you ask. In exchange, you must stop this thirst for blood."
"A single task? I am your Alpha. You are essentially my property, yet you only offer one favor?" Rex laughed without any mirth. "Are you making a joke of me?"
"I was weak when I first transformed you," Rex said, standing tall and glancing down at his own powerful frame. "Now, I am stronger than you can imagine, capable of even challenging your father."
Mira understood his desire.
He wanted her validation, a submissive word to stroke his ego.
That would be enough for him to agree—but offering a compliment was painful when he was the one who had cursed her, and her mind was drowning in gore. She tried to speak. Words of submission formed within her, but they twisted into a sharp, pure urge to strike him down.
Her body wouldn't obey the impulse, but the intent was unmistakable.
It was a fascinating display.
"I—"
"Even Princess Davina isn't as difficult as you."
"Princess Davina...?"
"You turned her as well...?" she croaked in disbelief.
"She requested it, and I granted her wish," Rex replied with a casual shrug.
A new strategy formed in his mind. Observing her shock regarding the Princess, he cursed himself for not thinking of it sooner.
Princess Davina was the gold standard of the empire, the idol of every noblewoman. Everyone aspired to be her. That included this stubborn woman, who chose to see only the monster in him.
"I transformed Princess Davina, yet where is she now?" Rex looked around the empty space as if searching for her. "I didn't call for her. I howled for you. Does that not signify your importance?"
Gulp!
The flattery hit its mark.
Surpassing Princess Davina in any regard was usually unthinkable.
The Princess was a phoenix in the clouds, while Mira was merely a peacock on the ground.
Beautiful, perhaps, but entirely outclassed by the celestial bird.
But in this specific moment, she held the higher position.
Perhaps she only ranked above the Princess in Rex’s eyes, but she was the one he wanted. He was her fiancé, and his attention was fixed solely on her. That carried weight. Maybe Rex wasn't entirely a lost cause. Her internal wall began to crumble, just a fraction.
She hadn't completely surrendered, but she was close enough for Rex.
"Three tasks, then," she stated, trying to maintain some shred of her dignity. "I will perform three tasks for you with total sincerity."
"Agreed. But from this moment on, you will address me as Alpha. Not Rex, not Lord, but Alpha."
"Very well..." Mira looked up, seeing him waiting for her to finish the sentence. "...Alpha."
The sound pleased him.
The word rolled off her tongue with a melodic quality, as if it were natural for her to say it.
Or perhaps Rex was simply biased because he had wanted to hear it so badly.
And like a perfectly timed conclusion to his success, the chest popped open with a metallic click.
Rex turned toward Amanir and witnessed a violent eruption of demonic Qi.
The Maw of Oblivion.