The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1793: Ignatius Rei Invictus

Elder Tilrith was a liar.

Alternatively, perhaps her descriptive skills were simply lacking.

The Maw of Oblivion bore little resemblance to the two-headed axe she had detailed; it possessed only a single blade. Contrary to her description of a crimson edge, it was a sharp, obsidian black. Furthermore, rather than a mouth at its apex, a jagged spike hummed with latent power.

Rex briefly suspected Empress Morgana had delivered the incorrect armament, but the System promptly corrected his assumption.

Taking the one-handed axe, Rex attempted to find his balance.

The weight was immense.

It was so heavy that his arm nearly gave way under the sheer pressure.

Having been trained since childhood to reach the pinnacle of human capability through the study of weapon alchemy and martial arts, Rex was well-acquainted with one-handed axes. However, this particular weapon’s design was fundamentally flawed. Standard craft dictated a light blade paired with a robust handle.

This weapon, however, was forged with a complete reversal of those principles.

The blade felt impossibly massive, while the handle seemed almost flimsy.

As he tested its movement, Rex feared the handle would snap, watching as the material flexed and stretched, yet it remained intact.

...

<Maw of Oblivion>

Equipment Rank: Origin (Eleventh-rank)

Durability: ∞

Demonic Fuel: 0% / 100%

Rune Slots: 10/10 (Max 10)

Weapon Ego: Levintir the Devouring Crown

Description: A relic bestowed upon Mother Eismirin by the Demon God. Forged in the pits of Hell and tempered by Sinful Fire, it carries the enchantment of the Godless Engine, the Demon God’s own domain.

Bonus Stats:

→ +25% physical stats (Scaling to +150%)

→ +25% intelligence stat (Scaling to +150%)

→ 25% mental stat (Scaling to +150%)

Abilities:

→ Hell Magnet: Infuses the axe head with unique demonic fuel, aligning its polarity with the core of Hell. The subsequent strike is pulled by infernal gravity, boosting energy output by 300%.

→ Oblivion Crown: Manifests a crown from the weapon's tip to harvest souls from the Gods asso—

→ Summon Levintir: Summon a—

...

Rex bypassed the full list of this magnificent weapon's capabilities.

There was no point in reading further.

The majority of these techniques demanded both a Demon's touch and demonic fuel to function—requirements he currently lacked. Nevertheless, the 25% stat boost remained accessible to him.

He scanned the description once more before shaking his head dismissively.

’Harvesting souls from the associated Gods.’

Rex quickly pushed the thought aside.

He was hardly in a position to criticize the axe's nature, considering he was currently usurping power from Kaiser, a God.

Mira had already departed, returning to the sanctuary of her opulent estate.

She would serve as his informant regarding the empire's internal affairs.

Rex had shown her clemency after she surrendered, not merely in body but in spirit. While some might view his mercy as insufficient, he had allowed her mind to find strength. Alana had watched the process unfold, noting the moment Mira’s eyes regained a sense of clarity.

The crimson haze receded, allowing her natural eye color to surface once more.

Though Alana witnessed the change, the mechanics of his feat remained a mystery to her.

Ultimately, it was not for her to understand.

However, one question continued to plague her mind.

’Why appoint Mira as his informant?’ Alana mused, remembering there were better options. There were others with superior standing and unquestionable loyalty who didn't require persuasion. ’Princess Davina belongs to him. She is fully committed as a member of his Cadre. Why not utilize her?’

Alana maintained her faith in the Scion that she and the Divine Saintess required.

He was the star destined to outshine all others.

A light so intense it might even reach the Highseat of Invincibility.

Yet, he remained an enigma to her.

’This choice must be tied to his future plans,’ Alana’s eyes narrowed in thought. ’Something Princess Davina probably wouldn't approve of.’ Suddenly, her eyes widened in a mixture of terror and realization, her frame trembling. ’Is he planning to...?!’

“Why so pale, Alana?”

Rex’s voice sliced through her thoughts, dripping with mockery.

He had finished his inspection of the Maw of Oblivion and was now securing it to his back.

Alana had no idea where the steel weapon strap had come from.

Like everything else about him, it was a mystery.

Amanir and Linthia were equally ignorant of the source, but they seemed less troubled, having grown accustomed to his ways.

“Regretting your path?” Rex asked, his head tilting slightly. “The Divine Saintess is still capable of attacking me if she chooses. I suspect there is still time for her to try.”

She wouldn't do it.

Rex was certain of that.

He had repelled the Divine Saintess using an obscure power. He had endured the crushing pressure of a God during the trial for the Blood Moon Echo. He hadn't flinched before the Scions or the Highseat of Invincibility. He had even healed a Goddess through his own means.

The Divine Saintess had already committed herself when she prioritized him over the empire.

Their fates were now intertwined.

In this moment, the Divine Saintess was effectively beneath him.

There was no path back.

The sudden appearance of the iron strap for the Maw of Oblivion was merely a final flourish.

A reminder to Alana that he possessed powers beyond her or her Saintess's comprehension.

There was no alternative but to submit to his will.

“The thought never entered my mind, Lord Rex,” she lied.

He saw through it. She knew he saw through it. Yet, the act of lying to him was a surrender in itself—a tacit admission that she and the Divine Saintess no longer had the standing to challenge him openly. “If you wish for the empire to fall,” she added, her voice softening, “then its fall is certain.”

“Excellent.”

Rex gripped her shoulder firmly.

Despite his pale complexion and the frailty caused by his injuries, the pressure he exerted felt as though it would crush her bones.

“However, I won't require the Divine Saintess to act. I don't need her help,” he whispered, leaning close until his breath, hot with suppressed fury, brushed her neck. “I intend to demonstrate to both you and your Saintess the fate of those who oppose me. I will show you that no one crosses Rex Silverstar without facing severe...”

Rex left the sentence unfinished.

But the warning was clear.

Betrayal would result in him painting her world in blood.

Just as he intended to do to the empire.

And perhaps the whole of the realm.

Gulp!

Alana’s frame shook, and she kept her eyes averted from Rex’s piercing stare.

“Now, leave. Observe me from above.”

“Yes, I shall watch in awe,” she replied, performing a gesture Rex initially mistook for a curtsy. It was an odd movement for a priestess. Instead, she lowered herself until her knees touched the ground, pressing her lips to the back of his hand in a display of deep, silent submission.

He hadn't demanded this, but she felt it was required.

Perhaps she sensed the volatile anger within him and hoped this gesture would soothe it.

It had little effect.

Only then did she dissolve into rays of light, ascending through the dark sky.

“You’ve terrified her,” Amanir remarked.

Ignoring the comment, Rex looked up into the seemingly empty sky.

But it wasn't empty.

Amanir and Linthia lacked the perception to sense what Rex did.

“Come to harass the newcomer?” Rex asked, his eyes beginning to glow like molten metal.

He engaged his Blank state via his new organ. It throbbed violently, sending waves of agonizing pain through his nervous system as his battered body struggled with the strain. Gritting his teeth, he remained steadfast, glaring into the void without flinching.

Even as blood stained his lips, he did not waver.

The two beside him looked upward, seeing nothing.

Then, the God of Might appeared.

Hovering fifty feet above was a figure of staggering proportions, easily twice Rex's size. His massive arms were broader than the thighs of three men, with veins pulsing beneath maroon skin like coiled snakes. His torso was a masterpiece of polished maroon muscle.

He was a living icon of raw power.

Maroon silk, merging with his ethereal form, covered most of his body, leaving only his chest exposed.

Vivid red tattoos flowed across his chest, face, and arms.

Most shocking of all were his eyes.

They were twin pools of molten ruby, identical to Rex’s own.

Linthia and Amanir recoiled, forced to look away from the entity.

Their eyes bled from the mere act of glimpsing his form.

“Domineering. Potent. You have established the foundation of the Anger Stratum.” The entity floated downward, stopping twenty feet above Rex. “But you are a showman. Your claim over the Divine Saintess is merely a performance. Was it for my benefit?”

“A performance?” Rex snarled. “It is no different than a wolf claiming its territory. I am setting boundaries—so that the dogs know where they shouldn't tread.”

The air grew thick with tension.

It was suffocating, as if the oxygen had solidified into a heavy weight pressing against their lungs.

Amanir feared Rex was being reckless.

This being could annihilate them instantly, yet Rex continued to provoke it.

However, Rex knew that this defiance was exactly why he wouldn't be killed yet.

“Calm yourself, pup,” the being said with a wave of his hand, causing the tension to evaporate instantly. “Save your fangs for later. I am far too ascended on the Stairs to care for the Divine Saintess. I am here for a different purpose. Are you prepared to listen?”

“Speak,” Rex said, adjusting his posture and relaxing.

“I belong to the Anger Stratum, as you have likely surmised,” the being said, pointing to his eyes. “It is tradition for an existing Scion to greet a newcomer to the stratum. Typically, this welcome involves protection from foes that are too powerful for the novice.”

Rex’s expression shifted.

Nivellen could only observe Kaiser’s actions, she could not stop them.

She was free from the Lunirich Edict, but still confined by the Banished Realm.

An ally capable of blocking Kaiser would be invaluable.

“However,” the being continued, noticing Rex’s interest. “Your adversary is your First God. I cannot interfere in that struggle.”

“Tradition?” Rex questioned.

The being nodded. “Correct. A Scion’s First God is off-limits to others.”

“What exactly do you mean by 'First God'?” Rex asked, still unfamiliar with these terms.

“I mean the First God you are destined to slay,” the being explained, a sharp grin forming. His voice sounded airy and detached, as if the lives of deities were trivial matters. “The First God who dares to strike at a fledgling Scion is the one that Scion must kill. Much like the first Scion who came for you. Think of it as... a requirement. A step toward your advancement. You'll grasp the meaning eventually.”

This was all new information.

Rex was ignorant of Scion customs; Kei Xun had not yet covered these topics.

He felt his breath hitch.

It wasn't the mention of Kaiser being his first target that shocked him, but the second part.

“Like the first... Scion?” Rex echoed.

As Rex realized the implication, the being’s grin widened, stretching toward his cheekbones. “Yes... The Scion who greeted you after your transition into a Blank.” He opened his arms wide as if showcasing himself. “He is also the Scion who sought your death. Therefore—he is the First Scion you must kill.”

“I am Ignatius Rei Invictus, the Unmaker of Realms, the Throne of Absolute Mass, the World-Turner of Malakai, and Sovereign of the Unbowed Titans—the one hundred and first Scion.” His aura erupted, fracturing the very fabric of the Spirit Realm just as Rex's power had affected the Mortal Realm. “Your journey toward Invincibility will either begin... or meet its end with me.”

<Notice: the user has encountered the Destroyer of Invincibility>

<Main Quest has been initiated...>