The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1794: The Reckoning

Previously on The Invincible Full-Moon System...

Rex claims the Maw of Oblivion, a heavy and strangely designed Origin-rank axe that grants him significant stat bonuses despite his inability to use its demonic abilities. After securing Mira as his informant within the empire, he asserts his dominance over Alana and the Divine Saintess, vowing to destroy those who cross him. The tension is interrupted by the arrival of Ignatius Rei Invictus, a massive and powerful Scion of the Anger Stratum. Ignatius reveals that Rex is destined to kill the first God who attacked him, before declaring himself as the ultimate obstacle Rex must eventually overcome to reach Invincibility.

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Transforming into a Blank marks the inception of something monumental. A state that defies ordinary understanding.

Rex anticipated its arrival. The sensation permeated his marrow, his heart, and most significantly, his inherent power.

System notifications flashed across his field of vision, yet he ignored them. To be precise, he was unable to look away.

His gaze was locked onto the adversary standing before him.

The entrance made by Ignatius was nothing short of grand.

Perhaps that was his exact intent.

His overbearing aura surged outward—twisting and reshaping itself through the voidal vortex of Linthia. It resembled a heavy stroke from a painter's brush, where the world and the entire realm served as the canvas for the image within Ignatius’ mind.

As the energy seeped out like blood draining from a dying vessel, the introduction resonated within Rex’s consciousness.

’I am Ignatius Rei Invictus, the Unmaker of Realms,’

’The Throne of Absolute Mass’

’The World-Turner of Malakai,’

’Ruler of the Unbound Titans,’

Rex blinked, refocusing his attention on Ignatius.

’The one hundred and first Scion.’

From the man, Rex sensed a familiar heat.

It was the blistering heat of rage, refined into a level of power that surpassed imagination.

Deep within those eyes, beneath the brilliant flashes of anger, lay something far more profound.

It carried the weight of killing intent, yet it was different. Was it passion? Or perhaps love?

Rex remained uncertain, but it seethed like bloodlust while remaining significantly gentler. The total lack of a defensive response from the System only confirmed this observation. Suddenly, the aura expanded to cover the entire world, submerged the realm in a strange, crimson hue.

He was transporting Rex to a different dimension or perhaps another realm entirely. At the very least, it felt that way.

Within that space, the physical form of Ignatius expanded to an impossible magnitude.

As he grew, his aura flared like molten lava bursting from the depths of the earth.

The pressure was overwhelming.

Rex felt as though he might be pulverized instantly, yet he remained unharmed. A shimmering coat of power manifested on the surface of his skin. It was Ignatius’ own energy shielding him, preventing him from being crushed by the weight of the atmosphere.

The motive was now transparent. He intended to display the peak of his strength to Rex.

Once the environment solidified into a wasteland of colossal boulders, mountains, and jagged stone spears, the power within Rex was stirred. It ignited forcefully against his will, reacting instinctively to the presence of Ignatius’ power.

In a sense, this interaction felt like a ritual of courtship.

Similar to the bonding process between two Beta wolves.

The agonizing, suicidal torment. The self-hatred, the misery, and the bitterness. Every brutal hardship Rex endured during his path of Cultivation toward invincibility mirrored the growing trust and attention between two strange wolves.

Now, those two wolves had found common ground, forming a bond.

In this moment, as Ignatius revealed his full might and drew out Rex’s own power, it was equivalent to two wolves howling together to celebrate their shared connection. Like Rex, Ignatius had waded through an ocean of agony to reach his current height.

Lost kin. Lost lovers. Lost fragments of the self. All goodness surrendered.

Rex suddenly realized his power hadn't ignited against his wishes.

It was his own will that sparked it.

Moments ago, he assumed Ignatius’ pressure had forced a reaction.

However, the connection was mutual. Rex simply hadn't recognized it until now.

The realization struck him.

Both originated from the same Stratum of pain, bonding them at a subconscious level.

Nevertheless, there could only be a single Highseat of Invincibility.

Only one Alpha.

Therefore, they had to determine who would be forced to submit and who would stand to howl in triumph.

"Slay your First God, Scion... Rex Silverstar," Ignatius spoke to Rex with formal respect. He emphasized the name, carving the words into Rex’s mind. "His head is the price of admission to challenge me. Kaiser’s pathetic head is your ticket. But be warned... Should you become stagnant, the protection of invincibility shall be revoked, and I..."

The surrounding reality erupted.

Shades of crimson, black, and burnt orange consumed Rex’s sight along with the rest of the realm.

The display of might caused the very heavens to warp, as if reality itself was bending to the man's command.

It was nearly impossible to conceive that a being of such power existed, yet he stood right there.

"Will challenge your invincibility before you have the chance to challenge mine," he concluded with a final, grim expression.

Rex’s body burned in response to the declaration.

Blood surged through his veins, driven by the frantic pounding of his heart.

It wasn't Ignatius that unsettled him, but a specific question that surfaced in his thoughts.

From the moment he embraced his werewolf nature—which led him to accept the Invincible Apparition—he had fully integrated every hidden facet of his soul. No more concealment. No more guilt. Yet, that absolute acceptance forced him to look at the one truth he still tried to deny.

Even in the solitude of his own mind.

Perhaps, however, it was time for the truth.

<Yes.>

Rex felt a dryness in his throat despite not speaking aloud. He used only his thoughts.

He squeezed his hands into fists and posed the question.

<...>

<Result: Facial expression is consistent with a sincere smile.>

Rex’s knuckles turned white as he gripped his hands, hoping the reason for his grin wasn't what he suspected. In reality, he already knew. But lacking external confirmation, he sought the System’s input.

His constant companion.

<Breathing... Fast and shallow.>

The System possessed the ability to read his mind.

It had always been capable of this. Because of that, the System pierced Rex’s hopes with cold, undeniable facts. Item by item. Bit by bit. It ensured there was no way to ignore what his mind and body were undergoing.

Rex’s heart hammered against his ribs as if trying to break free.

He wanted to attribute the smile to fatigue, but that excuse was now gone.

Claiming the Blood Moon caused the smile was a possibility, but that too was false.

Ignatius, a titan of unimaginable strength, stood before him. Surely the smile was a nervous reflex of the weak? Yet again, the harsh truth extinguished that justification, forcing him to look at the reality.

The solitary answer became undeniable; he didn't even need the System to conclude its report.

Just like that, the part of him buried in the depths finally rose to the surface.

The combat, the encounters with god-like foes, the dance on the brink of death, and the evolution of power. These were the components that defined this side of him. Defeating enemies? Certainly. Guarding his loved ones? Yes, he desired that too.

But equal to those noble goals was a raw craving for blood and dominance.

Rex didn't require a mirror to know he was grinning widely. Likely a look as crazed and distorted as the one Ignatius wore. The rush in his veins and the heat of his rage were his body's way of admitting he craved this.

He wanted to be pushed to his limits.

He wanted opponents to attempt to take his life.

He was engineered for this very purpose.

Perhaps it was the werewolf within, or perhaps it was his true nature finally manifesting.

Which one it was didn't matter.

The only thing that mattered was that no enemy had yet succeeded in ending him. The same applied to Ignatius.

This made Rex wonder. Between him and Ignatius, whose perfect record would remain intact?

Rex remained silent, but his expression communicated everything to Ignatius.

Perhaps that was why this specific Scion had come to greet Rex at the Anger Stratum.

A Stratum reserved for the bloodthirsty.

Every Scion residing in the Anger Stratum had to be insane.

His new organ—the switch controlling his Blank state—throbbed within him. Like ice melting under a fierce sun or stone shattering under Ignatius’ pressure, the path ahead became clear.

Maybe that was the true purpose of Ignatius’ arrival.

To assist him in breaking his restraints.

Haxel had attempted to kill him despite his pleas. Empress Morgana had sold him out for an Archangel who was now rotting in the dirt. And Kaiser had cheated destiny with his divine influence. If Rex couldn't confront them and demand retribution, how could he ever hope to stand against Ignatius?

It would be impossible.

He had been hesitant before. His lingering attachments had clouded his judgment regarding what needed to be done.

Now, those attachments were scorched away by Ignatius’ overwhelming presence.

Kill or be killed. Ascend or perish.

His mind was finally focused.

Ignatius departed shortly thereafter.

Amanir and Linthia remained where they were, looking down to avoid eye contact, unable to hear the exchange. For a brief moment, the presence of Rex and Ignatius had seemed to vanish. To the witnesses, Rex was physically there, but his essence felt elsewhere.

When he "returned," he spoke once more with the powerful being.

This time, the two women could hear the conversation.

A strategy was formed—and with it, the mighty Scion offered a parting gift by fully replenishing Rex’s stamina.

His physical form seemed to tighten, growing more robust from the interaction.

Amanir might not have fully grasped the change, but Linthia... she could feel the massive surge in Rex’s power.

Even after her experiences in the Well of the Untold, despite the agony and the shadows, she still felt insignificant in Rex’s wake. Such was the nature of a rising power that everyone feared. No stagnation—only a violent, upward trajectory that nothing could hinder.

Presently, he was sprinting through the Black Rift, guiding them toward a destination.

"Where are we headed?" Amanir inquired, unaware of the internal shift, her voice cutting through the tension Rex had maintained. "Honestly, I haven't even heard the plan yet!"

"We are going to set an empire ablaze," Rex answered at last. His tone was deeper and more certain than it had ever been. "It takes a great force to burn an empire, so we are going to gather some recruits. Ah, I believe I see them now."