The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1850: One Absolute Rule

All the events that unfolded from the moment the System appeared felt surreal, like a vivid dream.

Rex kept anticipating the instant he'd awaken, particularly after exacting his revenge on Ruston.

Prior to this, he had been merely an ordinary human. Feeble. Insignificant. Possessing such immense power ought to remain a mere fantasy. It had to be a delusion born from his inner turmoil, soothing his spirit with unattainable fantasies.

Occasionally, Rex sensed the earth pressing against his back.

Maybe he remained sprawled in that woodland, encircled by the scorched remains of Ghouls.

Maybe his fading consciousness sought to convince him that he avenged his parents before reuniting with them, whereas in truth, he had nothing left to offer. Perishing as mere fodder—utterly overlooked in the vast war's design—defined his sole purpose.

At times, he longed for the days when life moved at a gentler pace.

He yearned for the meals prepared by his mother. Longed for his father's sage advice. Longed for Mrs. Greene's warm embrace. Longed for the lighthearted exchanges with his peers, back when the academy's routine shielded him.

Yet upon opening his eyes, the heavy coating of blood burdening his form jolted him back to the harsh present.

In this world, normalcy demands a steep toll.

Those impoverished and hapless souls unable to cover the cost yield their destinies to the mighty.

The mighty spill their blood to safeguard that normalcy.

However, at times, when the mighty ascend to great heights, their own blood proves insufficient to meet the demand. Each of them eventually arrives at the juncture where they must discard their former blood and substitute it with a superior form.

For Rex, that moment had now arrived.

Directly overhead loomed a cluster of clouds drawn toward an enormous golden circle.

It commanded the overhead expanse like a regal diadem.

The subterranean room enveloping him was immense, spacious enough to accommodate a hundred thousand even if crowded, yet the golden ring's aura rendered the area boundless. It ascended in tiered loops of gleaming gold and iron etched with archaic patterns that throbbed subtly with supernatural might.

Celestial power seeped from it in constant flows.

Faint beams of radiance cascaded from its central edge, cascading to the ground akin to a heavenly cascade. The atmosphere near the ring quivered beneath that force's intensity—pristine and weighty, as though the very domain strained to hold it.

Bolts of electricity twisted and snapped around the edifice.

Every flash expanded in a broad aura, bathing the vicinity in a subdued amber light.

As anticipated, activating the passage to the God Realm proved remarkably straightforward.

Upon acquiring the initial strands of divinity, the entrance to the divine domain becomes accessible.

Rex looked back over his shoulder.

Besides Linthia, Davina, and Lilliana, Nivellen stood there too.

Her gaze toward him held no affection.

Rather, anger filled her eyes. She joined Linthia in opposing his venture into the God Realm, primarily viewing it as an impulsive choice driven by rage rather than the sound judgment typically needed for such a momentous step.

Truthfully, Rex couldn't fault her perspective.

Yet from his earlier blood oath against Kaiser, he gained a key insight.

Usually, when confronting an opponent far superior to him, one he stood no chance against, the System would step in to ensure his protection. Not even the greatest prodigy from history's records could endure a fight against a foe offering zero odds of victory.

The System considers such an imbalance unjust.

Provided the odds aren't zero, it views the contest as equitable and refrains from meddling.

By now, should the user perish, the System would likely regard it as mere survival of the fittest.

Thus, the System's failure to halt Kaiser's outright assault earlier pointed to just one conclusion.

A possibility for triumph existed for him.

And that sufficed for Rex to commit to this path.

Suddenly, the entrance swung wide, admitting two forms who hurried into the room.

Varya and yet another Shade Crawler appeared.

More precisely, the final Shade Crawler yet to transform into a Silverstar.

"I apologize, Your Highness," Varya dipped in a slight bow, her features shadowed by regret. "But this is the sole survivor of that cursed trial."

"Hmm," Rex tsked in irritation.

Nevertheless, he motioned for the Shade Crawler to draw near.

"Royal Black Prince," He knelt on one knee. "It is an honor to receive this opportunity."

"You’re stronger than the other Shade Crawlers," Rex examined this Shade Crawler, Nash, and found himself startled by his Divine Spirit level of power. Moreover, he appeared more aged than his kin. Thicker fur and keener gaze. "No wonder you endured the backlash, unlike your siblings."

"You flatter me," Nash inclined lower. "I am merely fortunate."

"Still, I have to ask, are you sure you can accept this? You’re an Alpha, after all."

"Alpha or Beta, it doesn’t matter. It’s natural for the strong and the royal to be the Alpha. As long as you send me to kill and let me feed, I can accept this fine."

"If it’s blood and flesh you seek, you’ll be welcomed into my pack."

Rex signaled for him to part his jaws.

He obeyed, receiving with poise the droplets from Rex’s palm as though they were sacred elixir. Aware of the blood's value, he wasted none and bore the intense burn within as additional drops slid down his gullet.

Several minutes elapsed before he saturated.

Rex pivoted aside.

With his impending journey to the God Realm, he planned to fulfill the pack slot mandate for the Race Evolution Quest. Converting others might prove challenging there, so completing it beforehand made sense.

The Shade Crawlers could readily meet the requirement with their abundance.

That Chaos entity, however, slaughtered numerous ones.

Reflecting on it still sent shivers through him. Terrifying was the realization that the being had instantly scanned Rex. It discerned all connected to him and struck them without mercy. Since Rex wasn't the initial target, the System stayed dormant.

It amounted to a grave mishap, leaving him one short for the quota.

In that moment, his eyes drifted to Lilliana.

"Do you want to be like your sister?" He inquired tonelessly.

"I thought you were the rough type," Lilliana grinned suggestively. "Someone who doesn’t question—and only takes."

"Absolutely not," Davina glared at them in firm denial. "How is it fair she got it when she hadn’t done anything to earn it?"

"Unluckily for you, sister, I did do something to earn it."

"What...? What did you do? You didn’t do anything!"

Rex lacked patience for their squabble, so he beckoned Lilliana closer and offered her his blood.

He sliced his remaining palm and pressed it to Lilliana’s lips. She offered no resistance, permitting his actions freely. Crimson liquid poured into her mouth—and along her esophagus. She gulped it down. Swallows full. Throughout, her sibling's glare pierced sharper than steel.

Yet she remained powerless to intervene.

Especially following her prior words to Rex.

Lilliana required more time to hit her threshold.

Nash possessed modest aptitude, though the alteration from the Black Rift bolstered his resilience, limiting his intake of Rex’s blood. Conversely, Lilliana hailed from nobility—a pure descendant of Duke Lorcan.

Though not matching Davina's prowess, she qualified as a prodigy nonetheless.

Eight minutes ticked by before she maxed out.

While the pair assimilated the blood and evolved into Silverstars, Linthia drew near.

At first, he assumed she'd object to his actions.

She merited Silverstar status as well.

Rex excluded her from his plans because her destiny lay in leading as a commander, enriching the Clarentium Empire's variety. He refrained from turning her for that reason—and believed she grasped it.

Yet her approach stemmed from another motive altogether.

"Are you really, really sure about this, Your Majesty?" Linthia questioned once more.

She had gazed into the vista past the overhead portal, perceiving the infinite expanse beyond. Rex dominated nearly unchallenged in the Mortal Realm, reigned as a titan in the Spirit Realm, but he'd rank as a mere whelp in the God Realm.

A vulnerable one at that.

Kaiser had already toyed with him, yet this response bordered on radical overkill.

"Adhara needed my help," Rex replied. His pulse quickened at the thought of her plight, though composure had returned. Beyond releasing his fury and fear, he now understood his course. "And as long as Kaiser and the Lunirich Gods are alive, there can never be peace.

"Are you doubting my abilities?" He arched an eyebrow.

"Your Majesty..." Linthia squeezed her eyes shut tightly and balled her hands. "Just come back. I still dream of the day you finally achieved peace. And I also still dream of the day you’d appointed me as the general of the empire."

She hesitated.

All that anticipated his homecoming and all potentials raced through her thoughts.

Countless joys awaited Rex's experience.

"You also still have to come back for her. Your daughter needs a father," Linthia lifted her gaze to meet his squarely. Tears welled in her eyes. "If things are too hard—come back. You have nothing more to prove."

Rex found her words startling.

Perhaps as a woman herself, she empathized with their sentiments.

Currently, she embodied Adhara, Evelyn, Gistella, and Calidora in his view.

That compelled him to nod.

"Of course," He reassured, grasping her shoulder. "I’ll only see if I can strike a blowback. If I succeeded, the Lunirich Gods would at least have more to consider before attacking me. I’m not going to push my luck too much."

A grin spread across Linthia’s features.

Precisely those assurances she sought from him. That he'd prioritize safety.

And deep down, he recognized it.

Rex observed her ease and held his tongue. Allow her to embrace the deception. Allow her peace.

His purpose in entering the God Realm extended beyond merely prodding Kaiser; it aimed to inflict massive harm that would weaken the Blood Moon's might. Should opportunity arise for greater feats, he'd eliminate Kaiser permanently.

Naturally, such audacious acts demanded perilous gambles.

Demise loomed probable.

But when had death ever seemed improbable in his rise to dominance?

He could tolerate only so much.

Kaiser and the Lunirich Gods pursued him ceaselessly via every vulnerability.

Those scoundrels had signaled plainly they wouldn't cease until he and all he cherished lay in ruins. Though he lagged behind their tier presently, the System made them cautious. That alone served as his foothold.

To strike back, he must venture where he could wound the Lunirich Gods.

Rex fixed his stare on the portal overhead while breathing out to steady himself.

His gaze gleamed with insight, as if unveiling the world's hidden realities.