The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1852: God Realm: Primordial Meadow (2)

"Kaiser..."

Meloriana kept her gaze fixed on the fading spatial tear where Rex had emerged.

A look of agitation clouded her features.

Breaking through the reinforced veil forged by the Blood Moon’s influence was already a massive feat, but his subsequent actions were even more jarring. That he could manipulate his abilities while existing only as a soul, without a corporeal vessel, defied expectation.

"What do you think you are doing?" She spun around, her eyes burning with a dangerous mix of vexation and divine authority. "Why did you allow him to teleport them to safety?"

Her tone remained level, yet it was laced with a palpable sense of dismay.

Kaiser had deliberately allowed Rex to siphon off more divine strands, hoping to accelerate his divinity and thereby weaken the shackles imposed by the rules of their realm. The entire plan was orchestrated to bring them to this very juncture.

The goal was to dismantle the Silverstar Pack and shatter Rex’s sanity by inflicting the ultimate grief.

However, rather than sealing his path, Kaiser had permitted him to escape with two of his companions.

Receiving no response, Meloriana finally lost her composure.

"Do you honestly still believe this is standard operating procedure? You are affording him endless opportunities to evolve—to become a greater threat!" She shouted, jabbing a finger toward Kaiser’s chest. "We are becoming a laughingstock for failing to handle a mere mortal, and yet you proceed with this folly!"

"That is not my intention," Kaiser replied coldly.

He stood with his arms crossed, watching the remaining survivors below who were now entirely within his grasp.

"Not... your... intention?!" Meloriana’s voice reverberated like thunder. She emphasized every syllable as if delivering a verdict. "What could possibly be your aim, if not to eradicate him?"

"We do need to eliminate him, but can we truly bear the repercussions?" Kaiser locked eyes with her, his expression unyielding. His silent gaze demanded to know if she had fully considered the gravity of their situation. "It is not the world we fear, but the entity standing behind him."

Meloriana hesitated, her malice wavering.

She recalled the ease with which Rex had circumvented the entrapment of their planes.

A mortal should never possess such capability, implying the intervention of a far more formidable power.

"I let him concentrate on his pack so that I could deliver a blow powerful enough to bring him to the brink of death," Kaiser elaborated. There was deep calculation behind every move he made. "But the entity did not intervene. I sensed no threat of interference. It remains unclear, but he appears to no longer possess its protection."

"A significant discovery," Kaiser murmured, a flicker of murderous resolve lighting his eyes.

With the certainty that no consequences awaited, he had no reason to restraint himself.

He could finally dispatch Rex without the fear of a mysterious, all-powerful shadow looming over him.

"Even so—you heard his proclamation," Meloriana frowned. "He is undoubtedly heading for the God Realm. For us. Tracking him will be infinitely more difficult there than when he was bound to the lower plane."

"Furthermore, this whole endeavor is dangerously reckless," she added with mounting anxiety.

If Rex’s benefactor were still watching—and they had unwittingly provided him the divinity required to enter the God Realm—their situation could shift from dire to cataclysmic. Even now, that danger persisted.

"Regardless, we have confirmed that their bond is not intimate," Kaiser said, his gaze sharpening with the predatory focus of a hunter preparing for the kill. "And in the God Realm, the instant we locate him will be his end. Besides, he has no shortage of foes. With his reckless nature, he will only continue to make more."

"For now, we possess a Silverstar. She shall serve as our insurance. Our only task remaining is to hunt him down," he concluded.

Just then, a manifestation coalesced behind them.

A silhouette of smoky green formed into a humanoid shape, radiating an aura of overwhelming divine power.

"Permit me to assist," the figure whispered as it took form.

"You have awakened?" Meloriana looked genuinely surprised, though a sense of relief washed over her. "It is about time."

"Indeed. How refreshing to see you appearing so lively, sister," the entity smiled at her before shifting its focus to Kaiser. "Leave the tracking to me. I need to shake off the stiffness after a long slumber anyway, so this is perfect. After all, I am the superior tracker among us."

"Hmph," Kaiser scoffed. "Suit yourself."

...

Rex grit his teeth, staring hard at the humanoid apparition standing opposite him.

He wrestled with the urge to scan the entity for its statistics but ultimately held back, fearing the potential backlash right at the moment he might need to flee. It was a fool’s gamble to assume he was robust enough to fully inspect a Godling.

Misfortune seemed to follow him.

Watching the figure’s gaze, Rex detected none of the instinctual predatory tension he usually felt from rivals.

Yet, the way the entity held its frame suggested it was intimately familiar with combat.

Having spent his entire existence in the crucible of war, his senses were tuned to recognize telltale signs of a true fighter.

And Rex could see them clearly: this being was certainly a warrior.

Clang—!

Clang—!

Steel struck wood with a resonant, dull thud. It was a slow, deliberate rhythm. The figure repeatedly raised its weapon, striking the tree with pulses that echoed through the heavy silence of the meadow, beating like a cold, mechanical heart.

An intimidation tactic, Rex surmised.

Or perhaps, a territorial warning.

Yes, it was almost certainly a warning concerning his intrusion.

Rex knew the weight of stepping into someone else’s domain, and this sensation matched that pressure perfectly.

"Stay alert, everyone," he whispered through a strained throat. "Adapt immediately. You didn’t come with me just to be dead weight, did you? We might need to flee at any moment. I suspect we have wandered into someone’s backyard."

Davina managed to register his voice.

The biting sarcasm was the first thing to reach her.

"That is a low blow, especially when this is completely beyond my control right now," she retorted, clicking her tongue in annoyance.

"Nash," Rex called out. "Can you hear me?"

"Y-Yes..." he wheezed back.

"Some humanoid creature is closing in on us. It carries a javelin of some sort and is currently putting on a display of intimidation. Does this mean anything to you?"

"G-Gardener..."

"A Gardener? And what? Are we expected to vacate its garden?"

Nash began to reply, but his senses were still reeling, rendering his speech nearly incoherent.

CLANG—!

Another impact thundered, this time much louder.

The strike was so vicious that it gouged deep into the timber, sending shards of wood spraying outward as if the tree itself were being butchered.

"Nash, it’s getting incredibly agitated," Rex stood up, his voice brittle with urgency. Trying to carry all three of them while being hunted was impossible. A standoff was his only hope to stall until they recovered their wits. He refused to accept that escape was impossible. "How should I react? Is this like dealing with a bear? Should I mimic the noise?"

"F-Flower..." Nash managed to murmur.

"What does that even mean?" Rex demanded, but he couldn’t wait for clarification and immediately shifted his form.

He expanded his stature, making his silhouette broader and more intimidating, throwing his arms out wide.

He hoped to project enough menace to deter the creature from attacking.

"Hyaah—!" Rex bellowed. "Back off!"

The moment he finished, the creature ceased its striking, and the air froze with heavy tension.

It stared at Rex with such intensity that he felt as if his soul were being laid bare under a microscope.

"I clearly made a mistake, didn't I?"

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Rex's temple as the creature tilted its head slightly.

In the blink of an eye, the figure vanished and rematerialized directly in front of him.

It stood a full head taller. Up close, Rex saw that it was essentially a gargantuan version of an Ancient Human, its leathery, tawny skin mapped with deep scars. A black mask obscured its features, leaving only the mouth visible.

Instinctively, Rex grabbed Davina and prepared to leap back.

He had been caught off-guard by the creature’s sheer velocity.

But the entity was faster than his reflexes.

It clamped onto his wrist, and the entire world narrowed down to that single point of contact. Rex didn't even attempt to struggle. He intuitively understood that breaking its hold was impossible. The grip was absolute—a finality.

To escape, he would have had to sever his own limb.

He readied himself to do exactly that, but the creature acted first.

Swish—!

His eyes widened as the armored creature raised its dark javelin.

It swung downward, forcing Rex to instinctively raise his claws in defense, but the blow never connected.

Instead, it struck the earth further down.

Rex grit his teeth, fearing the creature intended to skewer the helpless Davina before finishing him off. But then he realized he had misunderstood its intent.

He gazed down to where the javelin point rested.

It was hovering over a tiny, baby-blue flower with five petals—a flower he had been trampling without notice.

Like a stern schoolmaster correcting a student, the entity used its javelin to tap the ground beside the blossom, demanding Rex’s full attention. Pay attention. Observe. Rex did just that, and the creature followed with a slow shake of its head. No dialogue, just the gravity of the gesture.

The message was unmistakable.

"Are you telling me I’m not allowed to step on these flowers?" Rex asked, completely bewildered.

The creature shook its head again.

It patiently reenacted its previous gesture, reinforcing that trampling this flower was forbidden, before scanning the surroundings. Its pale white eyes flashed upon locating another specimen.

Moving with eerie grace, it plucked a different flower nearby.

It shared the same baby-blue hue, but the edges of its petals were marked with black spots.

Rex watched silently as the gardener dropped that flower, ground it into the dirt with its heel, and twisted its foot.

"Ah... I finally understand." Rex sighed in relief, lowering his stance. "So, keep the baby-blue safe, but the ones with black spots are fair game?" He chuckled to himself—genuinely amused that he had been ready to die over such a trivial matter. "My apologies. I am new to these parts."

Satisfied that Rex understood, the creature waved a hand dismissively and turned to leave.

"It is a Gardener," Nash said, finally finding a semblance of focus. "They are common in the cavities of the Primordial Meadow. They aren't explicitly hostile—but you shouldn't provoke them. Stick to the path and don't harm the Baby-blue Periwinkles, and we will remain safe."

"A bit late for the warning," Rex clicked his tongue. "I was panicking over nothing."

"You really should have seen the look on your face," Lilliana added, barely containing her mirth.

Rex knew Nivellen had steered him toward a safer pocket of the God Realm. He understood it conceptually. But that knowledge did little to soothe the tension still coiled in his nerves. He was too conditioned to a life of killing—always expecting the strike from the shadows—to comprehend that a place like this could host something so tender. Or truly peaceful.

If the God Realm truly represented the zenith of the planes, then its diversity must be boundless.

"Don't think I didn't see you trembling as well, Davina," Rex snorted.

"That's a very low blow," Lilliana said, shooting him a sharp, pouting glance. "I am genuinely displeased."

"Yeah? Well, stay displeased while you get moving," Rex brushed off her complaint. "Prepare your Soul Artifact. You are acting as my Lunar spirit from now on."

Lilliana rolled her eyes but complied with his request.

Across from them, Rex noticed Davina surveying the area with genuine wonder in her eyes.

"What is it? You have never seen a meadow before?" Rex asked.

"That is not it," Davina shook her head, ignoring the edge in Rex’s voice. "This landscape resembles the Deific Grove of Concordia. It is stunning. I only wish I could have watered our tree before arriving here."

"No time for those pleasantries," Rex sat, beginning to channel his internal elements. "We have to locate the Overseer."