The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1855: There’s Always Danger

As a creature of the night, the System continuously reminded Rex that he was far more than a mere human.

It refrained from issuing direct rebukes.

Nor did it use glaring notifications to make its point.

Instead, the System offered rewards whenever he embraced his primal side. Now, through the Nigh-Divine Adaptation skill, the System made it clear: he would be handsomely incentivized to act like the werewolf he truly was.

Hunt and consume.

Two simple, pleasurable instincts for any werewolf.

Rex gripped a nearby tree trunk, shattering it with a single squeeze. His predator instincts tunneled his vision, narrowing his focus toward the two Gardeners locked in combat ahead. Four canine fangs lengthened and pierced his gums, drawing blood.

Like a wolf on the prowl, he crouched low to the ground.

Davina and Lilliana had witnessed his werewolf form before and seen his animalistic tendencies.

Yet, they had never seen him this inherently savage—more beast than man.

In previous battles, his werewolf form had been vicious and overbearing, terrifying others with an oppressive aura. This time, however, his presence seemed to dissolve into the shadows entirely.

The insatiable desire to hunt burning in his eyes left no doubt that he was truly a predator.

He was hungry.

Rex raised his claws and turned to leave, seeking the perfect opening to strike.

Before he could advance, Lilliana blocked his path.

"This is the God Realm, have you forgotten?" she challenged. Acting rashly in a plane even more dangerous than the Spirit Realm was a recipe for disaster. "Do you truly believe there are no monsters here as insane or strong as you? They certainly exist, and they are actively hunting for others to devour."

"Let's practice restraint. We need a secure foothold before making any moves."

"I couldn't care less about the other monsters here," Rex countered coldly. His glowing red eyes sent a shiver down her spine. "I didn’t cross over just to hide in terror. That would fly directly in the face of my purpose for coming here."

"Look around you," Rex gestured at the expanse with a sharp finger. "Danger is a constant in every realm—the Mortal Realm, the Spirit Realm, and now, the God Realm. No matter the name, the power struggle remains identical. My approach to survival never changes: I dominate. Until I stand above everyone, the threats will never diminish. Those monsters will never cease their hunt."

"But they aren't our enemies right now," Davina interjected.

She was prepared to kill, but only when it was earned.

Even if they successfully slaughtered these two Gardeners, someone surely would notice their disappearance or investigate. Perhaps these entities were connected to a larger, dangerous faction under the Overseer of Realms.

The variables were endless, and the risks were catastrophic.

As an emperor, she expected better foresight from Rex.

Yet, unbeknownst to them, Rex had already calculated every eventuality with terrifying speed.

"I know you're wondering how I can manifest my items even when this space belongs to someone else," Rex said, his lips curling into a lethal, mischievous smirk. He raised his hand, and a simple stick materialized from thin air like a stage magician’s trick. "Perhaps it's time I shared that secret."

He dropped it.

The stick thudded point-first into the soil, vibrating like an unspoken challenge.

A pulse of energy rippled outward, hidden from everyone but Rex.

"How do you think that's possible?" Rex asked, drawing their full attention. Neither sister had an answer. Even their rings, imbued with the very Law of Space, had become useless in this domain.

Yet, Rex remained completely unaffected.

"The truth is quite simple," he said, his voice dropping to a low, absolute tone. "I possess power greater than the master of this realm. Why do you think the Lunirich Gods are so terrified of me?"

His words landed like a bolt of lightning in their hearts.

In truth, both women knew Rex routinely exceeded even their highest estimations.

A Mortal Realm dweller capable of dominating the Spirit Realm and winning over the Divine Saintess was no ordinary man. He had descended like a meteor, shattering the power structure until even the Sky People fled their paradise.

His strength was only one part of the equation.

There was his indomitable willpower and his ferociously protective nature, too.

To think he carried something more powerful than an Overseer of Realms seemed impossible, yet his gaze projected an unwavering, cold truth.

Every instinct they possessed confirmed he wasn't lying.

"With that in mind, why would I ever hide?" Rex kept his head bowed, his senses locked on the distant Gardeners while his mind pondered his next move. "Do you know that specific sensation before a great battle? That moment where it becomes kill or be killed?"

He looked up, meeting their gazes.

They understood that feeling all too well.

Unlike the common folk, nobles lived in a cruel world where the strong dictated reality.

Both sisters had endured their fair share of brutality.

The recognition was clear in their eyes.

"My enemies view Gods as no different from mortals. If I cower now, how can I hope to eventually crush them?" Rex asked. It was a genuine inquiry, yet they had no rebuttal. "I must grow stronger. It is the only way to safeguard the pack. To protect you both."

"Stay or help—that is your choice. Regardless, I am hunting those two." Rex turned away.

"Men…" Lilliana muttered, shaking her head.

"His passion has always been his greatest charm," Davina said, quickly pulling her hair into a high ponytail. "Come, elder sister. Let us hunt."

Suddenly, a massive aura descended upon the area.

It pressed down on their shoulders with the weight of a heavy boulder.

Rex and the sisters dropped to a crouch instantly.

It wasn't because this entity was vastly stronger than the Gardeners—quite the opposite. They ducked because, the moment this new figure appeared, the two warring Godlings froze mid-strike, as if their parent had suddenly arrived.

They were paralyzed by presence alone.

This could only mean this new arrival held genuine authority within the Primordial Meadow.

"You don't look surprised," Davina whispered, her eyes drifting toward the seemingly mundane stick Rex had discarded earlier. "You knew."

Hunting the Gardeners might have appeared reckless, but it was far from it.

Not with the System active.

Rex had programmed the System to scan the surrounding miles every five seconds, granting him perfect perception of every living being and shift in the terrain. He had known this entity was approaching, likely drawn by the disturbance.

That was why he hadn't attacked immediately.

And it was why he had indulged the sisters' questions earlier.

He had intended to watch the Gardeners interact with the new threat first.

Like a true predator, he was confirming the nature of his prey.

As for the stick, it created a distortion field that blocked detection from even the most powerful entities. While it didn't cost billions, it was enough to keep them hidden so long as they remained cautious.

With the System’s constant monitoring, he could easily negate any remaining gaps in his defense.

"Of course you knew," Lilliana chuckled.

From the shadows of the meadow, a figure hovered, refusing to let his feet touch the same ground as the Gardeners. He wore a blue tunic and golden light armor. While his raw energy was lower than the Gardeners, his gear bridged the gap effectively.

Every piece of equipment was of top-tier, divine-grade quality.

The figure didn't need strength when his armor provided it for him.

Rex scanned the items, stunned by the massive physical and magical boosts they provided.

Unlike the bare Gardeners, this figure was encased in powerful plate armor from head to toe. A distinctive insignia—a winged key surrounded by orbiting magical rings—was embossed on his steel plating.

Blitz—!

With a flick of his wrist, the figure summoned a long golden whip that struck the earth.

The Gardeners' faces paled at the sight.

The one who appeared to be an Ancient Human raised his hands in a pathetic gesture of mercy. It was the movement of the weak.

He should have spoken.

He should have justified his actions.

But when he opened his mouth, no sound emerged. Only desperate silence.

"Disgusting pigs!"

Katcha—!

A deafening crack tore through the air as the whip struck again and again. Lilliana and Davina flinched with every resounding lash, but the figure showed no mercy. His disdain was palpable through his helmet.

Blow after blow drove the Gardeners to their knees, broken and bleeding.

Seeing the carnage, Rex finally understood why the Gardeners were so scarred.

They could have fought back.

They might have even defeated the figure if they had committed, but they lacked the spirit.

"How dare you cause such an uproar and force me to intervene?!" the figure roared, stomping on the Gardener's head. His eyes fell upon a nearby Baby-blue Periwinkle, and he realized the cause of the conflict. "You risked it all for one flower?! You disturbed my peace for this?!"

"Since you have ruined my mood, your quotas are doubled!" He sneered, grinding the Gardener’s face further into the dirt. "Actually, make it triple! Cross me again, and you will learn the true meaning of pain..."

The figure suddenly froze, noticing someone watching from the shadows. "Who goes there? Identify yourself!"

He received no answer, only a gaze that treated him like a piece of meat.

Swish—!

Tendrils slithered from the ground, wrapping around his body before he could mount a defense. Lightning-like energy surged from his armor as he attempted to break free.

Then, the pressure of suffocating gravity pinned him to the spot.

His body became so heavy that standing straight became impossible.

"Such exquisite armor," Lilliana whispered, appearing directly behind him.

"Don't bother struggling," Davina added, hovering above with crossed arms. "You are already a dead man."

"W-What?" the figure gasped inside his helmet. "Do you have any idea who I am?!"

Before he could react, blood trickled from his chin as a pair of crimson eyes appeared directly in front of his visor. Rex stood inches away, his claws slowly sliding out from his stomach, tearing through metal and flesh alike to pull out glistening entrails.

"Tell me, what energy do you utilize?" Rex asked, his tone oddly curious. "Do you even know what they are?"

"E-Energy...?" The figure choked on his own blood.

"Yes," Rex said, his claws tracing the gap in the armor around the figure's neck.

"I-I know it! Don't kill me, and I'll tell you everything!"

"That is all I required, thank you."

Splash—!

Rex plunged his claws into the figure’s neck, effectively severing the jugular.