The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1861: Cycle of Divine Strands

Crimson blood trickled from Caspian’s mouth.

His eyes shifted downward.

A clawed hand thrust out from his chest, ripping through flesh and bone without mercy.

He thought he had put enough distance between himself and the peril—supposedly safe at last—yet that safety proved to be just another cruel deception. Only now did it dawn on him that he faced no ordinary foes. It felt as if destiny itself had turned against him, throwing him into a battle he couldn’t possibly win.

Beings whose power far surpassed his own limits.

Rex yanked his claws free from Caspian’s chest, observing as the body crumpled lifelessly to the earth.

A single strike straight to the heart. Meant for instant death.

To ensure no revival was possible, Rex seized the head and wrenched it off. The skull and spine detached in a horrifying tug. Luckily, no witnesses were present save for the ancient trees encircling the scene.

<Killed a one-star Awakened Demigod!>

<Obtained a massive amount of experience and 13,000,000 gold>

<Level up!>

Rex tossed the bloody mess away and examined his hands.

This marked his initial attempt at merging powers from the Spirit Realm and Mortal Realm simultaneously, and though he might not be fully accustomed to the blend yet, it had sapped tremendous stamina and energy. Still, the outcome was undeniable.

Previously, he had fused the Primordial Step with the Voidal Moonflow Acceleration.

Three distinct energies powered that fusion at once, yielding astonishing results.

With one explosive dash, Rex bridged an enormous gap—instantly closing in on Caspian. Even the unfortunate Godling, whose speed nearly matched his, failed to react. Now, thrill surged through him at the capabilities of his enhanced form.

"I’m used to using multiple energies at the same time. All thanks to having multiple elemental affinities and being a werewolf," He clenched his fist as his lips curled into a smile. "I never thought much about it, but it’s paying off now. But it’s not enough. More. I need more power."

His foes numbered in abundance.

Even with his rapid progress, faster advancement was essential.

Moments later.

After eliminating the two Godlings, Rex reunited with the sisters to find Zev.

Zev appeared to have awaited their return, though surprise etched his features upon seeing the trio back unscathed, with zero trace of the other two Godlings. Moreover, they showed no strain from overcoming those foes, which defied all logic.

‘People from the Spirit Realm can actually reach such heights of strength?’ He gulped nervously.

He anticipated a routine day like any other.

Yet fate apparently had different plans in store.

"Gather your Gardeners," Rex commanded, eyeing the tree lines where several Gardeners peeked curiously. They had all sensed and heard the disturbance—eager to uncover the cause. "Gather all of them now."

"What are you planning to do?" Zev questioned in a grave voice.

From every perspective, this scenario spelled disaster for him.

Davina and Lilliana inwardly praised his decision not to flee.

"Must I repeat what I asked?" Rex kept his expression impassive, yet that very composure carried its own menace.

Zev had no option except obedience.

He assembled his Gardeners, lining them up neatly. They sought explanations from Zev. Any at all. But received only an anxious look back. Their master’s typically stoic face now bore a mask of worry that seemed alien.

And that expression revealed it all.

Rex inspected every one, confirming his prior observation: all bore the Curse of the Cavity.

An Oustification embodies the universe’s essence, akin to the Laws Spirits wield—but in a far more potent form. A Minor Oustification links lower beings to a particular God, explaining why Rastrikan Demons no longer threatened him.

To them, Rex formed part of their very existence, so injuring him equaled self-harm.

By extension, a standard Oustification ties to a superior entity’s essence.

That distinction likely divides mortals from Demigods and Gods.

The Curse of the Cavity should follow suit—a shard from a greater being, specifically the Overseer of Realms’ fragment. Rex couldn’t query the System for precise details on this Oustification, but its connection to the Baby-blue Periwinkle sparked a hypothesis.

Gardeners exist purely to harvest these flowers.

Rex had previously analyzed the blooms, detecting divine strands within.

Combined with his knowledge and the Godlings’ swift recognition of their Spirit Realm origins, the full truth emerged.

Simply grasping that clarified the God Realm’s inner workings.

Godlings like Zev oversaw keeping Gardeners controlled.

Rex surveyed the vast, unending meadow.

<Yes. A lower realm is tied to a higher realm or more that belongs to a specific God or multiple Gods>

Rex’s eyes gleamed at the system alert.

The System validated his reasoning, opting to complete the evident gaps.

With that confirmed, Rex realized the Mortal Realm connected to numerous Gods supporting the Supernatural races, possibly even Ancient Humans. Consequently, Kaiser and fellow Lunirich Gods drew divine strands from the Mortal Realm too.

Werewolves likely produced those strands continuously.

Merely stepping into the God Realm unveiled more insights than ages in lower realms.

He finally comprehended the true nature of Gods.

Like a bursting dam, strategies to wound the Lunirich Gods poured into his thoughts.

Ideas that kept a grin plastered on his face.

"All of them are stronger than you. How can you keep them in line?" Rex inquired, intrigued by how Godlings subdued these Gardeners. "Don’t answer me with words. Show it to me. I want to know."

Zev summoned the whip once more, prompting immediate shudders among the Gardeners.

Crucially, Rex noted their auras plummet sharply in the whip’s presence.

"We have this mass-produced artifact that was passed down through generations," Zev’s gaze fixed reverently on the whip, treating it like a cherished heirloom preserved across eras. "It suppresses anyone bound by the Curse of the Cavity. An Oustification—that kept them tied to the meadow’s cavity."

Rex gave a nod.

His theory aligned closely with reality.

Davina advanced, examining each Gardener closely. She assessed them, noting the diversity—each from a distinct race. One human-like. Another humanoid. Yet another a pure beast.

Without a word, she extended her claws and plunged them into one’s heart.

"Krrghk?!"

A Gardener’s eyes bulged in shock from the abrupt assault.

But Davina showed no pity.

She ripped out the heart, slaying it in a flash with utter ruthlessness.

"What are you doing?!" Zev’s howl shattered the silence, eyes wide in horror. "Do you have any idea what you’ve done?! The Curse of the Cavity... Do you know how long it took to develop it in them?! And you just... You just killed him like that?!"

He stood utterly stunned.

Forcing him to bait Godlings was bad enough, but slaughtering his Gardeners crossed another line.

The latter pained him far more.

"Didn’t you say we have to finish this soon?" Davina faced Rex. "Tell him what you wanted already."

Rex regarded Davina with a self-satisfied smile.

He recognized her as no pushover, forged in lifelong frontline battles and training. Yet her uncanny ability to anticipate his thoughts still astonished him.

And it continued to amaze.

Davina possessed razor-sharp instincts.

Despite his lofty expectations, she exceeded them. Few could pierce his defenses so easily, and Davina ranked among them.

"Lure more Godlings here, Zev," Rex moved aside, leaning against a tree. "Lure more if you value your Gardeners."

"Are you serious...?" Zev inhaled sharply, grinding his teeth in fury. "This is not what I signed up for! We have a deal. Our deal was for me to lure a few into my territory, and I already did. Now, you have to keep your end and leave my territory."

"Yeah," Rex tilted his head back against the trunk. "I said a few. And two are not going to be enough. I’ll let you go once you help me at least get ten."

To fulfill the abrupt quest, Rex required ten.

And precisely that number he demanded from Zev.

"Ten...?" Zev faltered speechless. "Ten?! That’s too many! If ten of us went missing, it would involve the enforcers. And if they are involved, we—"

"I don’t want to hear it," Rex lifted a hand, silencing further protests. "All the complexities are your concern. My only concern is whether you can deliver ten or not. If you can’t, then these poor Gardeners would be for the world."

Zev’s jaw tightened in the dire bind.

He couldn’t possibly lure ten, even if willing.

"You gave me your word..." He murmured.

"Yes, I did. And you also gave me your word that you’d comply," Rex’s crimson eyes bored into him, loaded with intent. "But you didn’t really comply, did you?"

Rex referred not to the present.

He meant the earlier incident.

While he and the sisters felled the two Godlings, Rex detected Zev’s attempt to flee—probably to alert allies or enforcers. He bolted until sensing Caspian’s demise by Rex’s hand, even post life-saving activation.

It terrified him enough to double back, pretending no escape occurred.

Yet Rex had perceived the betrayal.

"Lilliana," Rex glanced her way, nodding toward Zev. "Take the whip from him—please. We will be keeping it safe while he’s figuring out what he needs to do."

Lilliana let out a chuckle at the order.

She approached Zev, extending her hand courteously for the whip.

With no alternatives, Zev surrendered it grudgingly.

"May luck be on your side, Sir Zev," She took the whip, offering a warm, motivating smile. "Do make it quick. I’m not fond of being in the wilderness like this."