The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1879: Better to be Air

Rex arrived right on schedule.

He showed up just as Lilliana neared the brink of losing her restraint.

Truth be told, he wouldn't bat an eye if she struck and eliminated someone who earned it. He'd support her fully, even at the cost of irking others. Having foes scattered across countless realms, adding a handful more meant nothing.

Thankfully, Lilliana hadn't harmed a soul.

"It’s hot..." Lilliana fanned her face. Her body felt engulfed in flames at that moment. "I don’t know what to do," Tears started welling in her eyes from the furious storm raging inside. She gasped in air sharply and exhaled it harshly, repeating the process several times to fight back the wrath. "What should I do? I really want to kill him."

<Notice: Lilliana is resisting the berserk state!>

<Be advised, successfully resisting the first berserk will grant Lilliana a significant boost>

Rex gazed intently at the notifications.

He had come to stop Lilliana from wreaking havoc in the mall, yet this revelation shifted everything.

With a reward awaiting her for holding out, Rex needed to aid her more effectively.

"As I said, control it. Aren’t you a pure-blooded noble?" Rex steadied her quivering shoulders. "Since when does a true noble yield to raw urges? Self-control. Endure this trial, and the next won't haunt you."

Mastering such fury was, of course, far easier preached than achieved.

Rex grasped this truth deeply.

Yet instilling in Lilliana early on that her anger now served as her power source was crucial.

He himself wasn't a paragon of restraint. Indeed, the military path called to him precisely due to his lack of self-mastery. Curbing his near-berserk impulses proved impossible for him, but not for Lilliana.

A woman with braided hair, clad in modest attire, drew closer.

"Hi, my name is Bellana," She leaned in, attempting to lock eyes with Rex. "Are you Rex?"

"Yes," Rex nodded without glancing back. Her knowing his name didn't surprise him—the sisters must have spoken of him. "Care to explain what happened here?"

Meanwhile, as the woman detailed the incident, Aksa seethed with rage.

"Is he fucking ignoring me...?" He inhaled a frigid breath, gripped by utter shock.

He fixed his stare on Rex’s back, then scanned his friends, seeking their validation.

No one had ever dismissed him so brazenly.

It hit him moments later: Rex was openly despising him.

"Gentlemen."

As he drew a deep breath to retort, a voice cut him off.

A man in a black double-breasted coat featuring steel buttons and embroidery loomed behind them, clad in the mall's security uniform. Trailing him came a waiter who had surely relayed the second-floor chaos.

"I believe the situation is getting out of hand," He indicated the staircase. "May I suggest a visit to the private room. All of you are VIPs here, and the restaurant is willing to compensate for a full-course dinner in exchange for your big heart."

"I do have a big heart," Aksa nodded, but then pointed at Rex. "But I want her to apologize to me first."

"Okay, Sir," the security guard’s face tightened. "I’ll ask them about this, but you and your friends may wait in the other room."

"No—I’ll do it myself." Aksa shook his head and turned to his friend. "Drag that girl here and make her apologize."

"Gladly," the man smirked and approached Rex.

Seeing this, the security guard wanted to step in, but Aksa placed a hand against his chest.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Please step out of the way, Sir."

"I’m the person who can dictate your well-being in this mall, and even your life and fucking death. Don’t force my hand. If you do, I’ll make sure to drop you into a realm that’s worse than hell. Do you want to test me and see if I’m lying?"

Ignoring the exchange behind him, the man with a snarky smile seized Rex’s shoulder.

"Yo, tell your bitch to apologize, or things will get ugly," He demanded.

"Screw you!" Bellana retorted. "She’s not going to apologize. If anything, your master should be the one to apologize!"

A vein bulged on the man’s forehead.

Being spoken to as if he were a dog with Aksa as his master infuriated him, but he brushed her off.

He focused solely on Rex.

"It’s okay. Squeeze my arms harder. Just find a way to regulate the anger," Rex kept guiding Lilliana to control the anger. Even with a hand on his shoulder, he didn’t bother to turn to look. "No going berserk. No killing. You’ll endure this."

’He’s still ignoring us...?’ The man stood dumbfounded, but he shook it off swiftly. He gathered his energy and unleashed it into Rex’s body. Agonizing torment would assail anyone as the force invaded bones and organs. ’Let’s see how long you hold out, bastard.’

"You can’t do that!" Bellana jabbed her finger at the man and bellowed. "Powers are forbidden in this place!"

In response, the man merely flashed a mocking smirk.

Frustrated, she whirled toward her friends. "What are you all doing? Stop him now!"

"A-Ah, but he doesn’t seem to be in pain."

"Yeah... Do we really need to step in?"

"I’d rather not get involved."

Bellana felt utterly stunned by her friends’ reactions. Fury ignited within her heart. Lilliana might be a recent addition to their group, but she remained one of them. Friends should stand by one another. Yet deep down, she grasped their reluctance.

Only Aaran knew Aksa among them.

From Aaran’s deferential attitude toward Aksa, it was clear he held significant status.

A status no one dared to challenge.

As she glanced back at the action, her eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Despite her friends’ refusal to act and her own swirling thoughts, the man kept channeling energy into Rex’s form. From the initial instant, Rex stayed utterly silent. More impressively, he ignored the man completely.

No matter his efforts, the man failed to divert Rex’s focus from Lilliana.

’Is he for real?’ The man intensified his energy output.

Now his hand glowed brightly—one could clearly see the energy surging into Rex’s body like a ferocious torrent. Yet it proved futile. A disturbance shattered his concentration. From behind, the security guard attempting to shove through took a slap to the face and tumbled down.

Aksa towered above the fallen guard, his eyes burning with fury.

"Hurt him! I’ll take responsibility."

"As you wish."

From within his pristine blazer, the man drew a pocket knife. Its black blade shimmered with pulsing orange edges. "Blame yourself for acting tough," he smugly hissed into Rex’s ear. "You should’ve stayed quiet. That bitch already has her hooks in you. You’re nothing but her lap dog."

With Aksa assuming responsibility, the man attacked.

He slashed the knife directly toward Rex’s neck.

Naturally, the man didn’t intend to kill Rex outright. Still, the cut would trigger severe bleeding.

’If he bleeds out and loses too much energy, it won’t be on me,’ the man sneered inwardly.

Just before the blade made contact, Rex lifted a hand and seized it in mid-swing. He halted it effortlessly, like swatting away a toy. Then, with a simple shove, he sent the man flying. No drama. No excess movement. The push appeared feeble, almost pointless.

Yet the man flew back, slamming into a table and scattering dishes across the floor.

Without the carpet, it all would have smashed to pieces.

The crash jolted Aaran from his stupor. He blinked and shouted, "Okay, that’s enough! No more!"

Bellana couldn’t fathom what Aaran hoped to achieve with those words.

Opposite them, Aksa gaped at the unfolding chaos in disbelief.

He had anticipated a swift resolution from the man, but this twist occurred instead.

Brak—!

Like a furious bull, the man hurled aside whatever he could grab, hauling himself upright. Rage twisted his features. Humiliation had reduced his thoughts to beastly instincts. Nostrils flaring, eyes bulging, chest heaving wildly, fists clenched into pale-knuckled clubs.

This was a man poised to shatter all boundaries.

And shatter them he did.

"Die!!"

He dropped into a slight crouch, then swung the knife through empty space.

An curving energy slash erupted, straining against the mall’s power restrictions.

Rex remained motionless, still comforting Lilliana. The man sneered disdainfully.

No way Rex could stop that barehanded.

Rex faced decapitation, his overconfidence the sole culprit for dismissing the man.

Clang—!

Shock gripped the man as his devastating energy arc halted dead in its path.

A crimson radiance appeared. An incomprehensible force jammed between it and the target, scraping against his energy with savage friction, erupting sparks like a collapsing star. He had invested heavily in that strike—maybe excessively. Rage had driven him to overdo it.

Nevertheless, Rex blocked it cold.

Shocking as that was, true terror stemmed elsewhere.

It arose from something else altogether.

For the first time in this confrontation, Rex’s gaze finally fixed on him.

Rex’s blood-red eyes bored into the man’s. No words escaped him. No grimace or growl. He ignored the energy arc entirely. That piercing look alone paralyzed the man, seizing his muscles in rigid tremors.

In that instant, primal instinct screamed the truth: he was mere prey facing a sated apex predator.

The choice to strike or spare lay wholly with the beast.

Only now did the man comprehend a harsh reality.

Far preferable to be invisible as air than to draw Rex’s complete, unwavering focus.

"He used his energy and attacked me with the intent to kill." Rex spoke in a tone that wasn't loud—yet carried clearly to all ears. "I didn't instigate him. I didn't do anything personally to him. And yet he attacked. If I retaliate right now, it's self-defense, right?"

"Sigh..." The security guard let out a heavy sigh. "Yes, it's self-defense. As long as it stays within limits."

"Sir, please don't go overboard..." the waiter next to the security guard pleaded with a fawning smile.

Casually, the security guard lifted his hand and flicked it.

A roaring sound like a massive gulp echoed across the restaurant's second floor. It boomed loudly—as though the surrounding air was being drained dry. Yet it wasn't the air being pulled. It targeted energy. Every bit of energy got crushed down to its extreme.

No one could wield their energy any longer.

The man's energy also vanished from his palms, stripping him naked and helpless.

"I've enclosed the second floor in a dimensional bubble," the security guard explained while stroking the ring on his index finger. The mall's name was etched upon it. "Fists are all you can use now. I'm supposed to summon my colleagues too. But after that slap left me dizzy, I figure I can't reach them for up to five minutes."

"Perhaps longer?" His gaze fixed on Rex.

All eyes turned to the security guard like he was some apparition.

No one had anticipated his support for Rex in this manner.

Still, wisdom lies in offering respect when disrespect's fallout proves unbearable.

Rex had mastered that lesson, unlike Aksa and his crew.

A sly grin spread slowly across Rex's lips in response, "Five minutes will suffice more than plenty."

Rex spun away from Lilliana to confront the man, whose throat bobbed nervously at the grin blooming on his face. Cracking his knuckles, he cocked his head a bit, "Besides, though my energy control is good, I'm still far better with my fists.

"You ask for my attention? Now you have it."