The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1751: Revelation of the Truth

Rex’s proclamation resonated throughout the chamber.

Despite being under the observation of incomprehensible entities—those also vying for the ultimate summit—he possessed the courage to assert his dominance. Even after his voice stopped echoing, a heavy silence blanketed the room.

The quiet was so absolute that the sound of a falling pin would have been audible.

Yet, Rex remained steadfast.

His vow was fueled by passion, and it was certainly not for empty display.

That intensity was palpable to the other Scions; every one of them realized Rex was entirely serious.

Rex’s eyes swept across the silhouettes gathered on the staircase, carefully gauging their responses to his words. Once the weight of his statement settled, he noted that their reactions varied significantly.

"Hey... Hey... This one looks quite promising, doesn’t he? He definitely belongs to the Anger stratum!" one of the leading three remarked with excitement, leaning forward to get a better look at Rex. "Even I didn't think of issuing threats to the other Scions when I first arrived here."

"It’s either that or the Happiness stratum. Regardless, he certainly has a bold personality," another replied.

With a pleasant nod, the upbeat Scion holding the second rank turned toward the number one seated above him. "What’s your take? He could be a fresh addition to your stratum. Surely you have an opinion on this."

"He meets the bare minimum for the Anger stratum," the top-ranked Scion said, looking away. "He is passable."

"Wow... It has been quite some time since you spared a newcomer from your typical, harsh criticism," Number Two said, feigning amazement while covering his mouth. "You must be genuinely impressed. Then again, I can't deny he possesses a certain charm."

Number Three crossed his arms dismissively. "His potential is irrelevant. He still needs to overcome his first hurdle. Even the most promising candidates can stumble. Furthermore, his specific trial appears to be on the more difficult side."

"You’re such a killjoy," Number Two complained, resting his hands behind his head. "Focusing only on the technicalities makes everything so dull."

Apart from the top three, the remaining Scions stayed notably quiet.

Rex observed that none of the others were conversing like the leaders, though some watched him with looks of genuine concern. Now that the silhouettes were clearer, he could see their forms were tinted with different colors, indicating their respective stratums.

Red represented the Anger Stratum. Yellow signified the Happiness Stratum. Blue was for the Sad Stratum. Grey denoted the Fear stratum, and green was the color of the Disgust Stratum.

Among these five, two stratums reacted to him with the most intensity.

It was the Anger and Disgust groups.

Several of their Scions were staring at him with clear enmity.

However, Rex had not made his declaration without a plan; he had a specific intent.

In a realm where strength is the sole currency, he could not permit himself to appear vulnerable or cowed.

Beyond providing the correct response to the Highseat of Invincibility and the System, Rex had to demonstrate he was no easy target to discourage the other Scions from attacking him without consequence—that was his primary goal for the speech.

His secondary goal was to identify his adversaries.

All the Scions currently glaring at him were never going to be his allies.

Since these individuals would eventually become his rivals, forcing them to reveal their hostility now was vital.

Though the chamber masked their identities—turning every Scion into a shadow of living darkness—the weight of their gazes landed on Rex one by one. Those silent stares would be enough for him to recognize them should their paths cross in the future.

This was his opening gambit against the Scions.

After all, every Scion was in direct competition to reach the Highseat of Invincibility.

The moment Rex achieved Scion status, he became their enemy by default.

No response followed Rex’s answer to the question.

Even the System remained silent, leaving him feeling anxious in the lingering suspense.

Suddenly, the Highseat of Invincibility radiated a brilliant glow as the throne room began to dissolve into a blur.

Rex noticed the other Scions were also fading from view.

They were all being forcibly removed from the chamber.

There was no grand finale or verbal reply; once Rex had spoken his piece, the assembly was simply terminated.

To him, the gathering felt like a ritual.

A tradition held just before a trial commenced.

A moment passed, and as the blinding radiance vanished, Rex opened his eyes to find himself back within the Tomb of Heroes. His thoughts were still anchored in that throne room, reflecting on the sheer number of Scions who ranked far above him.

He hadn't expected to encounter so many of them.

In the Mortal Realm, he had assumed he was the solitary Scion.

While others might have had the potential, it was nothing more than speculation—never confirmed until now.

On the other hand, though he was loath to admit it, there was a spark of excitement in knowing more powerful beings existed. While Rex’s protective nature meant he should be worried about these threats, his Werewolf side craved the challenge.

The thrill-seeking part of his nature was acting independently of his conscious intent.

Rex wasn't certain what the trial would entail, but he felt it was linked to the meeting.

As his surroundings stabilized, a notification flashed in his mind.

It was the message he had received just before being summoned to the Highseat of Invincibility.

<Notice: the corpse belonged to the Angel Origin, the First Light!>

"Angel Origin, the First Light..." Rex whispered, eyeing the obscured remains within the dome.

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

A realization hit him like a bolt of lightning as he spun toward Empress Morgana in total shock.

He had been so consumed by his objectives in this realm that he had missed the obvious truth, even though it was staring him in the face. "You..." Rex tilted his head, his gaze sharpening as he pointed at her. "You are connected to the Angels of the Mortal Realm? No... are you a Dark Angel?"

Bzztt...

A vibration hummed the instant the words left his lips.

Rex’s attention snapped to the statue in front of him, which had begun to shake.

Before he could process the danger, a fragment of shimmering light tore through the air.

He jerked his head back instinctively, but the projectile still grazed his cheek.

Swish!

Stunned by the sharp pain, Rex stood frozen.

He touched his face and felt the wetness of blood.

He had been wounded.

Rex’s pupils dilated as the statue began to radiate a strange energy. Instinctively, he looked over his shoulder at the wall behind the Demon Origin’s statue. There, sunk deep into the masonry, was a weapon.

Initially, it looked like a short-sword, but a closer look revealed the truth.

It wasn't a sword; it was a knife.

That single realization struck his mind with thunderous force, clearing away all doubt.

"Archangel of Knives..."

"Correct."

A voice sounding like a child's echoed, confirming his fears despite being barely a whisper.

The voice didn't belong to Empress Morgana; it came from above.

Rex looked up to see a shimmering sphere of energy—like a translucent bubble—shifting under the light like liquid. He didn't need a System scan to know this was the work of the Archangel of Knives.

Somehow, the entity had followed him into the Spirit Realm.

When Rex looked back at Empress Morgana, she turned her head away, unable to look at him.

"Is this how you repay me for my help?" he asked, his voice thick with restrained anger. "By leading me into a trap?"

"I already warned you..." Empress Morgana sighed softly.

She had told Rex to depart.

He had stayed out of stubbornness, so she felt no guilt for what was happening.

Rex recoiled slightly, his gaze piercing as he processed her betrayal. He had helped her solidify her reign as Empress, and this was his reward.

A bitter laugh escaped his lips.

It was a self-deprecating chuckle, aimed at his own naivety.

The encounter with the Shade Crawlers—who shared Werewolf traits—the flying daggers, the evolution of Morgana’s Soul Artifact, and her comment about the realms once being closer...

Every clue pointed to a single conclusion: the Supernaturals were linked to both worlds.

Rex didn't know the exact history of every species.

However, he saw the pattern—while some bloodlines originated in the Spirit Realm and others in the Mortal Realm, their counterparts were always connected. The Angels followed this rule. If the body of their Origin, the First Light, was kept here, then the Angels of both planes were intertwined.

His understanding of the Spirit Realm had been limited to what he learned from the Dark Elves, a lower-tier race.

Naturally, he lacked the full story.

Only now did he realize the ties between the Spirit and Mortal Realms were deeper than he had ever suspected. But the true Angels of this realm were long dead, leaving only weakened descendants.

As a Half-Angel Spirit, Empress Morgana was bound to the commands of the true Archangels.

Regardless of her power in this realm, the true Angels saw her as a mere imitation, subject to their whims. Rex realized the Archangel of Knives knew he had traveled to the Spirit Realm and had commanded her to act.

His assessment of her wasn't entirely wrong.

She would have kept her word, but the power lurking behind her wouldn't allow it.

Her submission had led him directly into this snare.

Even regarding the Maw of Oblivion that Elder Tilrith had requested, Rex had ignored the most obvious question: How did that weapon reach the Spirit Realm in the first place? His desperation had blinded him to the truth.

Now, that negligence had come back to haunt him.

Rex had been played.

Throughout his entire journey in the Spirit Realm, he was being watched.

To make matters worse, the Archangel of Knives had even been taunting him.

Every time a knife had flown at him and he failed to identify the source, the Archangel must have been laughing. He was a toy. It was pure entertainment for the Archangel to watch him stumble around in confusion.

Since Rex’s objective was in the Empress’s hands, the enemy didn't have to lift a finger.

They only had to wait for the perfect moment to strike.

Rex had been too focused on his goals to see what was happening.

Or perhaps he had been in denial, hoping to avoid making an enemy of the empire.

It was nothing more than a blatant refusal to see the truth.

In his heart, he knew something was off; things had been proceeding too smoothly.

Now, reality had dealt him a harsh blow.

"You’re having a great time, aren't you...?" Rex clamped a hand over his face, his fingers pressing into his skin as a jagged laugh broke from his throat. "The whole time... you watched me struggle and climb, making me think I was winning, when I was actually just walking into your trap."

His shoulders trembled with a mix of laughter and fury.

"Is that it?" Rex glared at the floating energy above. "Watching me run into a snare you laid... you find that hilarious, don't you?!"