The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1767: Final Strike

Kei Xun’s instructions were clear: the Invincible Apparition must be consumed at its point of maximum vulnerability.

That specific window occurred when the entity was preoccupied with managing the physical form it inhabited.

Rex executed the plan flawlessly.

Beyond merely absorbing the Invincible Apparition to clear the trial and attain the state of disconnection, he embraced the very essence the Apparition craved from him. This perfect fusion brought a harmonious balance to his disconnected state.

It is commonly understood that the Invincible Apparition serves as the manifestation of a Scion’s internal drive.

The recognized drives consist of Anger, Happiness, Sadness, Fear, and Disgust.

There was no question that each was forged in the fires of a Scion’s most extreme experiences.

Rex, like many others, had a natural desire to suppress those traumatic memories.

However, to ascend to invincibility—to be validated by the Highseat of Invincibility—one could harbor no vulnerabilities. The Invincible Apparition existed to force the Scion into a confrontation, serving as a brutal filter to separate the truly powerful from those who merely possessed potential.

Possessing talent does not equate to being strong.

Even those gifted with incredible talent can suffer from a fragile will.

It appeared evident that the Highseat of Invincibility prioritized strength of spirit over raw talent.

The effectiveness of this initial trial was undeniable; Kei Xun himself noted that many gifted Scions had perished here, despite having talent that rivaled established legends. Now that Rex had integrated his past and become whole, his rage knew no bounds.

KABOOM—!

The witnesses watched in awe as a cataclysmic display heralded the birth of a Scion.

Though the descending sunbeam was formidable and saturated with heavenly power, it was shattered by a sudden, thunderous shockwave of seething gold and crimson. The energy erupted from within, expanding like a devastating ring of destruction, surging outward like a tidal wave.

Gistella was among the first to perceive the oncoming disaster.

Having existed as an Undead in a previous life, she was intimately familiar with the cold touch of death and could sense its approach.

She was the first to spring into the air, leaping as high as possible and halting her descent by manifesting a platform of solidified energy. With practiced grace, she looked down and locked eyes with Flunra.

Rather than shouting, she manifested a whip of pure force with a flick of her hand.

The energy snared him, hoisting him upward to her elevated position.

Flunra had also felt the approaching doom, so he offered no resistance when Gistella’s energy pulled him up. He watched the expanding circle of annihilation radiating from Rex, which leveled everything in its path.

Even the ancient, weathered stone structures of the Tomb of Heroes were reduced to rubble.

For millennia, nothing had dared to challenge their majestic presence.

Yet, this single shockwave obliterated them entirely.

The very core of the Tomb of Heroes would have been erased if not for the protection offered by the statues of the Origin. The consciousness of ancient, titanic beings resided within them, and their collective will served as a shield for the inner sanctum against the total destruction.

Elsewhere, Adhara was sprinting laterally with desperate intensity.

To escape the blast, she should have either jumped or changed direction sharply.

She did neither.

Her goal was clearly not self-preservation, but reaching someone else.

Her luminous white eyes were fixed on a figure in the distance.

Evelyn.

With a sudden burst of power, she accelerated, leaving a trail of dust and debris.

Gritting her teeth, she pushed beyond her limits, summoning a violet fiery serpent that raced alongside her, ready to launch her forward. Each side-long glance revealed the shockwave gaining ground, swallowing the very earth.

In a final, explosive effort, she reached Evelyn, grabbed her by the waist, and signaled the fiery serpent.

Katcha—!

The serpent instinctively struck them with its tail, catapulting both women into the sky.

The impact was painful, but it was a minor price to pay compared to facing the shockwave directly.

Even then, they barely escaped.

The passing force clipped their legs like a giant's backhand, sending them into a frantic mid-air spin.

It was only through Gistella’s intervention that they were able to stabilize themselves.

"Could you at least try to move? You realize you aren't an empress in this world, right?"

"I knew you would get to me, so why worry? I can see you've grown stronger."

"I have, but that level of trust is still making my heart race."

"Regardless, that light blinded me. I can't be blamed for what happened right in front of us."

Adhara and Evelyn gazed downward, the sight leaving them breathless.

Below them, the shockwave continued its relentless expansion, a devouring ring that scoured the landscape for miles. It erased everything it touched, surging past the Black Rift and disappearing into the dense, suffocating darkness.

The carnage did not end there.

From the horizon, a world-shaking roar echoed.

It was a sign that the destruction was still occurring in the unseen depths.

At the epicenter stood a massive pillar of crimson and gold energy that pierced the heavens.

Rumble!

It pulsed with a power so immense that it cleared the golden clouds from the sky.

Before anyone could process it, the sky—which should have been bright with the sun—was suddenly plunged into a premature night. It was as if the cataclysm had forced the darkness to fall early, turning the golden day into an ink-black void.

The Silverstar Pack stood paralyzed by the sheer, incomprehensible scale of this power.

However, their amazement was nothing compared to the profound despair that gripped Stelios.

"N-No... this can't be..."

Stelios stared at the pillar of light, his frame trembling as he let out a low, self-deprecating laugh. His expression was one of pure hopelessness. He had used his final card to survive the shockwave: separating his soul from his physical form in a desperate attempt to flee to the Mortal Realm and find a new vessel.

This was a privilege reserved for Archangels and higher celestial beings.

The death of the flesh was not the end.

The body was merely a temporary house; the true essence was the consciousness, the immortal soul.

Destroying a soul was an nearly impossible task, protected by layers of divine wards.

For an Archangel, these defenses were astronomically high.

All of this was designed to avoid a permanent death.

But when he attempted to alert the Spirit Realm’s consciousness to his presence, hoping to be forcibly ejected back to the Mortal Realm, something interfered. Stelios could not identify the force, but it was beyond his understanding.

A more profound power had silenced the realm’s very awareness.

He was now a prisoner, unable to flee or leave the realm.

Though he had survived the blast, he was forced back into his weakened physical body.

"This isn’t real... It can't be happening..." Stelios was transfixed by the figure within the energy column, who hung in the air with arms outstretched like a deity descending to earth. "I am the Archangel of Knives... No Werewolf should be able to best me... How can a Werewolf possess such power?"

His words rang hollow, lacking the conviction they held just moments before.

Yet, the ultimate source of his despair was his severed connection to the heavens.

An Angel is never truly separated from Heaven. Whether in the Mortal Realm, the Spirit Realm, or any domain—excluding the forbidden Chaos Realm—that divine link remains intact unless the Angel chooses to break it.

But for Stelios, there was only silence where Heaven should be.

Throughout his long life, he had always found peace in the knowledge that Heaven was watching. They observed his loyalty and his deeds. But now, for the first time, he was truly alone.

There was nothing above but the empty celestial void.

It was as if the power radiating from the figure had suppressed the very will of Heaven.

The realization was soul-crushing.

Slowly, the pillar of energy began to recede.

But as it shrank, the aura of the figure within intensified.

It became so dense that Stelios found it difficult to breathe, as if the air itself was being squeezed out.

When the energy finally dissipated, the figure dropped heavily to the ground.

Crack—!

The descent itself was graceful, not violent.

However, the moment the figure touched the earth, the ground shattered. A web of cracks exploded outward, ruining Stelios’ balance. It was as if the figure’s body possessed the weight of an impossibly dense mountain.

Rex rose slowly, a deep breath escaping his lips.

<Congratulations, the user’s invincibility rank has increased!> <The user has become a Blank of the Anger Stratum!> <First Stage of Invincibility achievement unlocked!> <Obtained...>

Ignoring the flood of System notifications, Rex assessed his new state of existence. He raised his hands, observing them as an incredible power surged through his body.

It reminded him of his very first transformation into a Werewolf.

Everything felt familiar, yet fundamentally altered.

Being part of the Anger Stratum now, this was the only logical result.

As a Blank, he should now be capable of the same feats as Kei Xun.

Rex turned his focus inward to his core, where he detected a new pulse of power. It felt like a new organ had formed near his heart, one he could manipulate with his will alone.

Simply engaging this new organ caused his blood to boil.

When he eased the rhythm, the boiling sensation faded into a dull numbness, cooling his emotions. When he accelerated it, the heat returned with a roar. This control—this rhythm—was the gift of a Blank who passed the first trial.

It was his direct link to the Highseat of Invincibility.

The Disconnect—that was the essence of this stage.

Rex could now suppress all sensations while focusing and magnifying his rage and power.

For a Werewolf, such an ability was perfectly suited and incredibly potent.

"Even in this brief moment, I can feel my entire being is enhanced. Not just my anger, but my raw power," Rex thought with an internal smile. He turned his eyes toward Stelios, who was kneeling nearby like a defeated animal. "Time for a test run."

Rex walked over and stood before Stelios, looming over him like a giant.

"You could have challenged me. You could have come for my life directly. Instead, you chose the path of a coward and went after those I care about." Rex’s voice was low and rasping, like metal scraping against stone. "I can forgive those who seek my death. I will never forgive those who seek theirs."

Rex reached down and pulled the chaos sword from his own abdomen.

Once removed, he tightened his fist, snapping the blade as if it were made of glass.

Shatter—!

With the sword destroyed, he raised his hand toward the heavens, his fingers curved like claws.

"But I suppose I owe you some thanks."

He triggered Blood Moon Echo one last time.

Before Stelios’ terrified eyes, a small, bleeding crimson moon manifested, bathing the area in a grisly light. A flood of raw, red life energy poured from it, flowing into Rex’s mangled claws and knitting the broken pieces together with veins of glowing crimson.

"Because of your actions," Rex growled, a dark smile spreading across his face, "I have inherited this."

He pointed his mended claws at Stelios, the tips gleaming with lethal intent.

"To show my gratitude, you will be the first to experience it." Rex’s expression turned cold, signaling the end of their conflict. The hunter had become the prey. "Offer your final prayer, Archangel. Not that Heaven is listening—you’ve already been cast out. But perhaps they will show mercy as you fall."

Swoosh—!

Rex’s claws ignited with an energy so dense it surpassed anything Stelios could comprehend.

The final blow was struck.

"Oh, Heaven..." Stelios’ eyes reflected the encroaching crimson as tears fell. "Forgive me for my sins."