The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1769: Reaping the Aftermath

Succulent flesh.

Clamp!

A sharp, pungent aroma.

Slurp!

The richness of a full-bodied red wine.

As his physical form knit itself back together following the brutal conflict, these sensations exploded across his palate with stinging intensity.

The feeling was restorative.

Rex felt transported back to his days on the side of Humanity, a time when life still followed a normal rhythm.

He had been so consumed by the necessity of slaughtering his foes that the memory of such a lavish, satisfying meal had slipped away. Although he could have indulged like this long ago, deep-seated habits are not easily discarded.

Time had been of the essence.

But now, any sense of guilt or shame for his animalistic gluttony had vanished.

The quality of the feast was simply too high to care.

To an observer, his current behavior would seem repulsive and feral; neither a Human nor a Spirit was meant to consume in such a manner. However, he was something more. As a royal Werewolf, the act of devouring others was no different than sitting down for a standard dinner.

"Haah..."

Pulling back for a moment, Rex gasped for breath while swallowing a massive hunk of meat.

Upon inspecting his frame, he noticed that the severity of his injuries had lessened significantly compared to a few minutes prior.

While he was in his "Blank" state, his wounds had ceased bleeding, as if the power of that form was physically holding his lifeblood inside. The pain had returned with a vengeance the moment he reverted to his natural state and the bleeding resumed.

Now, however, the regeneration was already well underway.

The injury that had troubled him most was the puncture wound from that violet blade.

That strike had been saturated with profane energy and had carved a literal hole through his midsection.

Luckily, the aperture was already much smaller than it had been before.

The vitality harvested from Stelios’ corpse was potent, yet it would still require time to fully mend his broken body.

<Devouring in process...>

<Notice: the user’s regeneration is being boosted!>

<Notice: the user has devoured the Archangel of Knives!>

<Level up!>

<Level...>

<Congratulations, the user has reached level 70!>

<Decree of Knives(Partial) has been devoured!>

<Obtained 2,500,000 Spiritual Points!>

Still breathless from his frantic efforts, Rex scanned the system notifications flooding his sight. Originally, his plan was to consume just enough of Stelios to regain his strength and preserve the rest—but his hunger had overtaken him.

The taste was too exquisite to quit mid-way.

It was like a home-cooked meal from his mother; stopping was simply not an option.

Glancing down at Stelios, he saw that only the head remained, still trailing the length of the spinal column.

Had any ancient Werewolf witnessed the sight of Stelios being ripped apart and eaten by one of their own, they would have let out a howl of savage joy. It was a poetic end for the Werewolf Hunter to be consumed by the very species he had spent his life persecuting.

In this moment, Flunra understood with brutal clarity the sheer hatred Stelios had earned from their race.

Earlier, Flunra had been the most visibly agitated member of the Silverstar Pack at the prospect of facing Stelios.

The encounter had stripped away his usual stoicism.

Seeing that side of Flunra reminded Rex of the savage nature he displayed when they first crossed paths.

But such a reaction was natural.

In Flunra’s mind, the moment Stelios engaged Rex, the hunter’s fate was sealed.

Rex was invincible.

That conviction had transformed into pure, long-awaited euphoria.

<Notice: the user’s soul is starting to heal...>

Rex’s brow twitched. "My soul?"

<Yes, an Archangel’s holy energy is incredibly pure. It has a healing property that works on anyone and anything.>

"Huh... The work of the First Light," he whispered, realizing these angelic traits were inherited directly from that primordial source. "It makes sense for someone who dedicated everything to protecting the weak."

Throb—!

"Rrghhk..." Rex groaned as pain flared.

A sudden, rhythmic pulsing sensation erupted in his hands.

Actually, it wasn't his hands reacting, but his Soul Artifact.

"The Red Dawn of Kaiser is sensing something," Rex ground out through clenched teeth. He narrowed his eyes at Stelios’ remains, squinting in concentration. A rapid System scan brought up a display, and a realization pierced through his mental fog. "That's right... there's still something I need to claim."

"System, give me the extraction method," Rex commanded, leaning over the remains.

Digital instructions materialized, providing a precise step-by-step guide.

Rex obeyed the prompts.

He pried Stelios’ jaws apart with a slow, gentle touch that contrasted sharply with his previous savagery.

Thrusting his hand deep into the throat, he closed his eyes to sharpen his focus, searching for a specific anchor. A second later, his eyes snapped open. He pulled his arm back; though his hand had entered empty, it returned gripped in a tight fist, with brilliant, radiant light leaking through the gaps in his fingers.

Looking at the prize, a smirk of satisfaction crossed Rex's face.

<Notice: the user has successfully harvested the Major Law of Radiance!>

"A Law doesn't just vanish when its vessel dies," Rex noted with a grin. He trembled with anticipation, eager to feed this to his other Laws. "I appreciate the gift, Stelios. I didn't seek this fight, but at least your death has proven quite profitable."

He stowed the Major Law of Radiance into his inventory.

Standing up, he began the walk toward the Tomb of Heroes, Stelios’ severed head dangling from his grip.

The area had fallen silent.

The only resident of this wasteland was the wind, which moaned as it swept across the ruins.

Everywhere he looked, ghostly spirals of dust rose into the air.

He stood alone in this scene of total destruction.

A landscape of shattered earth lay before him. What was once a hallowed, sacred plain was now a chaotic mess of debris. Massive fissures, looking like jagged scars, tore through the ground. Rex could recall the exact moment each one had been created.

Because his perceptions had been heightened to the extreme, even the smallest crack was etched into his memory.

The atmosphere was heavy, vibrating with the lingering resonance of overwhelming power.

The air was thick with the scent of scorched earth, ozone, and a metallic tang. It was the lingering stench of a cataclysmic battle. Now, only an eerie, profound silence remained.

Even the Black Rift seemed to have retreated, as if afraid to draw near.

Rex thought back to the entities he had glimpsed in that throne room.

Scions.

The Black Rift’s retreat was undoubtedly caused by their aura, or perhaps the influence of the Highseat of Invincibility. It certainly wasn't because of him. "Only a handful of Scions are weaker than Kei Xun..." Rex looked toward the sky, remembering that moment. "But many more are far above her. Just how powerful are they?"

"More importantly, where are they hiding?" Rex added, a frown deepening on his face.

He was aware that stronger beings existed.

What remained a mystery was their location.

In the Spirit Realm, Kei Xun was treated like a Goddess, the very pillar of an empire.

Even though Rex felt certain she still surpassed him in power, she was among the weakest of the Scions in that chamber. It raised the question of where such beings could even reside. Neither the Mortal Realm nor the Spirit Realm seemed capable of holding them.

Currently, Rex lacked any real information.

Still, he had a premonition that he would find out soon enough.

With Stelios’ head in hand, Rex maintained a steady, measured pace.

It wasn't that he lacked the desire for speed, but he didn't want to reopen his newly closed wounds. His own footsteps were the only sounds in the void, echoing as solitary markers of his presence.

He scanned the broken terrain and the absence of his enemy.

Throughout his rise to power, he had experienced the aftermath of battle many times.

Yet, this was the first time the silence following a victory felt so heavy.

"Hmm...?" Rex’s head snapped to the left, caught by a faint ripple in the distance.

A group of shadows was merging into the darkness of the Black Rift.

They were miles away.

Despite the distance, his senses allowed him to identify their nature and count their numbers clearly.

"Shade Crawlers," he whispered, remembering their presence earlier. "I picked up their scent before, but they weren't a priority then. Now, though... considering how they reacted to me, they might be of use."

A dark smile played on his lips as a plan began to form.

That would have to wait until after Nivellen was healed, however.

Rex took a deep breath, memorizing their scent before moving on.

Aside from the central dais, the Tomb of Heroes was in ruins.

The ancient structures and monuments of legend had been reduced to piles of stone.

"The energy concentration here is so high that everything is much denser than in the Mortal Realm," Rex noted, looking at the scarred earth. He scratched his head as a thought struck him. "Not long ago, I couldn't even leave a scratch here, and now I've done this..."

He clicked his tongue. "I hope the Origins don't hold this against me."

Though they appeared as statues, the Origins remained conscious.

The destruction of their sanctuary might lead to consequences Rex wasn't ready for.

The Demon Origin was already a nightmare; if the Dragonman and Shapeshifter Origins joined in, he wouldn't survive. "Maybe the First Light will help me out," Rex pondered with a shrug. "I did, after all, take care of his rebellious Archangel."

Rex glanced at the head of Stelios. "Maybe 'take care of' is an understatement."

Reaching the end of the path, his eyes narrowed.

He saw Amanir on the central platform, trapped inside the dome with the two chests. Rex crossed the bridge, watching the statues warily in case they tried to attack him while he was vulnerable.

Thankfully, they remained still.

However, some seemed to be watching him, their eyes flickering as if trying to communicate.

The statue of the Dragonman Origin was particularly focused on him.

"Amanir," Rex called out as he reached the platform. "Hand over the Phoenix Feather. I need it immediately."

Rex had already lost too much time fighting Stelios when Nivellen’s life was on the line.

He was exhausted, but this task took precedence over rest.

With his soul healing, he could afford a bit more time in this realm.

He didn't want to stay—he was already feeling homesick—but he had a safety margin now. As he drew closer, however, his expression darkened. Amanir was sitting perfectly still on the floor.

It was then that Rex spotted the translucent bindings wrapping around him.

He was restrained and silenced.

Swoosh—!

A figure blurred like the wind, appearing behind Rex with a shimmering royal blade.

Her arm was coiled, brimming with power, prepared for a strike that would take Rex’s head in a single motion.

She swung with everything she had, giving him no window to respond.

Even as the steel hovered inches from his neck, Rex appeared oblivious.

To any observer, he was already a dead man.

Clang—!

Empress Morgana’s eyes went wide as her sword was stopped dead in the air.

In the final millisecond, Rex’s head turned toward her. A physical, invisible pressure erupted, catching her blade as if it had been grabbed by the air itself. In that frozen moment, she realized his eyes had changed.

They glowed with a molten, liquid gold—a look she had never encountered before.

"It seems Evelyn was right about you after all..."