The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1775: Return of the Weakest

Clank—!

Amanir recoiled, his chest heaving as he stood in the sudden silence.

His eyes were fixed on the treasure chest, specifically the lock that now hung open.

“I... I actually pulled it off?”

Back when Empress Morgana held him captive as a bargaining chip, he had sworn to seize these chests the moment he escaped. However, bypassing the security was proving far more difficult than he had anticipated.

The mechanism was truly bizarre, unlike anything he had encountered before.

Amanir was no stranger to the security measures used within the royal bubble.

He had practiced until he became an expert in that field.

Yet, this particular chest was protected by layers of fortification he hadn't expected.

Empress Morgana might have brought the items Rex demanded, but it was clear she never intended to actually part with them. Even if Rex had been there to handle the situation perfectly, brute force alone would never have broken this lock.

Without Amanir’s specific skills, this day would have ended in disaster.

But now, the lid was ready to yield.

“I did it!”

Scrambling to his feet, Amanir pressed his ear against the wood, preparing to lift the heavy lid.

Then, he froze.

“Oh, no...” Cold sweat began to bead on his forehead. “Is this the one containing the Phoenix Feather—or is it the Maw of Oblivion?”

In his earlier panic, he hadn't bothered to check the labels.

Instead of identifying the correct container for the Phoenix Feather, he had instinctively targeted the largest chest. Now, doubt gripped him. “Please, please... don't let me have messed this up.”

Amanir heaved the lid open and peered inside.

The sight that met his eyes sent a massive wave of relief through his body.

Floating in the center of the chest, held by four chains of solidified energy, was a single, impossible feather encased in a shimmering sphere. Its shaft was the ink-black of a dead star—a void devoid of light. Yet, from its edges, a corona of wild fire erupted, so thick it resembled flowing liquid crimson.

Amanir watched as the flames danced a violent, contained ballet against the energy prison.

The object was both terrifying and magnificent.

Given its legendary rarity, such an appearance was only fitting.

However, there was no time for awe; Rex was in desperate need of his help.

Amanir grabbed the energy sphere and glanced at the sky.

After scanning the nearby shadows for any hidden voidal monsters, he hurled the sphere upward with every ounce of his strength. Then, channeling a pulse of his own life energy, he reached out and crushed the sphere remotely.

Shatter!

Once liberated, the feather didn't plummet to the ground.

It exploded.

A violent, radiant display ignited in the air, looking like the birth of a sun in reverse.

A sky-swallowing cataclysm of deep crimson and molten gold erupted above.

Though every living soul within ten miles would be staring in wonder at the burning sky, Amanir didn't look up. He ignored the inferno he had created, instead scanning his surroundings like a frantic bloodhound.

His eyes cut through the encroaching shadows, hunting for any sign of Rex.

He had fled in a random direction earlier.

His mind had been entirely consumed by the task of opening those chests.

Luckily, his natural speed and the lack of pursuers had allowed him to cover a significant distance.

Now, he could only pray that Rex would recognize the signal.

“Come on, Rex...” Amanir’s voice was a strained, raspy whisper.

He clenched his jaw, eyes darting across the consuming Black Rift while his heart thrashed against his ribs.

This was a massive risk. The flare from the Phoenix Feather would result in one of two things: either Rex would arrive, or a horde of voidal monsters would be drawn to the massive release of power. Given the feather's potency, the creatures attracted would likely be Voidal Lords—or perhaps even a Voidal Prince.

Either encounter would be a death sentence for Amanir.

Even if Rex made it first, they would still be vulnerable to whatever monsters arrived.

Amanir had to trust that Rex’s bizarre magic could somehow lead them to safety.

“Show yourself,” he pleaded, his voice cracking under the pressure. “I did my part. Now, it’s your turn to take this damn feather!”

“Amanir—!”

“Wait?!” Amanir whirled around, catching a faint, distant shout that barely reached his ears. “Am I hallucinating, or was that a call for help? Should I move? It might be a voidal monster trying to mimic thoughts.”

In that moment, Amanir spotted a massive silhouette shifting within the gloom.

Given its sheer scale, it was undoubtedly a voidal monster.

“Amanir—!”

The voice rang out again, much clearer this time.

It was a woman’s voice, sounding both exhausted and desperate.

“Dammit, that definitely has to be a monster,” Amanir hissed, staring at the source of the sound with wide, uncertain eyes. “Is it a trap or not?! Do I wait or do I charge in?! What the hell am I supposed to do?”

Just as he was spiraling, a flickering light caught his eye.

It originated from the same place as the voice.

At the same time, the giant silhouette Amanir had been watching began to move.

Swoosh—!

Amanir’s heart nearly stopped as the silhouette launched itself into the air.

He could hear the roar of the wind as the massive creature tore through the sky like a projectile.

“No, wait, that voice wasn't a monster!” The realization hit him like a physical blow. Instinct immediately took over. Amanir surged forward, turning into a blur of motion as he raced toward the voice. “I have to get there first!”

Cursing his own hesitation, Amanir tried to reach Alana and Rex.

But he was already too late; he was several seconds behind.

Crash—!

A deafening, bone-shaking impact echoed through the area.

Amanir didn't slow down; he pushed his body even harder, but he skidded to a halt when he finally reached the scene.

“What in the...?” He gasped, his eyes bulging. “Is that who I think it is?”

Just as he feared, the massive silhouette was a voidal monster—a gargantuan flesh golem with two disproportionately large hands. It wasn't a mere Voidal Pawn or Knight; it was a newly ascended Voidal Lord.

One taste of its oppressive aura confirmed its rank.

Across from the beast stood Alana, who was holding up Rex. She was looking up with a mixture of pure terror and utter bewilderment.

She was terrified of the Voidal Lord, but confused by the fact that its attack had been intercepted.

The monster had descended like a falling star, intending to pulverize them with its massive fists.

However, a chilling, dark energy that boiled like black smoke had risen from the earth to stop the blow.

Amanir watched in stunned silence as the dark mist coiled around the Voidal Lord’s arms.

The creature thrashed, trying to pull away from the smoke, but its hands were trapped in an icy, unbreakable grip. It kicked and roared, but nothing could sever the connection. As the smoke clung to it, the monster’s limbs began to wither.

Every passing second saw the smoke devouring its flesh, eroding both its form and its power.

Even from his vantage point, Amanir could see the Voidal Lord’s massive arms becoming thinner and more skeletal.

It was as if the dark smoke was drinking its very life force.

Roar—!

The once-mighty Voidal Lord, which had come to claim the prize, was now whimpering like a wounded animal.

Its struggles were becoming pathetic and weak.

Then, a figure began to rise from the ground.

Amanir, Alana, and Rex watched as the earth itself seemed to exhale.

A woman ascended from the soil like a shadow floating to the surface of deep water. First appeared her hair—a wild mane of black flames rising in a silent crown. Then her eyes surfaced—two pools of imperial purple that locked onto the Voidal Lord with the coldness of a death sentence.

It was a gaze so terrifying that even the Voidal Lord shivered.

Swoosh—!

With a fluid, ghostly motion, the figure spun and pulled herself entirely out of the earth.

She was a silhouette of pure darkness, a living shadow formed from black smoke. She lacked a face or distinct skin—only the elegant, menacing outline of a woman born from the void and embers, standing there like a dark mystery.

Her entire form was as black as ink.

Only her curled lips, her glowing eyes, and her horns carried a faint tint of imperial purple.

To Amanir, she looked like a phantom that had possessed the body of a demon.

“Is this... that entity?” Alana whispered, staring at the dark woman who had saved them.

She remembered a shadow entity that had been moving through the earth, drawn by the trial Rex had endured. She had originally assumed it was just another voidal monster sent to investigate.

But this was different.

‘I can’t feel a single thing from her,’ Alana thought, swallowing hard. ‘It’s like she’s not even there. Like my eyes are lying to me.’

The figure began to hover toward the Voidal Lord like a ghost.

She tilted her head with a slow, unnatural grace.

The mere sight of her approach sent the Voidal Lord into a frantic panic.

The beast threw its entire weight into one last, desperate attempt to escape, as if she were the only thing in the universe it truly feared. But the dark smoke held fast, unyielding.

Slowly, the figure reached out and cupped the Voidal Lord’s face in her hands.

The moment her dark fingers touched it, the monster’s eyes were flooded with a violent purple glow.

Its body locked up. All resistance died instantly.

Then, the creature began to collapse inward. The figure was draining it, consuming every drop of vitality and essence it possessed, aging the beast so rapidly that it turned to bone in moments. Within seconds, the Voidal Lord was nothing but a pile of ancient remains.

Once the deed was done, the figure turned toward Alana and Rex.

Feeling that piercing stare, Alana instinctively gripped Rex’s hand.

She didn't know what this being was, but she was certain it wasn't human.

“Stay back!” she yelled, retreating a step as the figure drifted down and landed just a few paces away. “I don’t know what you are, but if you attack us, you’ll be an enemy of the Divine Saintess!”

Alana was prepared to die right then and there to keep Rex safe.

She was convinced that Rex was the Scion the Divine Saintess had been searching for.

‘No matter the cost, Rex has to survive this!’

“It looks like you’ve finally found your true power.”

Rex’s voice was exhausted, but steady.

Alana looked at him in shock, realizing that he actually knew this strange being.

Slowly, Rex looked up at the smoke-like figure and forced himself to walk toward her.

Even with her transformed appearance, he recognized her immediately.

He stood before her, looking her directly in the eyes, showing no fear despite having just watched her turn a Voidal Lord into dust. A name came to his lips.

“You made the right choice by leaving. Now, are you prepared to serve me once more?” Rex asked, tilting his head slightly. “Linthia...”

Alana’s eyes nearly popped out of her head at what the enigmatic figure did next.

“Your Majesty,” the figure whispered—her voice a haunting mix of smoke and memories. She bowed her head deeply, then gracefully sank to one knee on the shattered ground. “I departed without your permission. I have now gained what I sought... and I have returned. I am yours to command.”

She looked up slightly, the purple fire in her eyes meeting his.

“And this time,” she stated with absolute certainty, “I will exceed every expectation you have for me. Always.”

“Excellent,” Rex nodded with conviction. “Dindora would be proud.”