The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1792: A Tough One

The Blood Moon draws near.

Fear no longer holds any sway over him.

Rex has successfully finished the Race Evolution Quest tied to the Blood Moon's arrival, and Nivellen’s corruption has been purged by his hand. Kaiser’s influence over him has vanished. Though the Spirit Realm remains indifferent to his interference, his very shadow has ceased to be a source of dread.

Even pain has abandoned him as a constant companion.

As the Gradual penalty reverted to its baseline, his body—now hardened by extreme agony—mocked the minor discomfort it currently felt. He viewed the sensation with utter contempt. It was no different than the first time a baby’s cheek is pinched; the infant might cry initially, but after ten repetitions, no tears will fall unless the pressure intensifies.

Since the pressure had lessened, his tears transformed into mocking laughter.

The sensation became trivial.

With his soul on a steady path to recovery, he finally possessed the luxury of time.

Nevertheless, urgency remained a necessity.

The uncertainty regarding how much time Amanir had before his limit was reached weighed heavily on Rex’s mind.

Regarding the quest, the System had concluded the tallying of his Main Quest rewards.

<Rewards calculation completed!>

<Obtained: 500 million gold, Absolute Effect Manual, Preliminary Lunirich Godhood, and Evolution Pack.>

Rex began reviewing the details of his newly acquired treasures.

The Absolute Effect Manual was exactly what it claimed to be: a guide to accelerating his growth as a Blank and mastering its unique capabilities. The next reward, the Preliminary Lunirich Godhood, featured a more extensive description concerning the Lunirich Gods.

It offered only a foundational level of insight.

Although he hadn't fully processed the information, he assumed it would provide concrete data about them.

Details such as their identities, their numbers, or perhaps a brief glimpse into the nature of their power.

He was already familiar with some of these facts.

However, given the exorbitant price the System usually charged for information on those loathsome Gods, receiving this reward was a testament to his significant increase in strength.

Rex suspected there were twelve Lunirich Gods, corresponding to the months of the year, yet he felt certain their numbers were greater. Most had remained dormant until now, but that would change once he arrived at their doorsteps.

He thought back to Nivellen’s mention of the Dame of Snow, the entity responsible for rewinding time to grant him a second opportunity to save her. There had been no malice in her tone—only a gentle shock, a warmth shared only between siblings.

Rex gave a slight nod; surely the Dame of Snow was a member of the Lunirich Gods or an entity closely tied to that lunar pantheon.

He intended to return the favor in the future.

Perhaps that had been her goal all along.

Finally, the Evolution Pack remained an enigma.

Its description was far too brief for Rex to draw any meaningful conclusions, unlike the other rewards.

<An item that can only be activated when the time is right.>

Five hundred million gold was a staggering sum; combined with his existing wealth, his total reached seven hundred and sixty million. It was a massive fortune. Rex desired to buy the mantra that Nivellen had hidden from him through the System.

The price tag, however, was a full billion gold.

Since he had other priorities for his funds at the moment, he could only dream of that mantra for now.

"Isn't he pushing things too far?" Amanir whispered to Linthia.

Standing before them was a woman they had never encountered in person.

Rex identified her as Mira, the firstborn of House Ravencort—one of the Silverstars transformed shortly after the Kraken incident. She had exuded an aura of imperial divinity when they sensed her after the destruction of the Dragna Land and Sea.

Now, her fall from grace was evident.

Her disheveled hair framed an oval face, with damp, messy strands clinging to a forehead slick with sweat. Her shoulders slumped with exhaustion. She appeared fragile and common, resembling a random peasant taken from the outskirts of Arbitgea.

Her eyes glowed with a deep crimson.

That hue was unnatural, likely triggered by the approaching Blood Moon.

Despite her noble blood, Mira looked anything but aristocratic.

Earlier, Rex had let out a powerful howl.

The others assumed he was inviting trouble, but the howl resonated at a specific frequency.

It was a summons meant only for Mira.

No voidal monsters could detect it.

In fact, the only reason the three of them heard it was their proximity to him.

"I do not permit myself to question His Majesty," Linthia replied, closing her eyes as she looked away.

She was unaware of how Mira had slighted Rex, but if he chose to torture or execute her then and there, she wouldn't hesitate to support him. Her loyalty was absolute. She believed that every action he took was backed by a valid reason.

Perhaps the Well of the Untold had reshaped her, Cultivation her deepest desire:

To serve Rex in whatever way possible.

"Unbelievable..." Amanir let out a skeptical laugh. "Wow... does your ability to think disappear whenever you travel? Where is the little sister Linthia we once knew? She's gone. Did you kill her off?"

"That version of Linthia was weak," she replied coldly. "She exists no longer."

Pah!

Linthia’s eyes flew open in shock as she glared at Amanir, clutching her backside where he had just slapped her.

Her face flushed with deep embarrassment.

Never before had anyone dared to do such a thing.

"You—?!" she sputtered, using both hands to cover herself. "Have you no sense of propriety?"

"Ah—there she is!" Amanir pointed at her blushing face. "I don't think she died. She was just hiding behind a cold mask. Besides, manners are irrelevant between an ancestor and his distant descendant. I've lived for thousands of years, you know."

"I am telling Devo about this. We shall see who is truly the Elder then."

"Hey, there's no need to involve the old man!"

"Aren't you the old man?"

"True... but Devo is the Elder's Elder!"

"That's enough," Linthia said, turning away in irritation. "Focus on unlocking that chest before you get in trouble. Rex commanded you to have it open before he finishes, didn't he?"

"Yes, yes," Amanir muttered, rolling his eyes as he returned his attention to the lock. "Rex said this, Rex said that... he must have put a spell on you to make you his puppet."

Alana stepped forward with a slight limp.

She moved behind Rex, standing like a silent guardian as she looked down at Mira.

"Who is this woman? Why is she necessary?" Her voice was loud enough to catch Mira's attention, causing the woman to look up.

"Necessary?" Rex laughed softly, a cruel, crescent-shaped smirk crossing his face. "I am merely offering her a final opportunity. There will be no more chances after this. I will discard her. I have no use for those who refuse to submit."

It was a transparent lie.

Rex did need her.

If she were truly useless, he wouldn't have spent the Qi to howl and summon her specifically.

He was not known for his charity.

More than anything, he required her to acknowledge him as her Alpha. He believed that leaving her to deal with the primal instincts of a new werewolf during a Blood Moon would break her will. The Blood Moon is a mental torture for new lycanthropes.

It feels like needles piercing the skull, a pain that only ceases when one is drenched in blood.

Rex remembered that madness from when he first obtained the system.

It was a rage far more intense than any standard full moon.

Yet, as Mira stood there, a flicker of defiance remained behind her blood-red gaze.

It was faint, but present.

Mira was proving difficult to break.

He was significantly more powerful than her now, of course.

He could force her into submission through sheer strength.

But for some reason, he wanted her to yield of her own volition. Perhaps it was the way she looked at him—a gaze that reminded him of Calidora and stung his pride.

Rex wanted her respect.

Maybe she understood this and was using her stubbornness as a weapon against him.

Mira likely suspected Rex was bluffing.

However, the bloodlust clouding her mind made clear thought nearly impossible.

"I will perform one task for you faithfully," she finally whispered, yielding slightly. "Anything. Just make this thirst for blood stop."

"One task? I am your Alpha. Your life belongs to me, yet you offer only one?" Rex gave a joyless laugh. "Are you making a joke of me?"

"I was weak when I turned you," Rex said, squaring his shoulders and looking over his own form. "Now, I am vastly stronger, capable of challenging even your father."

Mira understood his desire.

He wanted her validation, a few soft words of praise.

That would satisfy him enough to agree to the deal—but offering compliments was difficult when he was the one who had cursed her, and her mind was drowning in red. She wanted to speak. Polite words rose up, but they twisted into a sharp, pure urge to strike him.

Her body wouldn't obey the impulse, but the intent was clear.

It was a fascinating sight.

"I—"

"Even Princess Davina isn't this troublesome."

"Princess Davina...?"

Mira’s eyes went wide; the mention of the Princess was unexpected, and it implied something shocking.

"You turned her as well...?" she asked, her voice rasping.

"She requested it, and I granted her wish," Rex replied with a casual shrug.

A new strategy formed in his mind. Seeing her reaction to the Princess, he cursed himself for not thinking of it sooner.

Princess Davina was the pinnacle of society, the idol of every noblewoman in the empire. Everyone aspired to be her—including this stubborn woman who currently saw only the darkness in Rex.

"I made Princess Davina a werewolf, yet where is she now?" Rex looked around the empty space. "I did not call for her. I howled for you. Does that not mean anything to you?"

Gulp!

The flattery hit its mark.

To be placed above Princess Davina in any context was nearly unthinkable.

The Princess was a phoenix in the clouds, while Mira was merely a peacock on the ground.

Beautiful, perhaps, but entirely outclassed by the phoenix.

But in this specific moment, she had been chosen over Davina.

Even if she only ranked slightly higher in Rex's eyes, she was still the one he prioritized. He was her fiancé, and his attention was fixed on her. That carried weight. Perhaps Rex wasn't entirely monstrous. Her resolve began to soften, if only by a fraction.

She didn't surrender completely, but it was progress.

"Three tasks, then," she stated, trying to maintain some shred of dignity. "I will complete three tasks for you with total sincerity."

"Accepted. But from this moment on, you will address me as Alpha. Not Rex, not Lord, but Alpha."

"Very well..." Mira looked up, seeing him waiting for the confirmation. "Alpha."

Hearing that was immensely satisfying.

The word rolled off her tongue perfectly, her voice as sweet as a bird; it sounded as though it was always meant to be.