The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1793: Ignatius Rei Invictus

Elder Tilrith had been dishonest.

Or perhaps her descriptive skills were simply lacking.

The Maw of Oblivion did not possess two heads as she had claimed; it featured only one. Its edge lacked the crimson hue she described, appearing instead as sharp, polished obsidian. Furthermore, no mouth sat atop the weapon; instead, a jagged spike vibrated with latent power.

Though Rex initially suspected Empress Morgana had delivered the incorrect armament, the System confirmed its identity.

Rex gripped the one-handed axe, attempting to find his balance.

The weight was staggering.

It was so heavy that his arm nearly gave way under the burden.

Having been trained since childhood to reach the pinnacle of human capability, and being well-versed in martial arts and the alchemy of weaponry, Rex was intimately familiar with axes. However, this specific tool was poorly engineered. Standard design dictated a light blade paired with a robust handle.

This weapon defied those principles entirely.

The head was immensely dense, while the haft felt almost flimsy.

Rex felt a surge of concern that the handle might snap as he swung it, watching the material stretch and flex, yet it remained intact.

...

<Maw of Oblivion>

Equipment Rank: Origin (Eleventh-rank)

Durability: ∞

Demonic Fuel: 0% / 100%

Rune Slots: 10/10 (Max 10)

Weapon Ego: Levintir the Devouring Crown

Description: A tool bestowed by the Demon God upon Mother Eismirin. Forged within the pits of Hell and tempered by Sinful Fire, it carries the enchantment of the Godless Engine, the Demon God’s own domain.

Bonus Stats:

→ +25% physical stats (Up to +150%)

→ +25% intelligence stat (Up to +150%)

→ 25% mental stat (Up to +150%)

Abilities:

→ Hell Magnet: Infuses the axe head with unique demonic fuel, aligning it with the core polarity of Hell. The subsequent strike is pulled forward by infernal gravity, boosting energy output by 300%.

→ Oblivion Crown: Conjures a crown from the weapon's tip to harvest souls from the Gods asso—

→ Summon Levintir: Summon a—

...

Rex stopped reviewing the legendary axe’s list of powers.

There was no point.

The majority of these functions required Demonic Fuel and a Demon’s touch for activation—requirements he currently failed to meet. Regardless, he could still benefit from the 25% stat enhancements.

He glanced at the description once more and shook his head dismissively.

’Harvesting souls from the associated Gods.’

Rex quickly pushed the thought aside.

He wasn't in a position to criticize the weapon’s nature, considering he was currently siphoning power from Kaiser, a God.

Mira had already departed, returning to the luxury of her manor.

She would serve as his informant regarding the empire's internal affairs.

Rex had shown her compassion after she chose to submit—not just in form, but in spirit. Some might consider his mercy insufficient, but he had allowed her mind to find clarity. Alana had witnessed the transformation; she saw the moment Mira’s eyes cleared.

The crimson tint washed away, allowing her natural eye color to resurface.

It happened right in front of her, yet the mechanics of his feat remained a mystery.

Then again, it wasn't her place to understand.

However, one question nagged at her.

’I wonder why he chose Mira to be his eyes and ears?’ Alana mused, noting there were better candidates available. Someone with greater influence and undeniable fealty. Someone who required no persuasion. ’Princess Davina belongs to him. She is entirely his now that she has joined his Cadre. So, why bypass her?’

Alana maintained her faith in the Scion that she and the Divine Saintess required.

He was the star destined to outshine all others.

A light so intense it might even reach the Highseat of Invincibility.

Yet, he remained an enigma to her.

’This must be tied to his next objective,’ Alana’s gaze sharpened. ’Something Princess Davina probably wouldn't approve of.’ Her eyes widened in sudden, trembling realization as fear took hold. ’Is he actually planning to...?!’

"Why do you look so pale, Alana?"

Rex’s voice pierced her thoughts, laced with a mocking edge.

He had finished examining the Maw of Oblivion and had already secured it to his back.

Alana had no idea where the metallic weapon strap had come from.

Like everything else about him, it was a mystery.

Amanir and Linthia were similarly ignorant, but they lacked her anxiety. They had grown accustomed to his anomalies.

"Regretting your path?" Rex asked, his head tilting slightly. "The Divine Saintess could still try to destroy me. I suppose it isn't too late for her to try."

She wouldn't.

Rex was certain of that.

He had repelled the Divine Saintess using an obscure power. He had endured the weight of a God’s presence during the trial to forge the Blood Moon Echo. He had stood tall before the Scions and the Highseat of Invincibility. He had even healed a Goddess through his own means.

Furthermore, the Divine Saintess had already committed herself by choosing him over the empire.

Their fates were now intertwined.

At this stage, the Divine Saintess was effectively under his command.

There was no path back.

The sudden appearance of the iron strap for the Maw of Oblivion was merely a final touch.

It served to remind Alana that he possessed secrets beyond her or the Divine Saintess’s comprehension.

There was no alternative but to follow his lead.

"The thought never entered my mind, Lord Rex," she lied.

He saw through it. She knew he saw through it. But the act of lying was a surrender in itself—a sign that she and the Divine Saintess no longer had the strength to oppose him openly. "If you wish for the empire to crumble," she added, her voice dropping to a whisper, "then it shall crumble."

"Excellent."

Rex placed a hand on her shoulder, gripping it firmly.

Despite his pallor and the frailty caused by his injuries, the pressure felt as though it might crush her bones.

"But I won't require the Divine Saintess to lift a finger. I don't need her help," he whispered, leaning in until his breath, hot with suppressed fury, touched her neck. "I will demonstrate to you and your Saintess what happens to those who betray me. I'll show everyone that no one crosses Rex Silverstar without facing..."

Rex left the thought hanging.

The implication was clear.

Any treachery would result in him painting her world in blood.

Just as he intended to do to the empire.

And perhaps the whole of existence.

Gulp!

Alana’s frame shook, and she kept her eyes fixed on the ground, unable to meet his gaze.

"Now, leave. Observe me from above."

"Yes, I shall watch in awe," she replied, performing a gesture Rex initially mistook for a curtsy. It was an odd movement for a priestess. But it was more than that. She sank down, her knees hitting the ground as her lips touched the back of his hand in a display of deep, unspoken loyalty.

He hadn't demanded it, yet she felt it was required.

Perhaps she sensed the boiling rage within him and hoped the gesture would soothe it.

It had little effect.

Shortly after, she dissolved into a beam of sunlight, ascending through the dark sky.

"You've terrified her," Amanir remarked.

Rex ignored the comment, staring up into the seemingly empty sky.

But it wasn't empty.

Amanir and Linthia lacked the senses required to perceive what Rex did.

"Coming to intimidate the newcomer?" Rex challenged, his eyes beginning to glow like molten metal again.

He triggered his Blank state through his newly formed organ. It throbbed violently, sending waves of agony through his nervous system as his weakened body struggled to maintain the form. Despite the pain, he clenched his teeth and remained steady, staring defiantly into the darkness.

Even as blood stained his lips, he did not falter.

The two beside him looked up, seeing nothing but air.

Then, they were confronted by the God of Might.

Hovering fifty feet above was a colossus, easily twice Rex's size. His arms were massive, with veins winding over maroon skin like thick snakes. His torso was a polished, maroon statue of perfect musculature.

He was power made flesh.

Maroon silk, merging with his ethereal form, covered most of his body, leaving only his chest bare.

Vibrant red tattoos marked his chest, face, and limbs.

Most shocking of all were his eyes.

They were twin pools of glowing ruby, identical to Rex’s own.

Linthia and Amanir recoiled, forced to look away from the entity.

Their eyes bled and stung from just a fleeting glimpse of his majesty.

"Arrogant. Powerful. You have grasped the fundamentals of the Anger Stratum." The being floated down until he was twenty feet above Rex. "But you are a showman. That claim over the Divine Saintess... it was a show. Was it meant for me?"

"A show?" Rex growled. "It’s a wolf marking its territory. I am setting boundaries so the dogs know where they aren't allowed."

The atmosphere grew heavy.

The air felt like it was turning into a solid weight, making breathing a struggle.

Amanir feared Rex had lost his mind.

The entity could obliterate them instantly, yet Rex continued to provoke it.

However, it wasn't madness; Rex understood that this defiance was the only reason he was still alive.

"Easy, pup," the being said with a wave of his hand—and the crushing pressure vanished instantly. "Save your teeth for later. I am too far along the Stairs to find interest in the Divine Saintess. I am here for a different purpose. Will you put your claws away and listen?"

"Speak," Rex said, straightening his posture and relaxing.

"I belong to the Anger Stratum as you do—as you have likely surmised," he said, pointing to his eyes. "It is tradition for an established Scion to greet a newcomer to the stratum. Such a greeting usually includes protection from foes you cannot yet face."

Rex’s expression shifted.

Nivellen could only observe Kaiser; she couldn't intervene directly.

She was free from the Lunirich Edict but remained trapped in the Banished Realm.

Having someone capable of stopping Kaiser would be a massive advantage.

"However," the being added, noticing the hope in Rex’s eyes. "Your current adversary is your First God. I cannot interfere with that."

"Tradition?" Rex questioned.

"Correct," the being nodded. "A Scion's First God is theirs alone to deal with."

"What exactly do you mean by 'First God'?" Rex asked, still unfamiliar with the terminology.

"I mean the First God you are destined to slay," the being explained, a sharp grin forming. His voice sounded airy, as if the lives of deities were nothing more than trivial facts. "The First God who dares to strike at a new Scion is the one that Scion must kill. Just as the first Scion came for you. View it as... a requirement. A step for your Cultivation and advancement. You'll understand eventually."

This was all new information to Rex.

He knew nothing of Scion protocols; Kei Xun hadn't covered this.

He felt his breath hitch.

It wasn't the mention of Kaiser being his first divine target that shocked him, but the second part of the statement.

"The first... Scion?" Rex echoed.

Watching Rex piece it together, the entity’s smile widened, stretching toward his cheekbones. "Yes... The Scion who greeted you after you became a Blank," he said, spreading his arms wide as if introducing himself. "He is also the Scion who sought your death. And therefore—he is the First Scion you are required to kill."

"I am Ignatius Rei Invictus, the Unmaker of Realms, the Throne of Absolute Mass, the World-Turner of Malakai, Sovereign of the Unbowed Titans, the one hundred and first Scion." His presence erupted, tearing at the fabric of the Spirit Realm just as Rex’s power had affected the Mortal Realm. "And your path toward Invincibility begins... or concludes with me."

<Notice: the user has encountered the Destroyer of Invincibility>

<Main Quest has been initiated...>