The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1794: The Reckoning

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Transforming into a Blank marks the beginning of a grand evolution. It is something that defies normal understanding.

Rex anticipated its arrival. The sensation thrummed in his marrow, his heart, and most significantly, within his very power.

System notifications flashed across his field of vision, yet he ignored them. To be precise, he was unable to look away.

His gaze was locked onto the adversary standing before him.

The entrance of Ignatius was nothing short of grand.

Likely, he intended for it to be so.

His oppressive aura surged outward—coiling and warping through the voidal vortex of Linthia. It resembled a heavy stroke from a master’s brush, where the world and the realm itself served as the canvas for the image within Ignatius’ mind.

As the aura seeped out like lifeblood draining from a dying vessel, his introduction resonated in Rex’s consciousness.

’My name is Ignatius Rei Invictus, the Unmaker of Realms,’

’The Throne of Absolute Mass,’

’The World-Turner of Malakai,’

’Ruler of the Unbound Titans,’

Rex blinked, refocusing his attention on Ignatius.

’The one hundred and first Scion.’

From the man, Rex sensed a familiar heat.

It was the blistering heat of rage, forged into a level of power that surpassed imagination.

Deep behind those eyes, beneath the brilliant flashes of anger, lay something far more ancient.

It bore the resemblance of killing intent, yet it differed. Was it passion? Or perhaps love?

Rex could not be certain, but it seethed like bloodlust—though it possessed a strange gentleness. The fact that the System remained silent only reinforced this observation. The aura soon blanketed the entire world, submerging the realm in a foreign, crimson hue.

It felt as though he were being transported to a different dimension or a separate realm by Rex.

Within that space, the physical form of Ignatius expanded to an impossible magnitude.

As his size increased, his aura flared like molten lava bursting from the depths of the world.

The pressure was overwhelming.

Rex felt as if he might be pulverized instantly, yet he remained intact. A shimmering coat of power manifested over his skin. It was actually Ignatius’ own energy shielding him from the crushing weight.

The motive was now transparent. He wanted Rex to witness the true peak of his strength.

Once the environment solidified into a desolate landscape of gargantuan boulders, mountains, and jagged stone spears, the energy within Rex was summoned. It ignited forcefully against his will, reacting instinctively to the power of Ignatius.

In a sense, it felt like a ritual of courtship.

Similar to the bond formed between two Beta wolves.

The agonizing, suicidal torment. The self-hatred, the misery, and the rage. The brutal, bloody struggles Rex endured during his rise to Cultivation and invincibility mirrored the growing trust and attention between two strange wolves.

Now, those two wolves had become close, bonded by mutual recognition.

At this moment, as Ignatius displayed his full might and drew out Rex’s own power, it was as if two wolves were howling together to celebrate their bond. Much like Rex, Ignatius had waded through an ocean of agony to reach his current height.

Lost kin. Lost lovers. Lost fragments of the soul. All goodness stripped away.

Rex suddenly realized his power hadn't ignited against his will.

It was his own will that sparked it.

Moments ago, he assumed Ignatius’ presence had forced the reaction.

But the connection was not one-sided; it was mutual. Rex simply hadn't recognized it until now.

The understanding dawned on him.

Both originated from the same Stratum of pain, creating a bond at a subconscious level.

Nevertheless, only a single Highseat of Invincibility could exist.

Only one Alpha.

Therefore, they had to determine who would bow and who would lead the howl.

“Kill your First God, Scion... Rex Silverstar,” Ignatius said, addressing him with formal gravity. He spoke the name slowly, letting the words etch themselves into Rex’s mind. “His head is the price of admission to challenge me. Kaiser’s pathetic head is your ticket. But be warned... If you grow complacent, the protection of invincibility will vanish, and I...”

The surrounding space erupted.

Shades of crimson, black, and golden orange consumed Rex’s sight and the entire realm.

The sky itself seemed to buckle under a might that bent reality to its whim.

It was nearly impossible to conceive that a being of such power existed, yet there he stood.

“Will challenge your invincibility before you can challenge mine,” he concluded with a final, grim expression.

Rex’s body surged with heat at the declaration.

His heart hammered, sending blood racing through his veins.

It wasn't Ignatius who unnerved him, but a question that had surfaced in his mind.

From the moment he embraced his Lycanthropic nature—which led to the full acceptance of the Invincible Apparition—he had stopped hiding. No more shame or secrets. Yet that total honesty forced him to confront the one truth he was still avoiding.

Even within the solitude of his own thoughts.

Perhaps, however, it was time for the truth.

<Yes.>

<Any inquiry requiring profound data will be processed and taxed in Gold.>

Rex felt his throat tighten, though no sounds left his mouth. He spoke only with his mind.

Clenching his fists, he posed the question.

<...>

<Analyzing user’s facial muscle patterns...>

<Complete: Facial expression is consistent with a sincere smile.>

Rex’s knuckles turned white as he gripped his hands, hoping the reason for his smile wasn't what he feared. In his heart, he already knew. Lacking anyone else to confirm it, he sought the answer from the System.

His constant, silent partner.

<Commencing full physiological scan...>

<Heart rate... High.>

<Respiration... Rapid and shallow.>

<Sweat glands... Increased activity.>

<Facial temperature... Rising.>

<Cross-referencing data with user’s cognitive state...>

The System was always capable of reading his thoughts. Because of this, it pierced Rex’s hopes with cold, undeniable facts. It dismantled his denials piece by piece, ensuring he could not ignore what his body was screaming.

<Complete: Physiological profile is inconsistent with distress...>

Rex’s heart thudded against his ribs like a trapped beast.

He wanted to attribute the smile to fatigue, but that excuse was now gone.

<Inconsistent with aggression...>

He could have blamed the influence of the Blood Moon, yet that was not the truth either.

<Inconsistent with fear...>

Ignatius, a titan of power, stood right there. Surely the smile was a nervous reflex of the weak. But the System extinguished that thought as well, forcing him to look at reality.

The answer was obvious even before the System finished its report.

<Analysis complete: The user’s smile originates from high-arousal excitement.>

The truth he had buried so deeply finally came to the surface.

The combat, the encounter with legendary foes, the dance on the brink of death, and the path of Cultivation. These were the elements that defined him. Did he want to defeat his enemies? Yes. Did he want to protect his loved ones? Absolutely.

But equal to those desires was a raw hunger for blood and power.

Rex didn't need a mirror to know his grin was wide. It was likely as twisted and manic as the one Ignatius had shown him. The rush in his veins and the heat of his anger were proof that he craved this.

He wanted to be challenged.

He wanted his life to be on the line.

This was his true purpose.

Whether it was the werewolf or his original self didn't matter.

The reality was that no enemy had managed to kill him yet, just as none had killed Ignatius.

It made Rex wonder: between the two of them, whose perfect record would break first?

Rex remained silent, but his expression communicated everything to Ignatius.

Perhaps that was the reason Ignatius, among all the Scions, was the one to greet Rex in the Anger Stratum.

A realm for the bloodthirsty.

Every Scion within the Anger Stratum had to be insane.

His new internal organ—the trigger for his Blank state—throbbed within him. Like ice melting in the sun or stones shattering under Ignatius’ pressure, his resolve regarding his next moves solidified.

Maybe this was the true purpose of Ignatius’ visit.

To help him shatter his mental chains.

Haxel had attempted to kill him when he was vulnerable. Empress Morgana had sold him out for an Archangel who was now rotting in the dirt. Kaiser had manipulated destiny with his divine power. If he couldn't confront them and demand retribution, how could he ever hope to stand against Ignatius?

It would be impossible.

He had been hesitant before. His attachments had clouded his judgment.

Now, those attachments were burned away by the sheer presence of Ignatius.

Kill or be killed. Evolve or perish.

His mind was finally clear.

Ignatius departed shortly after.

Amanir and Linthia had remained where they were, keeping their heads down to avoid notice, unable to hear the exchange. For a time, the presence of Rex and Ignatius had seemed to vanish. From their perspective, Rex was physically there, but his spirit seemed elsewhere.

When he finally returned to himself, he spoke with the powerful being one last time.

This time, the two women could hear the words.

A strategy was formed, and the titan gave Rex a parting gift by completely restoring his stamina.

His physical form seemed to tighten, growing more robust from the encounter.

Amanir might not have noticed the shift, but Linthia did. She could feel Rex’s power expanding.

Despite her experiences in the Well of the Untold and the darkness she had endured, she felt insignificant in Rex’s shadow. This was the nature of a rising power that everyone feared—a constant, meteoric ascent that nothing could hinder.

Soon, he was sprinting through the Black Rift, guiding them toward a destination.

“Where are we headed?” Amanir inquired, unaware of the internal shift in Rex, who had been silent for some time. “I don't even know what the plan is!”

“We are going to burn an empire,” Rex answered at last. His voice was deeper and filled with new resolve. “It takes a great force to bring down an empire, so we are going to find some recruits. Ah, I see them now.”