The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1850: One Absolute Rule

From the instant the System emerged, every event that unfolded after seemed like a surreal dream to Rex.

He kept anticipating the moment he'd awaken, particularly following his revenge on Ruston.

Prior to this, he had been merely an ordinary human—feeble, insignificant. Possessing such immense strength ought to remain an unattainable fantasy. Surely this was merely a delusion born from the insanity in his thoughts, soothing his spirit with the unattainable.

Occasionally, Rex sensed the earth pressing against his back.

Maybe he was still sprawled in that woodland, encircled by the burned remains of Ghouls.

Maybe his fading consciousness crafted this illusion to convince him that he'd avenged his parents before reuniting with them, when in truth, he had nothing left to offer. Perishing as mere fodder—utterly overlooked in the vast war's design—that was his destined part.

At times, he yearned for the days when life moved at a leisurely pace.

He longed for the breakfasts prepared by his mother, his father's sage advice, the reassuring embrace from Mrs. Greene, and the playful exchanges with his peers, all shielded by the academy's routine normalcy.

Yet upon opening his eyes, the heavy burden of blood coating his form yanked him back to the harsh truth.

As with everything in this world, normalcy demands a steep toll.

Those impoverished and ill-fated souls unable to cover the cost themselves yield their destinies to the mighty.

The mighty spill their blood to safeguard that normalcy.

However, when the mighty ascend to great heights, their own blood no longer suffices to meet the price. Eventually, each powerful being must shed their former essence and substitute it with a superior form.

For Rex, that pivotal moment had now arrived.

Suspended overhead loomed a cluster of clouds drawn toward a massive golden ring.

It commanded the expanse above like a sovereign's crown.

The subterranean chamber where he stood was immense, spacious enough to pack in a hundred thousand tightly, yet the golden ring's aura rendered the area boundless. It ascended in tiered bands of gleaming gold and steel, etched with archaic patterns that throbbed subtly with ethereal might.

Holy energy seeped from it in constant flows.

Soft beams of light cascaded from its inner edge, streaming to the ground like a heavenly cascade. The atmosphere near the ring quivered beneath the weight of that force—pristine and oppressive, as though the domain itself strained to hold it.

Bolts of lightning twisted and snapped around the edifice.

Every flash expanded in a broad arc, bathing the vicinity in a subdued golden radiance.

As anticipated, activating the portal to the God Realm proved remarkably straightforward.

Upon acquiring the initial divine threads, the entrance to the Gods' domain becomes accessible.

Rex cast a look behind him.

Besides Linthia, Davina, and Lilliana, Nivellen stood there too.

Her gaze toward him lacked warmth.

Instead, anger flickered in her eyes. Like Linthia, she opposed his venture into the God Realm, believing it stemmed from rage alone, not the sound judgment typically needed for such a monumental choice.

Truthfully, Rex couldn't fault her perspective.

Yet from his earlier blood oath against Kaiser, he'd grasped a key insight.

Usually, when confronting an opponent far beyond his power, one he stood no chance against, the System would step in to shield him. Even history's most overwhelming prodigies couldn't endure a fight with a foe offering zero odds of victory.

The System views such imbalance as unjust.

If even a sliver of possibility exists, it's deemed equitable, and the System stays neutral.

At that stage, should the user perish, the System would regard it as mere survival of the fittest.

Thus, the System's failure to halt Kaiser's direct strike earlier pointed to just one conclusion.

He possessed a shot at triumph.

And that alone sufficed for Rex to commit to this path.

Suddenly, the portal activated, and two forms hurried into the chamber.

Varya and another Shade Crawler appeared.

More precisely, the final Shade Crawler yet to transform into a Silverstar.

"I apologize, Your Highness," Varya inclined her head slightly, regret etching her features. "But this is the sole survivor from that cursed trial."

"Hmm," Rex tsked in annoyance.

Still, he motioned for the Shade Crawler to draw near.

"Royal Black Prince," He knelt on one knee. "It's an honor to receive this opportunity."

"You surpass the other Shade Crawlers in strength," Rex examined this Shade Crawler, Nash, and found himself startled that he wielded Divine Spirit power. Moreover, he appeared more aged than his kin, with lengthier fur and keener eyes. "It's clear why you withstood the backlash, while your siblings did not."

"You honor me too much," Nash bowed lower. "I was merely fortunate."

"Even so, I must inquire: are you certain you can embrace this? After all, you're an Alpha."

"Whether Alpha or Beta makes no difference. It's fitting for the mighty and royal to lead as Alpha. As long as you dispatch me to hunt and feed, I'll gladly accept."

"If blood and meat are what you crave, you'll find a place in my pack."

Rex signaled for him to part his jaws.

He obeyed, receiving the blood that fell from Rex’s palm as if it were sacred elixir. Aware of its value, he wasted none and bore the intense burn within as additional drops slid down his gullet.

Several minutes elapsed before he hit his absorption threshold.

Rex pivoted away.

With his impending journey to the God Realm, he planned to fulfill the pack member requirement for the Race Evolution Quest. Turning others wouldn't be simple there, so he resolved to wrap it up beforehand.

The Shade Crawlers could readily meet the count, given their numbers.

That Chaos entity, however, had slain many.

Reflecting on it still sent shivers through him. The horror lay in how swiftly the entity had scanned Rex, identifying everyone connected to him and striking them. Since it didn't target Rex initially, the System remained dormant.

It was a tragic mishap, leaving him one short for the quota.

His eyes then drifted to Lilliana.

"Do you wish to become like your sister?" He inquired tonelessly.

"I figured you were the blunt sort," Lilliana replied with a knowing grin. "The kind who acts without hesitation and seizes what's his."

"No way," Davina shot back, glaring at them in outright denial. "How is it just that she gets it without earning it?"

"Unfortunately for you, sister, I have earned it."

"What...? What exactly? You haven't done a thing!"

Rex lacked patience for their squabble, so he beckoned Lilliana closer and offered his blood.

He sliced his opposite palm and pressed it to Lilliana’s lips. She yielded without resistance, letting him proceed as he pleased. Blood poured into her mouth and down her throat. She gulped it down. Swallows full of it. Throughout, her sister's glare pierced sharper than any weapon.

Yet she remained powerless to intervene.

Not after the words she'd hurled at Rex.

Lilliana required more time to attain her limit.

Nash possessed middling aptitude, but the anomaly from lingering in the Black Rift bolstered his power, limiting how much of Rex’s blood he could handle. Conversely, Lilliana hailed from nobility, a pure descendant of Duke Lorcan.

Though not as gifted as Davina, she was still a prodigy.

Eight minutes ticked by until she maxed out.

While the pair assimilated the blood and evolved into Silverstars, Linthia drew near.

At first, Rex assumed she'd object to his actions.

She merited becoming a Silverstar too.

He'd excluded her because her destiny lay as a commander, fostering variety in the Clarentium Empire. He refrained from turning her for that reason—and believed she grasped it.

Her approach served another purpose entirely.

"Are you truly, truly certain about this, Your Majesty?" Linthia questioned once more.

She'd been gazing into the vista beyond the gateway overhead, perceiving the infinite expanse awaiting on the far side. Rex neared invincibility in the Mortal Realm and dominated as a force in the Spirit Realm, but in the God Realm, he'd be a mere fledgling.

One forced into vulnerability.

Kaiser had already been toying with him, yet this response remained an overreach.

"Adhara requires my aid," Rex responded. His pulse quickened at the thought of her plight, though composure had settled over him. Beyond releasing his fury and fear, he now understood his path. "And with Kaiser and the Lunirich Gods enduring, peace remains elusive.

"Do you question my capabilities?" He arched an eyebrow.

"Your Majesty..." Linthia squeezed her eyes shut tightly and balled her hands. "Just return safely. I still envision the day you secure true peace. And I still hope for the moment you'll name me the empire's general."

She hesitated.

All that depended on his homecoming and all possibilities surged through her thoughts.

Countless joys awaited Rex still.

"You must return for her too. Your daughter yearns for her father," Linthia lifted her gaze to meet his squarely. Tears welled in her eyes. "If it grows too daunting—return. You've nothing left to demonstrate."

Rex felt astonishment at her words.

Yet as a woman herself, she likely empathized with the others' sentiments.

In that instant, she embodied Adhara, Evelyn, Gistella, and Calidora in his view.

And that compelled him to nod.

"Naturally," He promised, grasping her shoulder. "I'll merely assess if I can deliver a counterstrike. Should I succeed, the Lunirich Gods will hesitate longer before assailing me. I won't tempt fate excessively."

A grin spread across Linthia’s face.

Precisely what she'd yearned to hear from him—that he'd prioritize his safety.

And he recognized that.

Rex observed her eased expression and offered no further words. Allow her to embrace the deception. Let her find solace.

His purpose in entering the God Realm extended beyond needling Kaiser; he aimed to inflict devastating harm that would shatter the Blood Moon’s influence. If opportunity arose for greater feats, he'd eliminate Kaiser permanently.

Certainly, such audacious acts demanded peril.

Death loomed probable.

But when had death ever seemed improbable in his climb to dominance?

He could only tolerate so much.

Kaiser and the Lunirich Gods had hounded him ceaselessly through every vulnerability.

Those fiends had shown no mercy—they'd persist until he and all he cherished lay in ruins. Though he lagged behind their tier, the System made them cautious. And that was his sole foothold.

To leverage it, he had to venture where he could wound the Lunirich Gods.

Rex fixed his stare on the gateway above, breathing out to steady his resolve.

His gaze gleamed with profound insight, as if unveiling the world's hidden realities.