The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1852: God Realm: Primordial Meadow (2)

"Kaiser..."

Meloriana gazed fixedly at the point where the dimensional rift had vanished, the spot where Rex had just made his escape.

Her expression shifted into one of deep concern.

It was already astonishing that he managed to puncture the barrier reinforced by the Blood Moon’s influence, but what he did afterward was even more baffling. That he could manipulate his abilities while possessing merely a soul, stripped of any physical vessel, defied all logic.

"What are you playing at?" She whirled around, her eyes burning with a mix of fury and raw power. "Why did you allow him to teleport them out of there?"

Though her tone remained level, the underlying frustration was palpable.

Kaiser had intentionally permitted Rex to harvest additional divine strands, fueling his ascent into higher divinity to ensure that the restrictions imposed by the world’s rules would be loosened. Everything had been orchestrated specifically for this exact moment.

The goal was to strike the Silverstar Pack from within and shatter Rex’s resolve by inflicting a devastating loss.

Yet, rather than sealing off every path for the Silverstar Pack to survive, Kaiser had deliberately allowed him to snatch two of them away.

When silence was her only reply, Meloriana’s restraint finally snapped.

"Do you honestly think this is acceptable? You keep giving him golden opportunities to grow—to reach even greater heights!" She raged, jabbing a sharp finger toward Kaiser’s chest. "We are becoming a mockery in the eyes of others, struggling against a mere mortal, yet you persist in this folly?!"

"That is by no means my objective," Kaiser retorted, his voice chillingly detached.

Crossing his arms, he looked down at the remaining survivors, who were left entirely at his mercy.

"Not... your... objective?!" Meloriana’s voice thundered throughout the space. She articulated every word with sharp emphasis, as if issuing a challenge. "What other purpose could there possibly be than to eliminate him?"

"It is true that his removal is necessary, but have you considered the repercussions?" Kaiser kept his gaze steady and unblinking, locking eyes with her. His look seemed to demand whether she had truly contemplated the gravity of the situation. "I do not speak of the world's judgment, but of the mysterious entity lurking behind him."

Meloriana faltered, her rage waning as she blinked.

She recalled with perfect clarity how effortlessly Rex had bypassed the containment of their realms.

No mortal should possess such capability; it was clear he had been aided by a far more potent force.

"I gave him space to fixate on his pack members so that I could deliver a strike with enough magnitude to nearly extinguish him," Kaiser clarified. His actions were always calculated, driven by hidden reasoning. "However, that entity did not intervene. There was not a shred of malevolence or warning. It remains unclear why, but he seems to have lost that protection entirely."

"That is a promising revelation," Kaiser observed, a flash of murderous intent illuminating his eyes.

Now that the fear of retribution had vanished, there was no longer any need to hold back.

He could finally annihilate Rex without trembling at the prospect of a mysterious protector.

"Even so—you heard his own words," Meloriana said, her brow furrowing. "He is undoubtedly heading for the God Realm. Coming for us. Locating him and deciphering his schemes will be infinitely more difficult once he is no longer tethered to the lower planes."

"Furthermore, this is an immense risk," she tacked on, radiating unease.

If the entity protecting Rex was still lurking—and now that they had provided the divinity required for him to enter the God Realm—they might have invited disaster. In this superior plane, that entity might find it trivial to assist him further. The possibility still lingered.

"Regardless, we have confirmed that their bond is no longer intimate," Kaiser’s eyes glimmered with the cold, lethal hunger of a predator beginning the hunt. "And once we reach the God Realm, the moment he is sighted is the moment he expires. Besides, he is surrounded by adversaries. Given his reckless nature, he will surely cultivate many more."

"For now, we possess a Silverstar. It acts as our insurance. We simply need to track him down," he concluded.

Suddenly, an anomaly materialized behind them.

A smoky, green-hued shape coalesced into a humanoid figure, exuding an aura of immense godly power.

"Allow me to assist you in this endeavor," the figure whispered softly.

"You have awakened?" Meloriana was pleasantly caught off guard, a spark of hope rising within her. "It is about time."

"Indeed. It is a delight to see you so spirited, sister," the figure smiled at her before turning his attention back toward Kaiser. "Leave the tracking to me. I need to shake off the stiffness after such a protracted slumber, so this is ideal. After all, I have always been the superior hunter compared to the two of you."

"Hmph," Kaiser let out a scoff. "Do as you please."

...

Rex ground his teeth, his gaze fixed on the humanoid silhouette standing before him.

He was tempted to inspect the creature's stats, but he held back, terrified of the potential backlash if he were forced to retreat suddenly. Gambling on his ability to safely scan this Godling felt like a fool’s errand he couldn't afford.

His luck, as usual, seemed abysmal.

From its demeanor, Rex sensed none of the predatory hostility one usually detects from a foe.

Yet, the way the figure held itself suggested it was battle-hardened.

Having been forged into a warrior throughout his existence, his instincts were razor-sharp regarding such details.

Rex’s eyes captured the minute physical cues that distinguished a true combatant.

And this entity was undoubtedly capable of lethal violence.

Clang—!

Clang—!

Steel struck wood, producing a profound, resonance-filled thud. The rhythm was deliberate, slow, and unwavering. The humanoid figure lifted its armament, striking the tree with rhythmic precision. Each sound reverberated through the intense stillness of the meadow like the strike of a steady heart.

A show of intimidation, Rex theorized.

Perhaps a declaration of territory.

No, it was undeniably a warning to keep away.

Rex understood the sensation of encroaching upon another’s domain, and this atmosphere mirrored that feeling perfectly.

"Steady now, girls," he whispered, his throat tightening slightly. "Stay alert. You didn't join me just to become extra weight, did you? We might have to flee at any moment. I believe we have wandered into someone else's turf."

Davina caught his voice clearly this time.

The sharp, cynical tone of his question was the first thing to reach her.

"It's hardly fair to say that when the situation is completely beyond my control," she muttered, snapping her tongue in annoyance.

"Nash," Rex shifted slightly. "Can you hear me?"

"Y-Yes..." he replied, emitting a strained groan.

"There is a humanoid creature closing in. It carries some form of javelin and is putting on quite the show of dominance. Does that mean anything to you?"

"G-Gardener..."

"A Gardener? And? Are we expected to vacate its garden or something?"

Nash attempted to speak, but his senses remained heavily suppressed, making the act of forming words a monumental chore.

CLANG—!

Another strike reverberated, even more violent than before.

The force gouged deep into the bark, sending wood chips cascading into the air as though the tree were being flayed alive.

"Nash, it is getting absolutely furious," Rex scrambled to his feet, urgency sharpening his senses. Managing the three of them seemed like an impossible burden if a chase ensued. Stalling was the better option until they regained their senses. He refused to entertain the idea that he couldn't buy them a few minutes. "What should I do? Is it like a bear? Should I start making noise, too?"

"F-Flower..." Nash murmured, barely audible.

"What are you trying to say?" Rex demanded, but he couldn't afford to wait for a clarification. He unleashed his transformation.

His frame expanded, becoming increasingly formidable as he splayed his arms wide.

Looking as ferocious as possible might be the only way to deter the beast.

"Hyaah—!" Rex bellowed. "Get lost!"

At that very instant, the creature ceased its movement, the air surging with sudden, static tension.

It stared at Rex with such intensity that he trembled, feeling as if his very soul was being laid bare.

"I seem to have made a grave error, haven't I?"

A single bead of frigid sweat traced a line down Rex’s temple as the creature tilted its head slightly.

Faster than a heartbeat, it vanished—only to manifest directly in front of him.

It loomed a head taller than him. Within this proximity, the intruder appeared to be a gargantuan human. It resembled an Ancient Human, boasting weathered, bronzed skin marked by a complex web of scars. A pitch-black mask obscured its visage, leaving only the mouth visible.

Rex reflexively grabbed Davina from below and attempted to vault backward.

He was stunned by the entity’s blinding speed.

Yet, the creature proved even quicker than Rex’s reflexes.

It clamped onto his wrist, and the entirety of reality narrowed down to that solitary point of contact. Rex didn't struggle. He understood instinctively that fighting for freedom would be futile. The creature’s grasp was absolute. Final. A one-way gate.

Escaping would only be possible by severing his own limb.

He prepared to do exactly that, without hesitation.

Rex was seconds away from tearing his own arm free, but the creature acted first.

Swish—!

His pupils expanded as the creature elevated its dark, obsidian-like javelin.

It swept downward, forcing Rex to instinctively raise his claws in defense, but the javelin bypassed him entirely.

It struck the earth further down.

Rex gritted his teeth, assuming the beast intended to strike the defenseless Davina currently beneath him before turning its focus to him. But he quickly realized that wasn't the intention at all.

He fixated on the tip of the javelin.

It was pointing out a microscopic, baby-blue flower with five petals that he had unwittingly been trampling.

Like a stern mentor using a teaching rod, the creature tapped the ground repeatedly near the bloom, signaling Rex to look. Pay attention. Observe. He finally caught on. A solemn tilt of its head followed. No words. Only the gesture.

The implication was unmistakable.

"Are you telling me I'm forbidden from stepping on your flowers?" Rex asked, brow raised in sheer disbelief.

The figure shook its head again.

With painstaking patience, it mimicked its previous gesture, reinforcing the rule against stepping on those specific flowers, before glancing around. Its pale, milky eyes flickered the moment they locked onto a new target.

Strolling to the side, the entity plucked a different flower.

It possessed the same sky-blue hue, but the edges of its petals were marked with dark stains.

Rex watched, mesmerized, as the creature dropped that specimen, ground it into dust under its heel, and gave it an extra, deliberate twist.

"Ah... I see," Rex let out a relieved breath, lowering his guard. "Don’t crush the baby-blue ones, but the spotted ones are fair game?" He chuckled to himself, truly amused that he had been prepared to bleed over a gardening etiquette lesson. "My sincere apologies. I am new to these lands."

Satisfied that the message had been received, the creature waved a hand dismissively and sauntered away.

"It is a Gardener," Nash remarked, finally finding his voice. "They are common in the hollows of the Primordial Meadow. They aren't exactly harmless—but they aren't hostile, either. As long as we leave the Baby-blue Periwinkle unscathed, we shouldn't have any issues."

"A little late for the lesson, don't you think?" Rex quipped. "I was working myself into a frenzy over nothing."

"If only you could have seen the expression on your face," Lilliana added, stifling a giggle.

Rex understood that Nivellen had ushered them into a secluded, safer pocket of the God Realm. He knew it. But the knowledge couldn't stop the reflexive tension coiling within him. He had been so conditioned by carnage—so trained to anticipate death around every corner—that the idea of peace-loving creatures seemed entirely alien.

Or perhaps, simply... tranquil.

If the God Realm eclipsed all other domains in magnitude and power, then surely it held room for immense variety.

"Don't think I failed to notice your panic either, older Davina," Rex mocked.

"That is an incredibly cheap shot," Lilliana retorted, eyeing him with a feigned pout. "I am genuinely displeased."

"Really? Well, try to be displeased while you earn your keep," Rex dismissed her with a wave. "Prepare your Soul Artifact. You are acting as my Lunar spirit from here on out."

Lilliana rolled her eyes but complied, shifting into position to prepare.

Across from them, Rex lifted an eyebrow as he noticed Davina surveying the surroundings with eyes full of wonder.

"What? Have you never seen a field of grass before?" Rex asked.

"It is not that," Davina replied, shaking her head, seemingly unfazed by the bite in Rex’s tone. "This meadow bears a striking resemblance to the Deific Grove of Concordia. It is hauntingly beautiful. I only wish I could have tended to our tree before we arrived here."

"We haven't the time for such trifles," Rex said, dropping to the ground and beginning to channel his elements. "We must locate the Overseer immediately."