The Invincible Full-Moon System

Back in the ancient era, mortals pleaded with the Gods to have power.

A power that would allow them to triumph over their mortal enemies and achieve domination.

In time, mortals have also become another source of power for the celestial beings—to keep on cultivating their godhood and achieve a greater height. For eons, that dynamic has stood, creating harmony through a twisted relationship.

Not once has it been broken, and it's not going to be broken anytime soon.

Or at least, that was what Yulthar thought.

However, at this moment, he was face to face with a mortal that had broken that dynamic.

His wide eyes stared at Rex through the finger cracks.

Even though he was reluctant—to be defeated when he had given his confident words to the other Lunirich Gods this mortal body was exhausted—it could not endure anymore. In a futile attempt, he grabbed Rex's arm, holding on as the pulling force became stronger.

Yulthar's expression contorted, he desperately stretched his other hand to grab Rex's neck.

But he was barely able to extend his elbow fully, he couldn't hold on any longer.

"Grrgghhk!" He grunted, exerting his remaining strength.

Seeing him this desperate to kill, Rex smirked and grabbed Yulthar's stretching hand with an iron grip, "You ran out of chances to kill me," He said hauntingly. "the next time we meet, will be your death. Wait for me..."

Upon saying that, Rex cast one last Brutal Impulse and drove his fist into Yulthar's face.

Bam!!

He held onto Prince Leif's body as a bluish soul-like presence got shot out.

It got sucked into the black hole and sundered back to its realm.

As his consciousness got blasted out of the avatar, the last thing Yulthar saw was Rex's face, watching him being sundered—and banished by the world's energy with a smirk. Only at that moment did Yulthar truly realize that he had lost, "Curse you, Rex Silverstar!!"

Rex could hear his astral voice—echoing within the black hole's void.

Eventually, the black hole disappeared with a violent cracking sound.

Swoosh!

Crash!

Upon the disappearance of the black hole, Rex fell from the sky and landed on the ground.

He landed firmly in a standing position.

"It's over..." Rex sighed with emotion, gazing upwards at the dark sky with his eyes closed.

Blood from his Original Blood Physique moon ability, cascade down through his furs, blood from his wounds did the same thing, mixing together. Rex took a deep breath, the scent of iron making him satisfied and relieved.

Especially when he knew he had defeated a God in mortal flesh.

In our first encounter, I almost died. Now, in the second, I needed help to defeat a God. If it goes on like this... I supposed the third time we met, I would win—with my own strength. Is that, good...?

Pain throbbed across his entire body but he smiled, it was a sign that he was successful.

Multiple notifications appeared but he didn't mind it.

Exhaustion of the body and mind was taking their toll on him immediately after it was over.

A distance away from where Rex stood and approaching, Adhara limped her way toward him, the wounds making it hard for her to walk properly without assistance. She saw that the fight was over, and wanted to see if Rex was alright.

Despite their victory, three lances speared through him.

Nearing the spot, Adhara halted in her steps as Rex's figure came into view.

He was standing alone amidst the destruction.

From a distance, she saw the blood dripping from his body, and the three gaping holes that marred his torso. It was a sight that should have filled her with fear—but for some reason, it didn't induce any fear or even worry.

Her heart was calm, unnervingly so.

What is this feeling? Why am I not worried...? He almost died again.

Adhara questioned herself, and the questions gnawed at her.

She was staring at a man who should have been dead ten times over and for worse, it was her man. His body was broken, battered beyond recognition, and yet something inside—of her refused to panic.

It was as if something about this scenery calmed her heart.

Slowly, as if drawn by a hidden force, Adhara's eyes widened in realization.

It wasn't Rex's wounds that stilled her heart—it was his face.

Rex, with his eyes closed—wore a look of serene peace. His lips, stained with blood, curled in a soft, genuine smile. It was a tranquility she had never seen before, as if all the torment, and battle had faded into nothingness.

Coupled with him reverting back to his Human form already, the serenity became clearer.

For a long time, he looked unworried and free.

Adhara turned when she saw Gistella forming behind him, her body materializing from liquid.

Upon fully materializing back to her Human form—Gistella met her gaze with a knowing look.

Just from exchanging a glance, they understood what each other meant.

No need for words.

Gistella then, with a slow, deliberate movement, raised her finger and pressed it gently to her lips, silencing the storm of thoughts in Adhara's mind, "He's sleeping," She said. "Let him rest—he deserved it"

Realizing that Rex was sleeping standing up, Adhara shook her head.

He must've been really exhausted to do that.

Just then, Adahara turned to the horizon and saw the sun was already rising.

Coincidentally, the battle was over right when a new day started.

...

Meanwhile, within the heart of the Angel's heaven.

A ripple from the battle between Rex and Yulthar spread far and wide, reaching the other far continents, its breeze, stretched across the entire world. One figure in prayer was disturbed, when he sensed this ripple of energy but he continued his prayer nonetheless.

He was kneeling and praying, facing a towering monolith that almost reached the ceiling.

Under his whispering prayers, the monolith hummed in response.

At the very base of the monolith, purple tendrils, reaching like roots of a corrupted tree could be seen tainting the gold—and white marble floor. A part of this divine place had turned dark and unholy, influenced by a higher power.

Despite the ripple of power, the eight-winged figure focused on his prayer.

But that was no longer possible when the entrance to this divine place was opened.

Stepping into the room was an Angel in gleaming white armor, and he instantly knelt down at the sight of the praying figure, "Forgive me for disturbing your prayer, but what should we do about this? You feel it too, right? There's someone threatening in the new continent"

"He must be the one who killed the Fifthborn," the Angel added, concern filling his voice.

No response came from the eight-winged figure, he kept on praying.

Frowning deeply—the Angel then continued, "One of our new servants, the Tabaxis who had their spies watching over the progression in that continent—had reported that this concerns the Werewolves. If anything, that person must be a Werewolf too"

"Have you found the Discordant Oak?" the eight-winged figure suddenly asked.

He completely ignored what the Angel was saying up until now.

It seemed that for him, this was no reason to be concerned.

Not expecting to be asked that when there was an emergency—the Angel stuttered with his words. His heart then skipped a beat when the eight-winged figure stood up and turned—to face him, "Have you gone deaf, Archangel Zadkaron?"

"Our legion just arrived at the continent and was still spreading their influence," He replied.

Upon hearing this, the eight-winged figure tilted his head slowly.

Swish...

A subtle wave of red and purple energy rippled outward from the eight-winged figure.

Its presence is deceptively soft.

But when it reached Archangel Zadkaron, his eyes widened in shock as pain surged through his being. He was plunged into a world of unbearable pain. His body convulsed badly, under the weight of the invisible pressure—veins bulging beneath his bright armor as blood began seeping through the cracks, alongside his nose and mouth.

Even in the midst of this torment, Zadkaron held fast.

His posture remained perfectly kneeling, every muscle in his body straining but unmoving.

He dared not shift, terrified that even the smallest motion would provoke further wrath, from the eight-winged figure, "So why did you come here? To report—such a matter? It is a worry for you but mundane for me. A fight for survival is normal, a breakthrough during a fight, also is normal—this is no surprise"

"What I need is the location of the Discordant Oak and I hope you find it before you die..."

Upon saying that, the eight-winged figure turned around again, "Out of my sense."

Zadkaron stood up, hiding the pain, and bowed deeply.

He then turned around to leave, closing the massive door behind him, gently—before he fell down to his knees, coughing a disturbing amount of blood, "He has gotten stronger again, it almost feels like his prayer is making him stronger"

Recalling what the eight-winged figure said, Zadkaron clenched both of his fists.

"I need to find it before he kills me or before the traitors find it," He muttered determinedly.

...

Back to the destroyed Bloodstone Crater.

A soft glow pierced through Rex's eyelids, a gentle warmth stirring in the depths of his mind.

It was quiet, the surroundings were quiet and the persistent light melted the dark—coaxing him from the dream void. Gradually, the warmth grew stronger, like the first breath of dawn chasing away a cold night.

His eyelids fluttered, and with a slow, deliberate breath, he opened his eyes.

Rex was greeted by the bright embrace of sunlight spilling over him.

It seemed quite some time had passed as the sun was already far from dawn.

Looking around, he swept his gaze at the battlefield—marred with destruction, clearer now that the sun was shining over it, "Did I fall asleep, while standing up? I think I've never done that before" He mused silently and groaned feeling the soreness of his body.

Considering that he exhausted his energy and was wounded, this was to be expected.

"I still have a couple of things to do," He muttered—his eyes searching for someone. "First of all, where is he? I hope he didn't die from collateral because I need him. It would not be ideal if he died"

Just as he was about to move, Rex raised an eyebrow feeling weight on his legs.

He looked down and saw Adhara and Gistella sleeping, leaning and using his legs as pillows.

Not wanting for them to wake up, he channeled his lunar mana and created a clone, standing in replace of him before he walked away, leaving them sleeping. Rex scanned the place—and locked onto the person he was looking for.

Seeing that the person was still alive, Rex nodded his head and approached.

On the other hand, Prince Alaric was still lying on the ground.

He was thrown multiple times from the shockwaves of the battle but fortunately was steered out of the trouble, instead of being pulled towards it. Lying on the ground weakly, powerless, his ears perked when he heard footsteps approaching.

Opening his eyes, he saw Rex coming into view, "You're still alive, quite a cockroach you are"

Upon saying that, Rex stood right beside the weak prince.

Prince Alaric was oblivious to the current situation, he didn't know who won because he was incapacitated, but seeing Rex standing beside him as the victor—shocked him. It was such a horrifying sight to see him here even though he was facing a God.

Instinctively, he gulped as he realized he and the other royals had no chance against Rex.

Since he won against a God, that became all clearer to him.

"Are you going to kill me...?" He asked hesitantly.

Rex smirked lightly at the question, and with a struggle, he squatted down beside the prince and replied, "As I see now, you have two options, Prince Alaric. One, an Angel, destroyed the Bloodstone Crater and was killed by the royals with a little bit of help from the Alpha—of the Silverstar Pack.

Rex Silverstar and Prince Alaric came back to the Werewolf Kingdom—along with the royal corpses and eventually, the Scarlet Banes Kingdom would fall—and join under the Clarentium Empire's rule"

"Or the second one—the one that is more unpleasant," Rex continued. "the battle was fought hard but all the royals were sadly killed. Rex Silverstar would bring back their corpses to their home as a sign of respect, and the kingdom too, fall under the Clarentium Empire's rule"

"So, Prince Alaric, which one would it be?" He pressed, smiling cunningly.

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