Chapter 1801: Last Trial - 2
Chapter 1801: Last Trial - 2
A Max made of white-gold Genesis light stood in front of Max. A Revona formed before Revona. A Tamara stood before Tamara. A demonic Varkhon rose before Varkhon, and an abyssal Ervin appeared before Ervin. Their auras were not perfect copies, but they carried enough resemblance to make the meaning of the trial obvious.
[Genesis Reflections Awakened.]
[Defeat Your Reflection To Continue.]
[Warning: Reflections Will Adapt To Your Current Combat Style.]
Varkhon laughed loudly. "Good. I like hitting myself."
His reflection rushed at him at the same time, and the two demonic figures collided with enough force to make the surrounding platform tremble. Varkhon’s raw strength erupted instantly, and he began trading heavy blows with his reflection, both of them smashing fists against fists until shockwaves rolled outward.
Tamara’s reflection raised a spear.
Tamara smiled coldly. "A copy is still a soldier. I am the commander."
She stepped forward, war intent blazing, and her spear met the reflection’s spear in a direct clash.
Revona’s reflection opened its pale version of the Void Origin Eyes, and the space between the two women began to fade and reform continuously. Neither attacked recklessly. Their battle began in silence, with both trying to erase the other’s power before the first true strike landed.
Ervin looked at his abyssal reflection for a moment.
The reflection raised its spear.
Ervin raised his own.
Then both vanished.
The next instant, dozens of spear lights appeared across the platform, each one colliding with another in perfect silence. Their battle was the hardest to follow because both moved with terrifying precision and almost no wasted energy.
Max faced his own Genesis Reflection calmly.
The reflection held a white-gold version of Dragonheart, and faint seven-colored lightning moved around its body. It did not have Max’s true bloodline, true sword, or true foundation, but it had copied enough of his outward power from the previous trials to become dangerous. The reflection lifted its sword, and a pale version of Divine King Punishment flickered behind it.
Max looked at it and smiled faintly.
"So you copied that."
The Genesis Reflection attacked.
Seven-colored lightning, paler and less destructive than Max’s true power, surged forward like a punishment storm. Max did not use Divine King Punishment in response. He stepped through the lightning with his Dimensional Sovereign Body reading every gap between the arcs, then swung Dragonheart once.
The first clash rang out.
The reflection blocked.
Its sword was strong, and its copied reaction speed was not weak, but Max immediately sensed the difference. The reflection could copy techniques, aura patterns, and battle rhythm, but it could not copy the true source of his power.
It did not have the real Storm King’s Inheritance essence. It did not have the real destructive and punishment nature of the seven-colored lightning. It did not have his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline. It did not have his experiences, his rage, his will, or his path.
The reflection slashed again.
Max avoided it by half a step and struck its wrist.
The white-gold sword trembled.
The reflection immediately adapted, shifting from lightning to sword combat. A faint severing aura appeared around its blade, trying to imitate the Emotion Severing Path.
Max’s expression turned colder.
"You should not copy that."
The Emotion Severing Path awakened around Max.
Silence descended.
The reflection’s imitation sword aura froze for a moment, as if the copied path itself had been severed from its foundation. Max stepped forward and slashed. Dragonheart passed through the reflection’s chest, and the white-gold figure split apart without even releasing a final attack.
The reflection dissolved into Genesis light.
Max looked toward the others.
Varkhon was still fighting brutally, but he was overpowering his reflection through sheer demonic strength. Tamara had already gained the advantage over her copy by using superior command of war intent.
Revona’s reflection was troublesome, but the real Revona’s Void Origin Eyes were far deeper, and the copied version gradually began fading under her gaze. Ervin’s battle ended almost at the same time as Max’s, with his black spear piercing the reflection’s throat after a sequence of exchanges too subtle for most people to understand.
One by one, the reflections fell.
[All Genesis Reflections Defeated.]
[Team Progress Preserved.]
[Ascent Continues.]
The pressure above them increased.
The Genesis Sovereign Platform shifted, and the next layers rose higher, steeper, and brighter. The throne at the top became slightly clearer, but it was still far away.
Max looked upward.
After the Genesis Reflections dissolved, the white-gold light they left behind did not disappear immediately.
Instead, it gathered beneath the feet of the five participants and formed five thin marks that sank into the platform. The Genesis Sovereign Platform responded with a deep hum, and the layer beneath them slowly rose like a massive cube elevator, carrying them higher into the starless sky.
The pressure surrounding them became heavier with each passing breath, and even though none of them had suffered serious injuries against their reflections, everyone understood that the final trial was only beginning to reveal its true nature.
A system prompt appeared before them.
[First Stage Cleared.]
[Reflection Assessment Completed.]
[Genesis Marks Temporarily Recorded.]
[Notice: Temporary Marks Will Be Finalized After The End Of Trial Three.]
[Ascent Continues.]
Varkhon rolled his shoulders, his demonic markings still burning faintly as he looked at the path above with a savage grin. "Temporary marks? This trial is stingy."
Tamara glanced at him. "It is testing whether we can keep climbing. If we fall before the end, the marks probably disappear."
Revona looked at the white-gold patterns under her feet with her Void Origin Eyes, and after a moment, she nodded. "The trial is recording our performance, but it has not decided the final distribution yet. The Genesis Throne may change everything."
Ervin’s spear rested lightly in his hand, and his abyss-like eyes remained on the distant throne. "Then the higher stages matter more than the lower ones."
Max did not speak. His Dimensional Sovereign Body was still active, quietly testing the pressure that descended from above. The suppression was becoming more complex. At first, it had only pressed down on flesh, energy, and will, but now it had begun to touch his paths, his bloodline, and even his memories.
It was subtle, not strong enough to cause any harm, but it was like invisible fingers searching through the foundation of his existence, trying to understand what kind of person was climbing toward the Genesis Throne.
That feeling made Max’s eyes turn slightly colder.