100X Returns System: I Dominate the Age of Gods - Chapter 240. Blood of Solaris - 1
Chapter 240: 240. Blood of Solaris – 1
Several hours ago.
Inside the supreme system’s backend…
A vast, incomprehensible void stretched endlessly in all directions. It was neither space nor void, neither digital nor divine; it was something in between yet something beyond.
The system’s spirit. A shiny, white, orb-like astral projection flickered around an enclosed space, carrying out the normal functions of the supreme system and inspecting its own operations.
Golden sigils and mysterious symbols floated everywhere around it, forming intricate patterns and mechanisms. They rotated slowly, interlocking and separating in an endless sea, each carrying fragments of laws that governed reality itself.
The system spirit was now working around a small green sigil, which represented the mental link established by William. The sigil shimmered faintly, like a fragile thread connecting two vastly different planes.
It coordinated several visual and auditory inputs and calibrated everything again, ensuring smooth functioning.
At some point, William will have to do a large-scale teleportation of his Clayman cult’s slaves into the domain of infinity; the system ensured that nothing went wrong when William did that.
[Ding!! Administrator notification #0958: Talent Beloved of the Universe (Supreme) has been activated.
[Do you want to broadcast the notification?] [Y/N]
Suddenly, an urgent notification blared in front of the system spirit.
Its imaginary lips were bitten by its imaginary teeth in frustration. Even without a physical form, its irritation manifested clearly in the erratic flicker of its light.
“Argh!! Bitch, you are here again!! Do you not understand William will get in trouble this way!!”
[Ding!! Administrator notification #0959: Talent Beloved of the Universe (Supreme) has a message for the admin.]
[<{ Dear Orion, Whatever I do is for William’s own good, so can you please fuck off for a moment!!}>]
The system spirit whose name was Orion started thrashing around frantically. Its glow jittered wildly as it darted from one sigil to another like a panicked firefly trapped in a glass cage.
“Fuck, last time you summoned that giant’s ass-like eye, because of that douche bag entering the infinite domain and scaring the shit out of William, I became the scapegoat since I am answerable to him. Do you know he doesn’t even trust me like before since I could not tell him to whom that giant ass-like eye belonged?”
Its movements became more chaotic, colliding with floating sigils that distorted momentarily before stabilizing again.
[Ding!! Administrator notification #0959: Talent Beloved of the Universe (Supreme) is accessing the Supreme System’s Talent Pool.
[Ding!! Administrator notification #0960: Talent Beloved of the Universe (Supreme) is initiating a forced reboot of Absolute Adaptation.
[Ding!! Administrator notification #0961: Talent Beloved of the Universe (Supreme) has turned on the effect ’Lawless awakening.’
[Ding!! Administrator notification #0962: Talent effect Lawless awakening has sensed massive disruptions in fate….
[Ding!! Administrator notification #0963: The host is deemed worthy.]
[Ding!! Administrator notification #0964: Congratulations on being awarded the F (suppressed) rank talent ’Oracle of Pandemonium.’]
“What the fuck!!!” Orion spat, looking at the talent that had just been awarded to William. Its glow dimmed for a split second.
It clenched its imaginary temples and cried in frustration, “At this point, just kill me, you shitty woman (┬┬﹏┬┬).”
[Ding!! Administrator notification #0965: Talent Beloved of the Universe (Supreme) has a message for the administrator.]
[<{ Dear Orion, serve my hubby well, goodbye}>]
Orion looked at the last message from the universe; if he had a mouth, he would surely puke blood on the spot.
A silence spread after this notification sounded.
“How do I explain this??” Orion thought as his astral form stopped thrashing around in frustration. His glow steadied, though it now flickered with lingering anxiety. Reluctantly, he broadcast selective notifications. The decision felt like walking on a razor’s edge.
Orion’s gaze shifted to the sigil in the distance, which broadcast William’s POV and was a medium for them to communicate. The sigil glowed brighter than the others.
He saw William seeing the notification and demanding answers. Even from this abstract plane, William’s curiosity was palpable.
In a panicked manner, Orion muted the sigil to think of something in peace.
Unfortunately, the only lie he could come up with later was to tell William that it was quite normal and that he had been busy with the monthly maintenance of the system. The excuse formed reluctantly, weak even in his own mind.
Which William literally took as a bullshit excuse.
Orion could only sigh in defeat, weighed down by guilt. He wanted to tell William that his own wife was responsible for such things, but he could not.
***
At the same time…
Holy Sun Empire…
A vast empire bathed in divine radiance during the day now stood under a cold, watchful moon. The golden spires of its grand structures shimmered faintly in silver light.
Pope Winston walked into an underground entrance towards the cellars. A staff in his hands, adorned with light stones and golden robes with the church’s symbols and aesthetics.
His old yet straight figure walked alone under the shade of night diluted by the moonlight-filled sky.
The end of his staff knocked on the ground with each step. The sound echoed hollowly, each tap reverberating like a countdown. As he walked towards the entrance of the narrow passage.
The guard at the entrance bowed before opening the thick, black, metallic gate. The heavy gate groaned loudly as it opened.
Winston entered the passage silently and walked towards the deepest and most cruel prison of the Holy Sun Empire. The Iron Hell prison, where special captives were kept. The walls were lined with dark metal, etched with faint glowing runes that pulsed ominously.
A few minutes later, Wiston arrived in the deep underground chamber. The space opened into a massive cavern filled with darkness.
At the center was a deep pit of lava radiating heat unbearable by mortals. The molten surface bubbled violently, casting flickering orange light that danced across the walls like restless spirits.
Winston walked towards a particular cellar to the right of the entrance and stepped in front of the mithril prison. The metal shimmered faintly, unyielding and sacred, forged to contain beings far beyond ordinary strength.
A sight of a woman came into his sight; sapphire blue hair and eyes stared back at him. Even in such a place, her presence felt regal, untouched by the degradation around her.
Winston chuckled. “Have you been enjoying your stay here, Empress Anasthasia Luneia Solaris?” he asked with a mocking smile. His voice dripped with amusement, though his eyes held something sharper.
Anasthasia sat in her blood-stained white robe, heavy chains the size of serpents coiled around her neck and hands, weighing down on her.
She had her head raised lightly from the previous meditative posture and looked at Winston’s figure standing in front of her.
Her stare contained the faint reflections of lava; she looked at Winston as if he were about to die soon. There was no fear, only certainty.
“Oh!! What’s this newfound fire I see in your eyes? Winston sneered, “Did you forget how I defeated your man in front of the whole world?? Hahaha, I can assure you confidently that he begged like a dog for my mercy.”
His laughter echoed across the chamber, distorted by the cavern into something almost monstrous.
Annasthasia looked at Winston with the same intensity. Her expression did not waver; her resolve remained unshaken.
“Winston, you should give up on trying to get into my head. I will tell you for the thousandth time, begging for mercy is not something those with the blood of the Solaris clan are capable of. There are only two choices for heirs of the Solaris blood on a battlefield.”
Her voice was steady at first, but beneath it burned a rising inferno.
She said while raising her voice a bit, making sure Winston remembers it forever, “They either bring death to their enemies or they welcome it with their heads raised.”
Her words struck the air like blades as if she were declaring a universal law.
Anne didn’t stop; her rage-filled voice echoed across the prison. The lava seemed to respond, bubbling more violently as if resonating with her fury.
“I saw your cowardice on the day when you tried to hide your defeat by killing a newborn; that’s your real face, pathetic swine with the soul of a demon.”
Each word carried venom, years of suppressed anger pouring out without restraint.
She cursed in rage before stopping, her hands clenched around a small bracelet hidden behind her long hair. That small object, fragile compared to everything else, was the only thing she held onto, a silent anchor amidst the darkness.
The chamber fell into a tense silence as Anasthasia’s words finished.
