The Invincible Full-Moon System - Chapter 1792: A Tough One

Chapter 1792: A Tough One

Soon will be the Blood Moon.

No need to be scared about it anymore.

Rex already completed the Race Evolution Quest due at the Blood Moon, and he already cured Nivellen from her corruption. Kaiser has no claim on him anymore. Even though the Spirit Realm has no qualms with his tampering hands, his shadow is no longer scary.

Pain is no longer his companion, too.

With the Gradual penalty reset to the base pain, his body, that has adapted to the elevated pain, chuckled at the feeble pain it induced on him now. His body met the pain with something like derision. It was the same as pinching a baby on the cheek—the first time. The baby will cry, but after the tenth pinch, tears will not come out until the pinch becomes harder.

Now that the pinch became softer, the tears were converted to playful chuckles.

It became nothing.

And with his soul recovering steadily, he now has time.

Yet he needed to act fast still.

He doesn’t know how much time Amanir has before his fuse runs out, and that’s worrying.

Speaking of the quest, the System finished calculating his rewards for the Main Quest.

<Rewards calculation completed!>

<Obtained: 500 million gold, Absolute Effect Manual, Preliminary Lunirich Godhood, and Evolution Pack.>

Rex read the description of each item he obtained from the rewards.

As the name suggests, the Absolute Effect Manual contains the manual to help him mature—as a Blank quicker—and harness its power better. There was a longer description for the next one, the Preliminary Lunirich Godhood, that contains information regarding the Lunirich Gods.

Just the base level understanding.

He hadn’t digested it, but he reckoned there would only be clear information about them.

Like who they are, how many are there, or maybe a rough peek at their powers, too.

Some of which he would already know.

But considering how expensive knowing those retched Gods were through the System, this reward only meant that he had gotten that much stronger.

I hope it contained their weaknesses, too. But I doubt it.

At this moment, Rex reckoned there were twelve Lunirich Gods, each associated with the months, but he was almost certain there were more of them. Most of them are still passive up until now, but they won’t be when he comes knocking on their doors.

Maybe the Dame of Snow is the Ice and Snow Goddess? Might be. She’s active.

Her slumber plunged Kyran into a long and icy torment.

Is this her way of telling me to let bygones be bygones? Or is there another reason?

Rex recalled how Nivellen mentioned the Dame of Snow, the one who helped revert time, so that I have a second chance to save her. There was no malice in the way she mentioned that being. Only tender surprise. Tenderness only that of siblings.

He nodded; the Dame of Snow must be one of the Lunirich Gods or a God close to that moon pantheon.

He’ll repay the help in the future.

Perhaps that’s what she was aiming for.

Lastly, the Evolution Pack is a mysterious one.

Unlike the others, the description was short—too short for Rex to conclude anything.

<An item that can only be activated when the time is right.>

The System is not usually this vague when it comes to items. And I don’t like its secrecy. I’m the user.

Five-hundred million gold is an enormous amount; added to his current gold, it came to a grand total of seven-hundred and sixty million. A lot of gold. Rex wanted to purchase the mantra that Nivellen kept from him through the System.

But it costs a billion gold.

And right now, he needed the gold for something else, so he could only wait and dream of that mantra.

“Isn’t he going overboard?” Amanir whispered towards Linthia.

Before them was a woman none of them had ever met, at least not face-to-face.

Rex called her Mira, the eldest daughter of the Ravencort House—and she’s also one of the Silverstars that were turned not long after Kraken. She was imperious and divine when they felt her presence back then, back after destroying the Dragna Land and Dragna Sea.

Now, she has fallen from grace substantially.

Her hair was disheveled, framing her oval face. Tattered strands clung to her sweat-licked forehead, falling in unkempt waves. Her shoulders bore a subtle, weary slump. She looked frail, utterly ordinary, like someone plucked at random from the dusty outskirts of Arbitgea.

Both of her eyes are crimson.

Of course, they weren’t supposed to have that color, but it must be because of the Blood Moon.

Mira is a noblewoman, but she looked anything but.

Earlier, Rex howled loudly.

All of them thought he was searching for trouble to howl that loudly, but it was of a different frequency.

It was to call for Mira.

No voidal monsters could hear it.

As a matter of fact, the reason three of them could hear it was that they were close enough to him.

“Questioning His Majesty is something I don’t dwell upon,” Linthia looked down and closed her eyes.

She doesn’t know what Mira did to anger Rex, but if he decided to torture her and decapitate her right at this moment, she wouldn’t bat an eye. It was how much she trusted him. Nothing he does is without a reason, and she believed in whatever those reasons are.

Perhaps the Well of the Untold changed her, cultivating her greatest desire.

To serve Rex in any capacity she can.

“Wow…” Amanir snickered in disbelief. “Wow… Does wherever you go take the part of your brain that can think? Where’s the little sister Linthia that we all know? I don’t see her. Did you perhaps kill her or something?’

“That Linthia is weak,” Linthia answered coolly. “She’s no longer.”

Pah!

Linthia’s eyes snapped open as she stared at Amanir in disbelief, holding her butt that had been slapped.

Her face reddened from embarrassment.

It was the first time someone did that to her.

“You—?!” She stammered, covering her bottom with both hands. “Where are your manners?!”

“Oh—there she is!” Amanir pointed at her tomato face. “I don’t think she died at all. Just masked by a tough front. Also, there are no manners between an elder and his great, great, great, grandchildren. I’m thousands of years old, you know.”

“I’m telling this to Devo. Let’s see who’s older, then.”

“Hey, there’s no need to bring the elderly!”

“Aren’t you the elderly?”

“Yeah… But Devo is the elder’s elder!”

“Enough,” Linthia turned away, annoyed. “Focus on opening the chest lest you’ll get scolded. Rex told you to open it before he finishes, right?”

“Yes, yes,” Amanir rolled his eyes—and twiddled with the chest again. “Rex told you this, told you that, he must’ve smitten you with something to be his puppet.”

Alana limped forward.

She approached Rex from behind and stood beside him like a silent sentinel, looking down at Mira.

“Who is she? And why do you need her?” Her voice was loud enough for Mira to hear—and she lifted her gaze because of it.

“Need her?” Rex chuckled dismissively, his cruel smile slitting his face like a crescent moon. “I’m simply giving her one last chance. After this, there will be no more chances. I’m going to toss her aside. I don’t need people who can’t submit.”

Of course, that is blatant.

Rex needs her.

If he doesn’t need her, he wouldn’t waste energy on her, to howl, to call her here exclusively.

He’s not that benevolent.

Above all, he needed her to submit to her as her Alpha. He thought letting her dwell in the new animal sensation of a werewolf as the Blood Moon approaches would have succumbed her to his will. After all, the Blood Moon is harsh on the mind, especially for newer werewolves.

Like needles stabbing the brain, satiated only when blood drenched the head.

Rex already felt it back then when he got the system.

It was maddening, far beyond the anger the other full moons brought.

But when she came, there was still a trace of defiance behind the crimson in her eyes.

Faded, but it’s there.

Mira is a tough one to crack.

Naturally, he was stronger now, far stronger than her.

He could forcibly make her submit.

But for some reason, he doesn’t want to force this woman into submission. He wanted her to submit to him on her own. Maybe because of the gaze she was giving him. It reminded him of Calidora, a gaze that prickles on his pride.

Right now, Rex wanted her to acknowledge him.

Perhaps that’s what she was aiming for from the start, using this defiance as a weapon against him.

Mira should’ve known that Rex was lying.

But the blood drowning her head made it hard for her to think properly.

“I’ll do one work earnestly for you,” She finally conceded a little. “Anything. In exchange, you make this bloodlust stop.”

“One work? I am your Alpha. I basically owned you, and yet you offered to do only one?” Rex chuckled humourlessly. “Are you mocking me?

“I was weak when I turned you,” Rex squared his shoulders—and looked down at his body. “Now, I’m stronger than you, and could even go against your own father.”

Mira knew what he wanted.

He wanted her to acknowledge him, say something pleasing to the ears.

That’s more than enough for him to accept the deal—but it was hard to compliment when he was the one who forcibly turned her, and blood is filling her mind. She wanted to speak. The pleasantries climbed from within, but it shifted until all that remained was a sharp, clean desire to attack Rex.

Not that her body would listen, but the intent was there.

It was amusing to see.

“I—”

“Not even Princess Davina is as stubborn as you.”

“Princess Davina…?”

Mira’s eyes widened; she wasn’t expecting Rex to bring her up, but this could only mean one thing.

“You turned her too…?” She rasped in shock.

“She asked me to turn her, and I complied,” Rex shrugged nonchalantly.

Just then, a thought came to mind. Seeing her reaction towards Princess Davina, he cursed inwardly.

I should’ve realized sooner.

Princess Davina is the cream of the crop. She’s the sky that every noblewoman in the empire looks up to. Everyone wanted to be like her. And that includes this stubborn woman, who refused to see anything but the darkness inside him.

“I turned Princess Davina into a werewolf, yet where is she?” Rex looked around, as if he was searching for her whereabouts, when it was obvious that she wasn’t anywhere nearby. “Instead of her, I called for you. I howled for you. Doesn’t that mean something to you?”

Gulp!

Mira was immediately honeyed.

Being above Princess Davina in anything is, quite frankly, impossible.

She’s the phoenix that soared through the sky while she’s a peacock on land.

Might be beautiful on land, but compared to the phoenix, she was simply outclassed in everything.

But right now, at this moment, she was above Princess Davina.

Perhaps she ranked only just above Princess Davina in Rex’s regard, but she was still the one at the top. He was her fiancé, and in this moment, his focus was hers. That meant something. Maybe Rex wasn’t so irredeemable after all. Her view of him began, almost imperceptibly, to soften.

She didn’t bite fully, but it was enough for Rex.

“I’ll do three works, then,” She still needs to retain her position, so she couldn’t buckle that easily. “I’m willing to do three works earnestly for you.”

“Okay, but you also need to call me Alpha from now on. I’m not Rex to you, not Lord, but Alpha.”

“Fine…” Mira looked up and saw his eyebrows raised, waiting for something. “Alpha.”

That felt good to hear.

Her tongue rolled perfectly, and her voice was akin to a hummingbird; it was like she meant to say that.

Or it must be Rex’s own bias for wanting to hear her say it.

And like the domino that started the sequence of successes, the chest was opened with a clink.

Rex glanced towards Amanir and saw demonic energy exploding out like torrents.

Maw of Oblivion.

Guess I can borrow it, too. I doubt Elder Tilrith will care if I swing it around a bit.