The Invincible Full-Moon System - Chapter 1827: God-Killer

Chapter 1827: God-Killer

Princess Davina vehemently refused to allow Rex to do such a thing.

She couldn’t even understand how he could think of doing that.

Comprehending what was going on inside his mind is like trying to see the bottom of a deep, black ocean. Rex was perfect in everything he did, specifically when it came to attrition and battle wit.

But when it came to the people he cared about, he always failed.

Failed in comprehending what needed to be done.

He was avoiding things. Princess Davina could see it.

And the more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became.

“Hating me forever?” Rex turned away, brushing the conversation off. “That’s excessive.”

“I don’t get it,” Princess Davina exhaled through her mouth roughly, staring at Rex like she was staring at messy puzzle pieces. “How come a man with God-like feats like you avoids things like this? Anyone in your shoes would demand things from others one-sidedly. Selfish, but it’s natural. You’ve basically taken a point over the strongest faction in this realm. You’ve faced death like it was nothing. So, how come you are afraid of us?”

“I’m only one of the strong among the many,” Rex answered with a sigh. “It’s nothing to brag about.”

“Nothing to brag?” Princess Davina scoffed. “Just earlier, your aura pulsed for miles and bypassed all of the existing energy in this realm. Bypassing life energy and voidal energy. Who could pull that off? I’m sure nobody in this realm could do that.”

“You’re overestimating me.” Rex didn’t make eye contact. He couldn’t. “It’s nothing.”

“Are you scared of committing to me?” She finally asked. Her eyes sharpened, seeing Rex still avoiding looking at her. She grabbed his chin and forced him to look her in the eyes. “You’re strong. What can I even do to scare you like this? If I break your heart, you can kill me. If I displease you, you can kill me. If you so much as want it, you can kill me. What can even scare you to comm—”

“If I get close to someone, they tend to die,” Rex finally answered. “I’m afraid to see you die.”

Princess Davina paused.

She looked into his profound eyes and saw only the truth.

As much as she wanted to say that she knew him, she didn’t. She didn’t know how he grew up. Didn’t know where he grew up. Didn’t know anything that happened throughout his life before coming to the Spirit Realm.

Most personal things that she knew about him came from yesterday.

Other than that, she knew nothing.

“I saw my parents butchered right in front of my eyes. My foster parents died because of me. A woman that I’m close to died because of me. Everyone dear to me tends to die because of me,” Rex freed his chin and gazed ahead. “All the blood I spilled… It follows me. And it will continue to do so until I am able to reach the end.

“I’m only one man. My enemies are many. You are now a Silverstar, and for that, we are close. However, being closer than this… scares me,” He stood up and walked to the edge, watching the horizon. From behind, his back was broad, but even it was weighed down by the weight of the future. “I’m afraid of what I’ll do when I lose more.”

“Who are these… enemies?” Princess Davina also stood up. “Who can make you worry like this?”

“You said I’m God-like. Maybe that’s true,” Rex turned his head to look over his shoulder. “But that’s not nearly enough because my enemies are beyond that. Actual Gods. Aspiring Gods. Beings that lie in Chaos. How do you think I fare against them?”

Of course, the answer should be clear.

In comparison to those beings, he was nothing but a speck of dust. His roar was hollow against their vast power. Right now, at this moment, Rex’s power is not nearly close enough to them. Getting closer to Princess Davina, or any other people, is a scary thing, knowing who his enemies were.

Like Ignatius, one might come down and simply slaughter everyone he loves.

And there’ll be little to nothing he can do about it.

Until he was strong enough, getting closer to others sounded implausible.

Rex wanted Princess Davina to disagree with him. Despite the words that came out of his mouth and the actions his body took, he wanted her to disagree with him. He already accepted that protecting the others is what he wanted to do.

Now, to really erase old habits, he only needed a small push. One last push so he can become bolder.

And to his surprise, Princess Davina laughed.

Rex frowned and turned towards her. Nothing he said was funny, but she was laughing.

It was rare to see her laugh. She should laugh more as she looked even more beautiful smiling, yet that’s not the time to be laughing. “What about what I say is funny to you?” He asked with a cold tone. “It’s not a matter to laugh about.”

“You asked me how I think you fare against them,” Princess Davina stared straight at him. “And you assumed the answer is obvious. But I think they… Your enemies should be scared in their pantheon,” She smirked with confidence. “I believe very soon, you’ll surpass all of them.”

Her answer caught Rex off guard.

Anyone who learn that Gods are the enemy should be scared shitless.

Even Rex, when he first learned about the Lunirich Gods, was scared.

And the reason was simple; in front of divine power, what could a mortal even do? Nothing.

But that’s not what Princess Davina thinks.

Princess Davina was a bit hesitant to answer truthfully, but seeing the smile blooming on Rex’s face, it seemed she was on the right path. Only now did she realize Rex wanted her to refute him. Wanted her to call him stupid for acting like this.

Of course, the reason was lost on her, but it doesn’t matter.

“You’re saying these things to scare me,” She waved her hand dismissively. Her wolf ears pulled back like she was annoyed. “But not once did you seem to doubt your abilities to go against them. Not once do you question whether you can win against them. Deep down, you knew, you’ll get to them eventually.

“So, what’s there to be scared of? They’re Gods. Don’t you think acting like this would only incentivize them to kill those you cared about?” She approached closer and leaned in as if to whisper. “Don’t worry, I can keep up with you. I never thought about it before, but being a God-killer sounds grand enough for me.”

At this point, the smile on Rex’s face already stretched to the limit.

His glowing red eyes sparkled as the last leash tying him down was broken completely.

No need to fear losing those he cared about. No need to think that he’ll be on the receiving end. No need to restrain himself from doing what he wanted to do. From now on, if he wants something, he’ll get it.

If he wanted to get close to someone, then he would do it.

So what if the Gods might kill them? So what if he felt the pain of losing someone again?

Death will always loom over the living no matter what.

So why does he need to hesitate?

“Besides,” Princess Davina flicked her hair and crossed her arms. “If you don’t claim me, someone else will. I’m still a princess, you know. I have my own suitors. Maybe it’s time I accept the Crown Prince, if he is still alive somewhere.”

“None of them match your ridiculous standards—I bet. Only me,” He grabbed Princess Davina’s waist and pulled her close until their bodies touched. “Besides, the moment you become a Silverstar… You’re already mine.”

“Is that so?” She chuckled and placed her hands against his chest. “Then, for the dowry, I want a weapon forged by the soul and body of a God. As you said, my standard is ridiculously high, so I expect you to make preparations for it.”

Rex laughed, finding it funny to hear him playing into her role, “Sure. I’ll make it for you.”

“Good. Let us make a promise then,” Princess Davina parted and took a step back.

A suppressed smile touched her lips, and her eyes held a knowing glint that was telling Rex to follow her lead. She looked up at the brooding sky and made a small, imperious gesture with her hand, the very picture of a princess issuing a decree. “Sir Rex,” She said, her voice laced with playful command. “Do correct the atmosphere. It’s dreadfully off for an oath.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” Rex flicked his hand, and a sphere of blood manifested.

It was concentrated with life energy—the Blood Moon Echo was activated.

Slowly, the miniature moon floated upward and hovered directly above them, eclipsing the darkness.

Blood-red light sculpted them.

Rex summoned a formal uniform of black and white, the same style as the one he wore before going to tackle Morgana’s important mission. The red moonlight turned the uniform into a landscape of subtle folds and deep shadow; the golden embroidery at its cuffs caught the light like distant stars.

It was the recommendation from the System.

Then, he inclined into a deep, formal bow—the motion was fluid and perfect.

His back straightened into pure, respectful precision as his head dipped low enough that the moonlight glanced off the dark waves of his hair. Right this moment, he was a knight to his chosen lady.

Across from him, Princess Davina’s response was graceful.

Her entire form also glowed and formed a pale silk gown with the silvery color of the stars.

She didn’t question where the gown came from.

Even though the red moonlight was thick, her body was still radiantly silver.

The intricate fabric of her body-hugging gown shifts from shimmering silver at the top into a rich red toward the hem, while its pleats sparkled like stardust. She sank into a low curtsy, one foot sweeping back as the skirts of her gown pooled around her like a ripple of blood peal.

Her spine was arrow-straight, practiced.

She did not look down, but held his gaze—a profound promise in her eyes.

“I swear,” She intoed—the moonlight sharp on her grin, “and pledge my troth, to stand with you when you pluck the Gods’ powers and crumble their palaces. That is as long as you can fulfil my undemanding dowry.”

“And I swear upon my honor as your betrothed this very night,” he replied, holding back a chuckle, “to be your shield and your sword on the path where only the mad dares to try. I vow to be a God-killer and prepare your dowry, or not at all.”

For a suspended moment, they remained in their positions like a statue.

Two statues of courtly elegance carved from the shadow and blood light.

Foolish or not, at this very second, they were now even closer than they ever been before.

…

Dorn inhaled deeply as he stared at the massive, marble gate before him.

Guarding the gate are two guards, one of the strongest people under the Gatekeepers and Council.

He stood now in the formal vestments of the Gatekeeper of Lava: a sleek, body-hugging ensemble of black and smoldering orange. A long sash of brilliant silk, the color of molten rock, wrapped his waist, crossed his torso in a precise diagonal, and fell in a graceful cascade down his left side.

Each part of the uniform emanated scorching heat and power.

As one of the higher-ranked Gatekeepers, he was well-known and also known for his composure.

But right now, there were cracks on his stoic mask.

One that even the two statue guards noticed.

However, considering the situation right now, the two weren’t surprised at all.

Soon, with a deep, grinding groan, the great gate cracked open. Instantly, the two guards moved in perfect unison, throwing their weight against the colossal doors. Dorn straightened his posture, folding one arm formally across his stomach. A searing, blinding light bled through the widening gap, washing over them.

Once the gate was opened, he stepped inside and was now faced with the entire council of the Sky People.