The Invincible Full-Moon System - Chapter 1855: There’s Always Danger

Chapter 1855: There’s Always Danger

As a monster of the night, the System has consistently reminded him that he is more than only a human.

It didn’t reprimand him.

Didn’t show it through direct notifications.

No, it reprimanded him through rewarding him whenever he made use of his other side. And now, with the Nigh-Divine Adaptation skill, the System was telling him that he’d gain more incentives from doing what a werewolf would naturally do.

Hunt and devour.

Two simple things that any werewolf would enjoy.

Rex’s hand gripped the tree trunk and crushed it with a squeeze. His predatory tendency narrowed his vision, focusing him on the two Gardeners fighting ahead. Four of his canine fangs grew and elongated, opening his gums forcefully until he tasted blood.

Like a prowling wolf, he slightly lowered his body.

Davina and Lilliana had seen him in his werewolf form and even saw him act animalistic.

But they had never seen him this inherently feral. More animal than man.

Every time he was in his werewolf form and made slaughter, he had always been animalistic and vicious. His aura was daunting, oppressing others with his might. Right now, his aura was different. His presence faded into the background.

And the desire to hunt behind his eyes made him truly more like a beast.

He was hungry.

Rex lifts his claws and turns to leave, to prowl, to find an opportunity to attack.

But Lilliana stopped him.

“This is the God Realm, you didn’t forget about it, no?” She questioned. Acting recklessly in a realm that is even higher than the Spirit Realm is asking for trouble. “You think there are no monsters as strong or even as crazy as you here? There are. And they are searching for others like them to devour.

“Let’s restrain ourselves. Let’s get a foothold first before doing anything.”

“I don’t give a damn if there are monsters in this realm,” Rex snapped at her. His eyes are glowing red, and they scare her. “I didn’t come here to cower in fear of those monsters. That’ll be going against what my goals are by coming here.

“Now look around,” Rex gestured to the entire area with his index finger. “There are always dangers in every realm. The Mortal Realm. The Spirit Realm. And now, the God Realm. The name of each realm might be different, but it’s always the same power struggle. And I always use the same approach to survive. To dominate. Until I am stronger than anyone around, the dangers would never wane. Those monsters will never stop.”

“But they are peaceful to us,” Davina intervened.

She was on board with slaughter, but that is if the other side deserves it.

Even if they managed to take down and devour these two Gardeners, there might be others who realize they went missing and raise the alarm. Or maybe these Gardeners are a part of a larger, more powerful faction under the Overseer of Realms.

Many variables needed to be taken into consideration.

And many things that could go wrong.

As an emperor, she expected Rex to know that already.

Oblivious to them, Rex had already taken into consideration everything at a terrifying speed.

“You’re both wondering how I can summon things, even though this… space is owned by someone,” Rex’s lips curled into a mischievous, lethal grin. He raised his hand, and a stick materialized from empty air like it was some sort of magic trick. “Perhaps it’s time to unload that knowledge.”

He let it fall.

It dropped point-first and stabbed into the ground, quivering like an answer they hadn’t asked for.

A pulse of energy spread across the ground, undetectable by anyone but Rex.

“How do you think that’s possible?” Rex’s voice pulled their attention back to him, and neither of them had an answer. Not even a guess. Their rings, imbued with the Law of Space itself, had failed them in this space.

However, it doesn’t seem to affect Rex at all.

“The answer is far simpler than you might think,” His voice dropped, soft and absolute. “It’s because I have the power of something stronger than even the ruler of this realm. Why do you think the Lunirich Gods are scared of me?”

Rex’s words struck like a lightning strike into their hearts.

Frankly, the two of them knew that Rex was even more than their highest expectations.

A Mortal Realm dweller being able to dominate the Spirit Realm and even win over the Divine Saintess is surely not someone normal. He came like a meteor—and devastated the power dynamic of the realm so much that even the Sky People came down from their paradise.

He has more than his strength.

More than his charming willpower and ferociously heart-throbbing protectiveness.

To think that he has something stronger than even the Overseer of the Realms, it should be impossible.

But his eyes conveyed the cold-hard truth.

Even his heartbeats and feelings were normal. All senses are telling them that he was telling the truth.

“And with that, why do I even need to cower?” Rex hung his head low. His senses were focused on the Gardeners, and their battle is still going strong, but his mind was on somewhere else. “Do you know the feeling right before a big fight? When you have to kill, or be killed?”

He raised his head and stared into their eyes.

Like him, they knew that feeling.

Nobles, contrary to the lower-class people, also lived in a cruel world where the strong rules.

Both of them have been in their fair share of hardships.

And he could see it in their eyes.

“My enemies view Gods the same as mortals. If I cower, then how am I going to hope of defeating them in the future?” Rex asked. It was a genuine question, one that he hoped the sisters had another answer to, but they had none. “I need to grow stronger. That’s the only way I can protect the pack. Protect both of you.

“Stay. Or help. Either way, I’m hunting these two down.” Rex turned away to leave.

“Men…” Lilliana shook her head helplessly.

“His charm has always been that passion of his,” Davina tied her hair into a high ponytail. “Come, big sister. Let’s hunt.”

An aura suddenly filled the entire place.

It was a heavy aura that weighed on their shoulders like a boulder.

Rex and the sisters immediately ducked down.

Not because this new entity was far stronger than the two Gardeners—in fact, it was the opposite. But they ducked anyway because the moment this entity appeared, the two fighting Godlings simply stopped like their mother came to fetch them.

Mid-strike. Mid-battle. Frozen by the presence alone.

That could only mean one thing: the entity held real power in the Primordial Meadow.

“You don’t look surprised,” Davina whispered—and then her eyes went to the seemingly normal stick Rex dropped earlier. “You knew.”

Hunting down the Gardeners might seem rash, but it’s really not.

Not as long as the System was around.

Rex had set the System to constantly scan the surrounding miles every five seconds or so, allowing him to know everything in the area. Every living being. Every bump on the ground. He knew that there was an incoming. An entity that was approaching their position, presumably drawn by the fight.

It was the reason he didn’t strike the Gardeners instantly.

This is also the reason why he entertained the sisters’ question about his decision-making.

He was going to watch the Gardeners interact with the entity first.

Like a predator making sure that the prey is really prey.

As for the stick he dropped earlier, it created a distortion area that would block anyone, even the actual Gods, from peeking into what was happening in this area. It did not cost in the billions because the Gods can still probe the area if they are close enough.

But with the System’s constant scan, he could negate this weakness.

“Of course, you knew,” Lilliana chuckled.

Across from the shadows of the meadow, a figure hovered—suspended above the ground as if the very notion of sharing ground with the Gardeners disgusted him. Blue tunic. Golden light armor. Even though his raw power didn’t match the Gardeners, the gear he wore made up for his lackings.

Every piece was high-quality, divine-grade.

He didn’t need to be stronger as his equipment already was.

Rex scanned each one of them and was surprised by the physical and magical boosts they provided.

Unlike the Gardeners who were bare, this figure was draped with powerful armor from head to toe.

One thing that caught their attention the most about this specific Godling is the insignia on his steel-plate. A distinctive insignia that is shaped like a winged key with a culmination of magical rings orbiting its handle.

Blitz—!

One twist of the figure’s hand summoned a long golden whip that reached the ground.

Seeing the whip changed the Gardeners’ faces instantly.

One of the Gardeners, the Ancient Human, or what had once been one—as surely the Fifthborn would deny this thing as an Ancient Human if he were alive—raised his hands. A beggar’s gesture. A plea for mercy. A tool for the weak.

He should’ve used words.

Should have explained, justified, and made his intentions clear.

But when his mouth opened, nothing came out.

Only silence. Only hands. Only desperation with no voice.

He couldn’t talk?

“Disgusting pigs!”

Katcha—!

An ear-deafening crack split the air as the whip cut through—once, twice, again and again. Each time it resounded, Lilliana and Davina flinched. But the figure didn’t stop. His disdain radiated through his helmet with every strike.

Each lash drove the Gardeners lower until they curled on the ground, broken and wounded.

Now, seeing the bleeding cuts across their bodies, Rex understood why the Gardeners were scarred.

Both could’ve retaliated.

Might even succeed in taking down the figure if they tried really hard, but they didn’t.

“How dare you cause a ruckus and force me to come here?!” the figure roared and stepped on the head of the Gardener. His eyes then caught a Baby-blue Periwinkle—and realized what this was about. “All for one flower?! You disturb my peace because of this?!

“Since you soured my mood, your quotas would be doubled today!” He sneered at the Gardener under his foot. The ground cracked around—where its face was pressed into. “No, make it three times! Cross me again, and you’ll know what happens…”

A man emerged from the other side.

His eyes squinted, noticing that this man looked different, “Who are you? Identify yourself!”

Instead of getting an answer, the figure only got a pair of eyes that were staring at him like he was a snack.

Swish—!

From below, almost unseeable size of tendrils slithered across his vision, and wrapped around his body before he could react. The figure’s body blazed with energy, and all his gears were activated, giving enough strength to break free.

But the gravity suddenly pressed on him.

It made his entire body so heavy that he was barely able to stand straight.

“You have such good armor,” Lilliana appeared behind him with a whisper into his ear.

“Don’t resist too much,” Davina hovered above with her arms crossed. “You’re already dead, anyway.”

“W-What?” the figure’s eyes widened behind his helmet. “Do you know who I am?!”

Before he knew it, blood was drizzling down his chin—and another pair of crimson eyes were already there. Right in front of him. Rex stared down at the figure as claws slid free from his stomach, slow and deliberate, pulling blood and glistening intestines out into the open.

“Tell me, what energy are they using?” Rex asked curiously. “Do you know what they are?”

“E-Energy…?” The figure swallowed back the blood, but more came rushing out.

“Yes,” Rex’s eyes traced down the armor, and found his neck where the armor couldn’t protect properly.

“I-I know! If you want to know, then don’t kill me!”

“That’s all I need to know, thank you.”

Splash—!

Rex stabbed his claws into the figure’s neck and ripped out his jugular.