The Invincible Full-Moon System - Chapter 1889 1889: A Lesson from the Strong

Bellana lived sheltered by the shadows of her parents.

She had always been following her busy father and mother, thinking that it was the best way for her to get closer to them. Better to stick close than stay at home or hang out with friends who only wanted a favor from her through her connections.

But her attempt was futile.

Even though she was there with them, she sat out important meetings. Partners of her parents came to her only to talk about menial things, her current strength, or maybe whether she now has a boyfriend. It was never something she wanted to talk about.

Never about her parents.

Never about something that might get her closer to her parents.

Occasionally, she saw the cracks in the sunshine. Moments when the darkness slipped in—before both her parents protected her again with their shadows. Deep down, Bellana knew that the world isn’t only sunshine and rainbows.

The confrontation that happened in the restaurant is nothing.

It wasn’t the darkness she felt hiding from her.

Now, she could see that darkness right before her very eyes without any filtering from her parents.

Rex stood slightly hunched under the rain. His eyes are crimson—and they seemed to glow against the grey backdrop. He looked completely different in comparison to earlier, or when he went against Aksa and his goons back in the restaurant.

More intimidating.

He bore no killing intent towards her, but his gaze felt like it was choking her.

On the floor beside him was the man whom she had seen earlier, but this man was no longer menacing.

Rex’s claws buried in the left curve of the man’s ribs, hooked into bone and meat like a butcher’s steel. Blood pulsed from the wound in weakening surges, feeding the red pool spreading beneath him. Bellana got the side-view of his face.

His eyes still blinked. His chest still hitched. Barely. He was at death’s door.

“I…” Bellana stammered, confused as to what she was looking at. “I don’t understand. Is there really a need to kill him?”

“He and his group are bad people,” Rex answered, dragging the man and approaching Bellana. He paused when he saw her stepping away, and there was a peculiar odour coming from her. Fear. “Underground, there are people in cages. Slaves. Do you think these people deserved to be spared?

“Should I hand them over to the authorities? What if there are people working for them?”

Considering how young and seemingly innocent Bellana was, this should be a good excuse.

If she has a strong sense of good, then this excuse should at least be acceptable.

But she’s not that stupid.

“You’re lying,” Bellana whispered—the words slipped out of her mouth. “You’re lying. I saw how you looked at Aaran, the others, how you look at me. You did not see us as anything. I doubt you would care about the well-being of slaves.

“I may be young and naïve, but I can read that much.” She added with conviction.

It was true that her parents sheltered her.

Make her think that the world is sunshine and rainbows, but she picked up a thing or two from them and their colleagues. Reading faces is one of the things she learned, and from her perspective, Rex doesn’t care about anyone other than Davina and Lilliana.

Rex’s face was drained from the façade of reason.

He tilted his head a little, and almost on cue, the downpour turned into a drizzle.

It decreased the moisture in the air, allowing Bellana to see Rex clearly.

“And?” He asked, taunting her to answer. “What if it’s a lie? Are you saying it’s wrong to kill?”

“No, I’m not saying that it’s wrong. Under the correct circumstances, it’s okay to ki—”

“Under the correct circumstances…”

Rex snorted at her words; it made her naivety even clearer than it already was.

“Under the correct circumstances? Like what?” He raised a brow. “After he tried to kill me? Or maybe after he killed someone I’m close to? Tell me, Bellana, what are the correct circumstances? For once, I really wanted to know the answer.”

Bellana’s tongue was tied.

She didn’t know what to say to that.

Deep down, she knew it was wrong to kill anyone without a legitimate reason.

But she didn’t know how to put it into words.

“Look around,” Rex circled his finger, gesturing for the entire city. “Look around the city. Do you really think the strong people in this city wouldn’t kill if it meant they could become stronger? Do you really believe they would only kill if there’s bad blood involved? No—Bellana. The world does not work like that.

“Your uncle. Even your parents. How do you think they get to this point?”

“Don’t bring them into this,” Bellana sternly said, but it came out weaker than she expected. “They got that strong because they have the resources to become stronger. They did not go around and kill people for their own sake.”

“Really?” Rex chuckled.

He saw Roger trying to crawl away and stomped his back hard, pinning him down.

A painful wail rang.

Music to Rex’s ears, but a haunting melody for Bellana.

“Resources are finite. If someone got resources, then there are others who don’t,” Rex paused, seeing the stubbornness still present behind Bellana’s eyes. “Grim moments are always coming. If things are calm, seize the moment and use it to grow stronger. So that when the trouble arrives, you can deal with it. You can kill whoever dares to trouble you.

“That’s what I learned through painful experiences. That’s why I do this.” He clenched his hand firmly.

Painful moments flashed inside his mind.

He knew that as long as someone walked in the path of power, then trouble would always come.

No matter what.

And even with that mindset, Rex’s enemies were still too strong for him to handle.

“Do you want to see your friends die?”

“No…”

“Do you want to see your parents die?”

“I don’t.”

“Then try to understand what I’m saying,” Rex grabbed Roger by his hair and dragged him back. “There are lessons in life that you need to experience personally, and there are lessons that you don’t need to experience personally. Make this the latter.”

He shoved Roger toward Bellana’s feet, “Kill him.”

Even though Rex hadn’t been paying attention much during dinner, he heard bits of what Bellana talked about. She seemed reluctant to talk about her parents when Davina asked about them, but she did say that her parents were hiding things from her.

And there was a hidden anger in her tone.

Rex could tell that she wanted to get closer to her parents, but her parents still thought little of her.

It became apparent when she seemed really eager to be his friend.

Having someone like him as a connection would certainly get the attention of her parents.

So, since she had caught him in the act, he decided to show her the dark side of the world.

“K-Kill him…?” Bellana looked at Rex. Her gaze was asking him whether he was being serious.

“Yes, kill him.” Rex nodded. “I only need friends who can do what needs to be done. I don’t need someone who won’t be able to help me thoroughly. If you want to be my friend, then kill him. Let’s see if you have what it takes.”

Roger had been listening to the conversation all this time.

After a great struggle, he managed to push himself off the ground and rise to his knees.

He pressed his hands together in a pleading gesture, begging for mercy.

“I have a wife,” He said breathlessly, his hand pressed uselessly over the hole in his stomach—a wound that refused to close. “Two sons. Still little. They need me.” Every trump card he had possessed—even the ones he had hidden well had been thwarted aside by Rex. It was as if those eyes could see straight through him. “Spare me. I’ll vanish. I’ll retire. You’ll never see my face again.”

“Kill him,” Rex interrupted with no remorse on his face.

“I… I won’t tell anyone about what happened. Please.”

“Kill him.”

“I’ll free the slaves. I’ll do it!”

Bellana’s body was trembling as she was undecided on what to do.

On one side, this was exactly what she wanted. To see the dark side that her parents never showed her, so that she could grow and understand them even more. But on the other side, she couldn’t muster any strength to kill Roger.

Especially when he brought his family up.

She simply couldn’t.

“I… I can’t,” She clenched her fists and turned her face aside. “I can’t kill him.”

“Shame,” Rex reclined his head back and then nodded. “Then you’ll have to experience it personally.” He walked past Roger and then past Bellana. “Don’t follow me. Go home. I’ll deliver your things back when I’m done.”

Moments later.

Rex continued on his way to the Southern Cavity to meet with Zev again.

He emerged into what appeared to be a luxury establishment—a hotel or perhaps a high-end apartment building. Fortunately, no one questioned him when he stepped out of Aaran’s room. It was a small but welcome convenience.

In the status section, the workers there were passive at the sight of him.

Some were even nervous or worried.

It seemed the Godlings from Larta City were looked up to by the people in the Cavity.

And frankly, it wasn’t surprising. It was the same as every other smaller city in human territory back in the Mortal Realm. All of them looked to Ratmawati City as the holy city, the bastion of humanity against the Supernatural races.

Like a capital city.

Moreover, after the small distraction, he couldn’t afford to waste any more time.

Sparing that thug leaves a bad taste in my mouth. It feels like I’d kill someone at any inconvenience right now. I really thought she would kill him. But whatever. I could wait to satiate this thirst. After all, a few Pale Defenders are waiting for me.

Rex exited the establishment and quickly went around asking for a way to the Southern Cavity.

The journey to the meadow stretched longer without Bellana at his side, though the delay was measured in minutes, not hours. Dawn found him standing amid the familiar landscape—the same trees, the same slant of early light. He made no move to press forward.

Instead, he let his eyes fall shut and surrendered to the quiet.

His awareness sank inward to brush against the residual energy still sleeping inside him.

One that was left behind by the Nigh-Divine Adaptation skill.

And it was about time to use it.

System, I choose the Cavity Skipper skill.

As soon as he gave the command, a pleasant energy wrapped around his body. Something in him was being altered. It was an intangible change, and the effect wasn’t evident—but the information that soon seeped into his mind made it clear what it was.

It was the adaptations needed for him to use the Cavity Skipper.

For the next seven days, he and the Cavity are friends.

Just like the Pale Defenders or the Gardeners—he now has a connection to the Cavity. It allowed him to perceive more than meets the eye. One thing that he picked up almost instantly was the scent of decay coming from the far distance.

Right, I still haven’t checked that area.

Rex recalled the dead area that he had seen a glimpse of when he was exploring.

He was curious, and since he was here, he was going to check.

At least after he dealt with the Pale Defenders and Zev.

I haven’t really offended anyone in Larta City. So, those assassins… Zev, is it you?

Rex’s entire body shimmered with a dark green hue—then vanished entirely. A few miles ahead, he reappeared. It looked like he was warping through space, something that should have been impossible. But the Cavity Skipper skill allowed it.

And with it, covering hundreds of miles would only take him minutes at most.