The Invincible Full-Moon System

Above the clouds, crowding a small part of the vast sky were countless floating islands.

Ancient and brimming with grandeur, these islands has been hogging this part of the sky since the dawn of time. A place that many know to be the home of Keepers—special spirits that governed the sky and regulated the invasive force of the Black Rift.

Enveloping the entire world, Keepers were split into the northern, eastern, western, and southern sides.

All sides are under the leadership of two central cities that are opposites of one another.

Combined, the islands on this particular part of the sky make up the northern side.

Despite the regal appearance of these islands—almost like they were pieces from Heaven—some occasional lightning flashes were striking past them. No thunderous sound was made, but the lightning was certainly real and impactful.

Just from the lightning alone, one could instantly tell this place—The Sky City.

Located at the center was the heart of the Sky City, the Skillian Divine Court, which was made up of one, humongous island that was big enough to be called a continent, though a very small one. As everywhere else, the social hierarchy was evident.

Other islands were far and away from the main island.

Only a few could step onto the main island.

Far away from the Sky City, there was a very small island that was higher than the rest and secluded.

Several boulders that looked like a chunk of the island itself surrounded this small island, giving good cover for the big structure above it. Its underside bristled with jagged rock formations, trailing moss-covered spires, and overgrown roots that swayed lazily in the wind.

A massive temple surrounded by smaller temples made entirely of earth-colored marbles and stones.

Above, it bore the weight of a massive temple.

An intricate network of towering marble structures, domes, and slender minarets rises from the cliffs.

Every ledge, every ridge, was carved and built upon, transforming the raw mountain into a fortress.

On the edge of this island, a figure landed with grace—a towering figure that loomed through the mist with a form sculpted from storm clouds—and veined with glowing blue light. Lightning crackled along his arms and head, flickering across his shifting body like fire in the wind.

Looking straight ahead, the figure moved with slow grace—heading to the main temple.

Upon ascending hundreds of stairs with patience, he eventually reached the main temple—and stepped into an open hall. At the center of this hall was another figure, a muscular figure also entirely made of storm clouds and lightning.

Gripping his wrists were golden chains attached to the ceiling, keeping him suspended mid-air.

Below, there was a rock—and the energy of this bound figure was constantly drained by the rock rapidly.

“Long time, Devo…” the figure greeted, his voice trailing into echoes as he entered the hall.

Hearing the voice, Devo raised his weak gaze and fixed it on the figure.

Realizing who it was, a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

He couldn’t believe it so much that he needed to take a second look to make sure the person that was in front of him was really who he thought it was. “I was wondering who would do something like this, but I should’ve guessed it was a snake like you. How was it? Do you like sitting in my seat? I bet it’s quite addictive.”

One look is all it takes for Devo to recognize this person.

It was his uncle, Rezar, who had been eyeing the seat of the Gatekeeper for thousands of years.

Unfortunately for him, the long period of him sucking up to Devo’s father was a futile attempt—as the seat was handed down to Devo instead of him. Clearly, that devastated him, and now, he resorted to this kind of approach.

A forceful one.

“Spare me the mockeries,” Rezar stopped near Devo and looked down at the stone.

He checked the capacity and realized that it was still nearing half, which came as a surprise.

“What?” Devo raised his eyebrows tauntingly. “Surprised? I’m bound to a powerful figure, you see, so it’s going to take quite a while to extract me from him. Tell you what, let me go and I’ll forget this ever happened.”

“Do you think a petty threat would work on me?” Rezar asked incredulously. “I’m way past that.”

Despite the pain that felt like a part of him was being torn piece by piece, Devo remained composed.

Being inside Rex for quite some time unconsciously increased his pain tolerance.

Rex has always been suffering from all kinds of torturous pain, be it a wound inflicted by his enemies, or even a pain that came—from within. Either way, as a spirit that was assimilated to him, Devo could also feel the pain.

It was excruciating, but that came in handy right now.

Looking back at Devo, Rezar wagged his index finger, “Tell you what. If you make a statement that you are abandoning the Gatekeeper seat, I’m going to let you go. Everyone thinks you’re too young already, so this wouldn’t damage your image in any way. Once you are of age, I’m going to hand over the seat back to you.”

“You have to understand,” He continued with a soft tone. “Someone so young can’t handle this seat.”

Devo didn’t answer immediately.

He only tilted his head down, seemingly contemplating the offer.

Rezar didn’t find this surprising.

For the longest time, he spent being on Devo’s father’s side, he was known to be the person—who did all the dirty work. His name evoked quite some fear to certain groups, and Devo was certainly among that group as he got to watch the horror first-hand.

“Just forfeit your seat, and I’ll gladly let you go. This isn’t a vendetta against you,” He added.

Deep down, he was hoping Devo would accept, as that would save him a lot of trouble.

But, instead of what he was expecting, Devo’s shoulders began to rise and drop in light laughter.

Devo wasn’t thinking about the offer, he was mocking it inside.

“I think I’d prefer taking my chances,” He said confidently without a hint of fear. “You can’t hurt me, or the other Gatekeepers would know. This extraction is the only torture method you can do to me while avoiding the Gatekeepers’ attention—isn’t that right? Anything other than this would only get you in trouble.”

“I’m sure you know the other Gatekeepers are very sensitive to this kind of thing,” He added. “If you’re caught, you will suffer a horrendous fate by the court.”

Upon hearing this, Rezar clenched both of his fists hard.

He couldn’t believe someone like Devo was capable of going against him like this.

Sensing that he struck a nerve, Devo leaned his body—and face forward, causing the golden chains to graze his skin red, “I may be bound here, in this damn temple. But you’re the one who’s trapped, Rezar. Tell you what. If you let me go, I’m going to let you go.”

Having his own words thrown back at him, Rezar’s face turned red in anger.

Veins bulged on his forehead while his body trembled uncontrollably, barely holding back the explosion.

“That seat is mine!!” Rezar roared, pointing at Devo’s face with his index finger as if pointing as hard as he could would make Devo surrender his seat. “Your father promised me to give me that seat, but he gave it to you instead!!”

“Do you know how many atrocities I’ve done with these hands, for your Father?” He raised both hands, showing them both as if they were proof to Devo—that he deserved the seat. “Poisoning rivals, strangling heirs, massacring innocent cities, I’ve done all of it! ALL OF IT!”

“I’m the one who did all the dirty work for thousands of years, and you think I’m going to bow my head and accept the seat going to you?! A brat?!” He continued, letting out his frustration through painful words, but filled with emotions.

“There it is…” Devo chuckled to himself. “Why don’t we start like this from the start?”

Seeing the utter calmness from Devo, Rezar could only turn around and take a couple of steps away.

He was calming his nerves. Or at least trying to.

“Father never promised you anything,” Devo suddenly said with a clear voice. “You got it all wrong.”

“What?!” Rezar glared at him with a twisted face. “He did!”

“He did? What exactly did he say?” Devo asked, but he didn’t give time for Rezar to answer. “That one day your hard work would pay you back tenfold? That you might make—a good Gatekeeper? Is that what you call promising his seat?”

Rezar was silenced.

Thinking back, he couldn’t recall one instance where Devo’s father promised him the seat clearly.

All of what he said was vague, no promises, but instilled with faint hope.

Designed to keep him going without any real reward.

Even then, Rezar didn’t want to believe it—the Gatekeeper seat should be his, and that’s it.

“I have been eyeing that seat for my whole entire life, the purpose of my life,” Rezar said, his tone was now cold and collected. “All I ever wanted was to become—a Gatekeeper. Do you think I never expected something like this to happen?”

Swoosh!

Blitz!

Rezar pointed his index finger at the stone and fired a lightning strike at it.

Almost instantly, the rate of extraction was amplified, and the pain Devo was feeling tripled.

Now, Devo couldn’t even form any words—his entire body tensed to the point that he couldn’t move.

“Just wait until you’re separated. I’ll show you hell,” Rezar said as he turned around to leave.

He left Devo behind, electrocuted, drained, and tortured relentlessly.

Despite managing to keep his composure in front of Rezar, he was suffering inside.

Devo lifted up his head slightly to stare at the open dome, straight at the sun above.

‘Where are you, Rex? I hope you’d find me before it’s too late.’

…

Meanwhile, after the unexpected confrontation with Rosa, Rex immediately stepped out of the ruins.

He went back to where Kei Xun killed Crimoria.

Considering that he has no more tickets to use for Rosa’s daughter, he was hoping that the Echo he gave to Crimoria could still be extracted. Even though she was killed thoroughly, leaving not even a drop of blood behind, the Echo might survive the blood.

Rex looked down at the ground—his eyes glistened as the System scanned the area.

A relieved smile crept to his face when he saw a glowing orb of light buried underground.

Under the System’s guidance, he summoned all three of his Soul Artifacts—before going down to his knees. He placed his hand on the ground—and channeled his life energy, forcing it to seep through the soil and reach the orb of light.

Grasping the whole Echo with his energy took about three minutes of delicate control.

Once he was ready, Rex’s brows furrowed as he yanked it out of the ground.

Swish!

A glowing orb was pulled out, exuding power that enticed everyone who laid their eyes on it.

Rex nodded his head and placed the Echo back into his inventory.

Upon turning around, he found the others were standing behind him, curious as to what he was doing.

None of them expected Rex to extract an Echo.

Unlike Amanir who was completely used to seeing this, Viora and April sucked in a cold breath as Rex made extracting an Echo an easy process. Normally, a Seeker would be the one extracting Echoes. Some non-Seekers could do what Rex did, but not as fast as him, so it was quite surprising to see.

“Prepare the carriages, we’re leaving,” Rex said, walking past Viora.

Viora nodded, but said nothing.

On the other hand, April turned to look at Rex’s back as he walked away.

She wanted to call for him, but she couldn’t find her voice.

However, Rex seemed to hear her thoughts as he stopped mid-track.

He turned toward April and looked at her with a pair of eyes that were devoid of emotion.

“Go home, April,” Rex said at last. “You’ve done well to reach this far—surpassing anyone’s expectations. I’m also thankful for your help. It’s a lot easier with you inside that tower. But we’ll part ways here.”

He averted his gaze and resumed walking. “Take care.”

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