The Invincible Full-Moon System-Chapter 1546: Trapped in the Void

Rex panted heavily, finally able to take a breather now that he was alone.

It was quite tricky to do, but he managed to pull it off.

He turned Mira into a Werewolf, marking his first-ever Beta who was stronger than him.

Back then, when he turned Arnulf into Flunra, he was already stronger with his new King Mark—so it doesn't count. Regardless, once he rested enough, he turned to the notification panel hovering in front of him.

It was the description for Mira's bloodline, the Omenmonger Werewolf.

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<Omenmonger Werewolf Bloodline>

Potential Points: 69

Description: A rare bloodline of the Werewolf race that appeared from a unique mutation that happened to Werewolves who met the strict criteria. An Omenmonger Werewolf, as its name indicated, carried a bad omen. It has the ability to cause mass paranoia, see hallucinations, and even glimpse the future. In the Ancient Era—an Omenmonger Werewolf is usually sent to terrorize the opposing army before the actual attack.

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Upon reading the description, Rex's eyes focused—the bloodline piqued his interest.

At this point, his pack members had varying strengths due to their bloodlines.

Adhara has the power to dominate Werewolves, Evelyn has great supporting influence for the entire pack, Gistella provided supporting protection, Flunra has the versatility to fill any missing position, and Kyran has the offensive capabilities.

Even before this, the Silverstar Pack member was already solid.

As long as they could keep up with their ranks, together, there's no way they would be outmatched.

Now, with Mira's addition, the Silverstar Pack got a skirmisher.

Once I turn that Omega candidate, Kassandra, I'll have a great pair of skirmishers.

Shaking his head, Rex read the description once again and fixated on a particular statement.

'And even glimpse the future.'

"Glimpse the future…? If she really could do that, I have to help her grow strong enough to see what the future has for me." Rex thought aloud, determined to help Mira to be able to see into the future. "I need to know."

Remembering the catastrophe his mother said, Rex wanted to look into the future.

He wanted to see what the catastrophe was, and better prepare himself and the others to confront it.

Regardless, he'll do that once he marries Princess Davina.

"I'm curious, what's the strict criteria needed to be met to be an Omenmonger Werewolf?" Rex asked.

It was weird that a Werewolf could even mutate into something that possessed a power like this.

Although he has heard that the moon hides secrets of the future, this was still a bizarre mutation.

<In order to trigger the mutation to become an Omenmonger Werewolf, the supposed Werewolf must fulfil four criteria. One, he/she must slay their own Luna voluntarily or involuntarily. Two, he/she must witness—and do nothing to stop the death of someone beloved. Three, unanswered by the moon. Four, live in solitude for a prolonged amount of time.>

<Meeting these four criteria will give a Werewolf the chance to mutate their bloodline.>

Upon reading the criteria, Rex frowned.

So, you meant to tell me, Mira fulfilled all of the criteria?

<Yes, or else she will not transform into an Omenmonger Werewolf.>

"Huh…" Rex exhaled in doubt.

If translated to her situation, then Mira must've killed her mother voluntarily or involuntarily, witnessed someone beloved die and do nothing to stop it, unanswered by her God or a higher power, and also live in solitude.

Knowing that she is a noblewoman, Rex believed that there's a chance she had done the first three.

But to live in solitude? It couldn't be.

Mira came from a respectable house—there's no way she would live in solitude.

Unless she has been exiled for a time period, but that's unlikely.

Just as he thought of that, a black substance seeped out of his body and dropped to the ground.

It formed into a figure, Kraken, who was now rolling on the ground, seemingly in pain.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Rex asked, kneeling to check on him.

Upon hearing this, Kraken pointed at his mouth, specifically his tongue.

Rex frowned for a second in confusion, but then he realized what was happening.

"Ah… I'm sorry. I had to do that to transform her. I can't let that chance slip from my grasp," Rex said, apologizing for biting his own tongue earlier. Since Kraken was one with him in that moment, he also felt the pain. "It wasn't my plan initially. You have my other self to blame."

Frankly, this was also his first time biting his tongue off like that.

He did it in the heat of the moment, recalling the plan the Invincible Apparition told him.

Since his adrenaline was high then, the pain was manageable, and it also regenerated soon after, so he wasn't that bothered by the pain now. However, that was completely different for Kraken, who was in extreme pain even now.

Having no other choice, Rex carried Kraken and patted him on his back, consoling him.

Above all, Kraken was still a baby, so Rex felt bad for forgetting about him.

Once Kraken calmed down a bit, Rex went over to the knights' corpses—and stored them all before he turned around, facing the place where the Crypt of the Sea was located. He came here for the crypt, not for Mira.

Rex scanned the ground with his eyes and found no hole anywhere.

He remembered opening the crack on the ground to access the crypt, so there should be a hole.

But there wasn't.

Regardless, the crypt should be somewhere around here.

Changing tactics, he scanned the ground with the System and finally found the entrance.

Upon punching through a hole and dropping down again, Rex was faced with a similar darkness that his eyes, even with all their enhancements, couldn't peer through. Just like back then, blue torches on the walls began to light up around the spacious crypt.

<Notice: the user has entered the Crypt of the Sea!>

Like back then, Rex stepped onto the altar and gazed ahead.

He observed the sleeping dragon, Arcalenta.

Even though this was his first time seeing the dragon, it didn't fail to take his breath away.

Rex found that the dragon was bigger than he remembered—its massive, scaled body was curled into a perfect ball—and its massive, glowing wings covered its entire body like a blanket. He reached out his hand, hoping that the barrier was no more, but he was soon disappointed.

Once his hand was near enough, the barrier blocked it.

Until he assembled all three types of the Nine-kindred Echo, the barrier would remain.

"I'm going to come back for you someday," Rex mumbled whisperingly.

More than the Echo, he wanted to turn this dragon into a Werewolf, but that'll have to wait.

For now, he's going to find these three Echoes.

Pivoting around, Rex took out the Speck of Arcalenta Fire from his inventory and flicked the switch.

Once again, a shimmering blue fire appeared, and this time, it slowly detached from the body, hovering like a ghost to the side. Rex's eyes followed this blue fire as it slowly flew to the side, to another side of the wall.

It was only now do Rex realized this side of the wall was still dark, despite the torches around.

Rex went over to that side of the wall.

And as the blue fire neared it, the darkness began to seep away, revealing the wall with an array on it.

A triangle-shaped array that, from the System's scan, was revealed to be the array that encompassed the entire crypt, starting from the barrier—the thick darkness, and also the self-repairing ability of the crypt. Rex studied the array and realized what it was.

"It's for the three Echoes that would awaken the dragon," He muttered to himself.

Clearly, this entire crypt was a special place.

Fortunately for Rex, two points of the triangle formation were filled.

It was the point for the Flame-type and Sea-type Nine-kindred Echo.

Just as Rex expected, the Arcalen House has been gathering these Nine-kindred Echoes secretly, hoping that with the dragon under their command—they could become stronger again. There must be a reason why Princess Davina took the massacre of the house seriously, other than the casualties.

And from the looks of it, the Arcalen House was once strong.

Now, it was reduced to a third-rate house.

But even then, their history demands respect, and that shows.

System, can I extract them?

<Scanning…>

<Yes, the Flame-type and Sea-type Nine-kindred Echo could be extracted without repercussion that the user would experience instantly.>

Upon reading this, Rex nodded his head.

He approached the wall, hesitating for a moment, and then fixed his decision.

Since only he knew about this place, and there's also no repercussion from taking out the Echoes, Rex decided to only take the Sea-type. He'd give the Sea-type to the brat who was Rosa's daughter, and kept the other one for future use.

Pluck!

Rex took out the Sea-type with one swift motion and paused for a second.

He darted his eyes left and right, checking if it's really fine taking out the Echo like this.

Having to experience a similar place to this, the Carabidis Temple, which was filled with traps, it was natural for him to be wary. Fortunately, the System didn't lie—nothing happened. The crypt didn't have any defensive mechanism, and that's good for Rex.

Sighing in relief, Rex placed the Echo in his inventory.

Extracting the Echo surprisingly took a huge chunk of his life energy.

He felt completely drained from taking out one Echo—and he probably didn't have enough life energy to take the other Echo even if he wanted to, without regressing in rank. Regardless, he got what he came here for.

But as he was about to turn to leave, he saw something on the corner.

It's a table crammed to the corner with an open map on it.

Approaching the table, Rex scanned the map and saw multiple marked spots on it.

Some of them were already crossed, while a handful of them weren't.

"Hmm, I'm in luck," Rex muttered with a smirk. "One of these marked locations must possess the last Nine-kindred Echo, the gravity-type."

Not even hesitating, Rex rolled the map and also placed it in his inventory.

Once he was done, he went to the center, cast one last look at the dragon, and leaped out of the crypt.

As soon as his presence left the crypt, once again, the hole in the ceiling was closed on its own.

But amidst the darkness, there was a pair of slitted eyes opening slowly.

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Meanwhile, inside this realm of absolute madness, there was only an endless churn of purple void.

It shifted and rolled like a storm that had forgotten what peace looked like.

Direction held no meaning here, up bled into down, and the ground, if it could even be called that, was nothing but shattered fragments of existence colliding in slow, senseless spirals. In the distant—or even near—explosions bloomed like grotesque flowers.

Flashes of red and black as monsters, abominations in flesh, tore into one another.

Not for survival, but for pleasure.

Chaos Spawns.

Regularly and constantly, thunderstorms blinked in and out of reality, crackling where they pleased.

Each birthed lightning from no clouds at all.

It was a place with only one law.

The strong is the absolute law, and the weak would be tortured without mercy.

A realm sculpted by madness and appetite.

And yet, even in this realm of madness, there was something else that survived at its heart.

A shape. A figure. Human in form, but as monstrous as the Chaos Spawns.

He seemed out of place and at home at once.

Despite having no place to stand on, the figure could move like a phantom amid the tide of monsters, cutting down one after the other as if this senseless war belonged to him. It was bloody and chaotic, but the figure paid no attention—his mind was only filled with the words 'survive' or 'kill'.

Either one was the same.

After an unknown amount of time, the monsters around him were all dead, but slowly regenerating.

He, the figure, was the only one left, panting hard through his nose.

Then, out of nowhere, a powerful, humanoid monster appeared above him.

Another enemy.

Reacting upon instinct, the figure roared again, charging straight into another battle.