As Alden's body vanished from the cold and dark chamber.
His mother remained still.
Her chest felt like it was being torn apart from the inside.
Not just from power loss—but from the mory of her son's first breath, his first smile, and the pain she couldn't protect him from all these years.
This was all she could do now. One final gift.
Despite all the pain, a smile was present on her face. As if the pain was worth it if it could save her son.
"You are ant to be sothing much more than an extra, Alden." She muttered weakly.
"Beco what I never could. My son… beco free."
Her eyes are heavy. She had used too much of her power. She couldn't stay awake any longer.
The cold chains tightened even more around her body as her eyes finally closed, entering a deep slumber.
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Few minutes ago back in the City of Lustra.
Gravius looked at the boy. Even when his whole strength was exhausted, his red eyes burnt with courage.
Pointless.
He thought in his mind. He had seen the world.
Courage is useless if you don't have strength.
If you want to bla soone, bla yourself for being weak.
Bla this world for being cruel.
He lifted the boy in the air, holding his neck.
The boy had resisted far beyond what soone of his rank could do.
But that's all.
In the end, he was also soone who didn't have the strength to survive in this cruel world.
Death was a rcy for him.
"Was this what you planned, hero?" he whispered. "To gamble on luck, skill, and sentint?"
He wanted to see the despair on the boy's face.
But even when his life was on the line, not a single sign of it was present on his face.
Why don't you give up?
He felt anger. And pity. Two useless emotions he'd tried to kill long ago. But sohow… this boy made them crawl back.
"You are not so protagonist, boy. No one is."
Gravius' eyes softened slightly.
"We're just so miscast extras playing in the wrong story."
A lancholic expression appeared on his face as he said those words.
Yes, we are just extras… pawns ant to be tossed aside.
The boy's eyes were completely rolled backward, but he still showed no change in expressions.
Again Gravius felt pity for the boy.
This is the best thing I can do.
Death is rcy for you…
Gravius smirked. A smirk hiding many thoughts. "Goodbye."
With those words, his fingers closed into a spearpoint.
He drove it forward—
SHNK.
The blow struck true.
It pierced through the boy's heart.
Gravius felt the warm blood staining his white gloves as he released his hold over the boy.
The boy's body touched the ground with a dull thud.
Gravius felt life sipping out of a boy like a flickering candle within a storm.
He turned.
There was still one last interruption to erase.
Just then—
Sothing shifted.
The mana in the air started trembling.
Sothing ancient…sothing dangerous was waking up.
Gravius's body started shuddering unconsciously.
What is it?
Am I feeling fear?
It felt instinctual. Like a predator.
The mana trembling stopped mid-air as an unbelievable amount of aura started to radiate.
Its source? Behind Gravius.
He turned slowly.
Impossible
Gravius's eyes widened.
Sothing impossible was happening.
The boy's body… broken body was healing.
His blood spilt onto the ground and flowed back into his body. Within seconds, his whole body was healed.
The previous pitch-black hair started changing colours… They turned white with golden edges.
His already pale skin turned even more pale.
But most distinctive were his eyes... the crimson eyes... the ones which burnt with desperation were no more. They had turned golden.
The boy didn't look like a human anymore; he looked like a deity descended to judge mortals.
The air no longer felt like air—it felt like pressure. Like being trapped in a collapsing star.
Gravius felt his knees tremble—not from fear, but from sothing worse.
Submission.
He was too stunned for a mont.
Soon he snapped out of his daze.
"What...?" His body was frozen. "How did you survive?"
"No… this is a trick," Gravius muttered, more to himself than anyone. But even he could hear the tremble in his voice.
The tremor in the mana wasn't fading—it was building.
A primal ran ran down his spine.
The boy didn't say anything.
His gaze is void of any emotions. No rage. No brief. Just complete emptiness.
Gravius blinked.
The boy hadn't moved.
Yet Gravius was no longer standing.
A breath later, his body collided with the far wall, stone shattering on impact.
Then ca the pain—like an avalanche slamming through bone.
I was...punched?
How?
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Alden stood at the centre of a broken city.
He could hear the wind through the shattered building around him, but it felt distant.
Like echoes through glass. Ti slowed.
Everything was quiet.
His heart wasn't just beating. Or maybe it was—just differently now.
It was thumping like drums.
No pain. No fear. No rage.
His thoughts were still. Not numb—but pure.
The world had always been loud.
Screams, decisions, emotions, doubt—always too much.
But now?
Now it was silent.
His gaze dropped to his hands—no, not his hands.
They looked like carved porcelain wrapped in gold.
The veins glowed dimly beneath the surface.
He blinked.
He rembered the pain. The chain. The death.
He had died.
And now, sothing deeper had awakened.
What is it?
His body felt lighter than a feather.
A rumble in the distance. Movent.
He turned slowly, without thought, as if his body anticipated before his mind did.
Gravius was staggering back to his feet.
His armour was cracked where the punch had landed.
His face—half-covered with blood and disbelief.
"You… what are you?" Gravius spat, voice hoarse.
Alden tilted his head slightly. "I am just an extra."
The words ca from his mouth, but even he didn't recognise his own voice. It sounded empty. No edge. No emotion.
He didn't know himself what he was anymore.
Was he Damien?
Was he Alden?
Was he just an extra?
Or was he sothing else entirely?
Nothing mattered anymore.
Gravius roared—more out of frustration than strategy—and charged.
Alden didn't move.
Ti slowed again.
He watched the disciple's fist coming toward his jaw.
He watched, not to dodge—but to study.
In the span of a second, Alden saw it all.
The power loaded into Gravius's core.
The shifting tension in his shoulders.
The trajectory.
The weak points.
There.
Alden lifted a single finger.
The mont the punch was about to land, he tapped Gravius's wrist.
Just once.
Like a feather brushing a tree.
The montum collapsed.
Gravius's body over-rotated, stumbling past Alden—and before he could regain his balance—
CRACK.
Alden's elbow drove into Gravius's ribs.
Sothing shattered.
The air was ripped apart by the sheer force of contact.
Gravius gasped and was sent flying again—this ti into the far pillar.
Stone erupted.
Before the dust could even form, Alden was already in front of him.
He moved without motion.
Shadow Steps didn't activate—this wasn't magic. It was sothing else.
Instinct? No. Instincts were reactive. This was predictive.
He grabbed Gravius's arm, twisted—
And bent it the wrong way.
"GAAAAH—!"
Gravius's scream echoed.
The once-indomitable disciple now thrashed like a wounded beast.
Alden himself was surprised. He was toying with a disciple who had been thrashing him till so monts ago.
Soone two major levels higher than him was helpless in front of him.
But Alden understood himself. It wouldn't last long.
The power-up was only temporary. He didn't know what his mother did.
But sohow so sealed bloodline had awakened, unlocking sothing called transcendent.
He didn't understand a single thing except one–he had to end it as soon as possible.
Alden threw Gravius into the sky.
Gravius went up—up—and Alden followed.
No wings. No levitation.
Just montum.
They t in the air.
Sword of Chaos ford in Alden's hand once more, but it didn't look the sa.
It was longer and sharper, wrapped in golden chains of mana, crackling silently.
Gravius summoned a barrier, voice cracking as he roared—
"VITRA'S SHIELD!"
A high-level technique.
A sacred defence passed down only to the most trusted of disciples.
It shattered before the blade even made contact.
Alden cleaved downward.
The skies split.
Gravius hit the ground like a teor.
A crater ford—
The earth itself opened from the force.
Dust. Silence. Trembling mana.
Alden landed softly at the edge.
Gravius lay broken.
Both arms mangled. Ribs crushed. Blood pooling beneath him.
And still—he looked up.
"What are you?" he rasped again.
Alden crouched beside him.
For a second, sothing flickered in his eyes.
Not pity.
Not rcy.
Recognition.
"You were right," Alden whispered. "We're not protagonists. Not heroes. We were just extras."
He stared at his hands again.
"But that doesn't an we have to be like that all our lives."
Gravius coughed blood, laughing weakly. "Kill . End it."
Alden didn't answer.
Instead, he raised his sword.
As he looked at the man – the disciple – he saw things not visible to the bare eyes.
Alden looked at him—not as a monster.
But with pity.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
But Gravius didn't respond. He closed his eyes as a small smile appeared on his face.
Alden's sword rcilessly passed through his neck effortlessly.
A crimson arc erupted, but not a single droplet fell on Alden's body.
The crater remained.
The wind howled again.
And Alden—white-haired, gold-eyed, bathed in ethereal light—stood at the centre of it all.
Unmoving.
Unbreathing.
Unchanged…
Yet no longer the sa.
His power started fading rapidly.
Just then a notification window appeared in front of him.
[TRANSCENDENT IS BEING DEACTIVATED]
[BLOODLINE IS BEING SEALED AGAIN]
His body started breaking. His bones are crushing. Blood started dripping out of every pore in his body.
His hair turned black again and his eyes crimson.
His body was heavily exhausted.
His vision started darkening. His body collapsed onto the ground.
Before his vision turned completely dark. Another set of notifications appeared in front of him.
[SUPRE ABILITY: LIMITLESS ASCENSION IS REACTING STRONGLY]
[SUPRE ABILITY: LIMITLESS ASCENSION IS ACTIVATED]
[INHERITING A RANDOM STAT, SKILL, MASTERY OR A TECHNIQUE FROM HUMAN: GRAVIUS]
[SHOWING YOU THE MOST INTENSE MORY OF HUMAN: GRAVIUS]
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