Primordial Awakening: They Targeted My Daughter, I Became The Butcher! Chapter 49: Supreme Divine!

The command had barely left his lips when the familiar chanical voice echoed inside his mind.

[Ding!]

[Daily Sign-In Successful.]

[Ding! Congratulations! You have obtained: Bloodline Tracing Compass (A-Rank)]

A silver compass materialized in his hand.

Its surface was engraved with countless ancient runes.

At its center rested a drop of crimson liquid sealed beneath crystal.

Amon examined it carefully.

A mont later, the description appeared.

[Bloodline Tracing Compass (A-Rank)]

[Allows the user to locate individuals connected by blood to a selected target.]

[Range scales with user’s level.]

[Cooldown: 24 hours.]

Amon’s gaze lingered on the item.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

This wasn’t a combat item.

But in certain situations, it was far more valuable than one.

His fingers lightly brushed the compass.

Imdiately, a particular face surfaced in his mind.

Kayla.

The mysterious bloodline hidden within her.

Amon had never forgotten it.

He simply hadn’t possessed enough strength to investigate.

Now things were different.

A glimr appeared in his eyes.

Very different.

Just as he was considering activating the item, another notification suddenly appeared.

[Ding!]

[Accumulated Fate Points have reached upgrade requirents.]

[Would you like to upgrade Elegant Netherblade Sword Technique?]

Amon paused, his attention instantly shifting.

That was far more important.

The compass could wait.

The sword technique could not.

Without hesitation, he selected yes ntally.

Of the twenty-two Fate Points he had accumulated, five vanished instantly.

For a brief mont, nothing happened.

Then reality trembled.

The clouds above Cold Moon District suddenly froze.

The wind ceased.

The world beca silent.

Amon’s pupils contracted.

An indescribable sensation exploded inside his mind.

Countless sword forms appeared before him.

Millions.

Billions.

Infinite blades.

Infinite possibilities.

Sword intent flooded every corner of his consciousness.

The Elegant Netherblade Sword Technique began evolving.

Its previous forms shattered apart.

Not destroyed.

Refined.

Perfected.

Elevated.

The sensation lasted only a second.

Yet it felt like thousands of years.

When everything finally settled, a new notification appeared.

[Ding!]

[Elegant Netherblade Sword Technique has evolved.]

[Current Rank: Supre Divine]

[New Forms Unlocked.]

[Fifth Form upgraded.]

[Sixth Form upgraded.]

[Seventh Form upgraded.]

[Eighth Form upgraded.]

[Ninth Form upgraded.]

[Tenth Form unlocked.]

[Eleventh Form unlocked.]

Amon remained silent.

The amount of information pouring into his mind was staggering.

Even with his current ntal strength, fully digesting it would require ti.

But one thing beca imdiately clear.

The technique had beco absurd.

The difference between Divine and Supre Divine was far greater than he had expected.

Far greater.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

Another prompt appeared before his eyes.

[Do you wish to upgrade Danger Sense to SSS-Rank?]

Danger Sense was only A-Rank.

Upgrading it all the way to SSS-Rank would consu a considerable amount of Fate Points.

Still, Amon didn’t hesitate in the slightest.

He gave the order ntally.

From the remaining seventeen Fate Points, three vanished silently.

Danger Sense imdiately began its evolution, leaving him with fourteen Fate Points.

Amon grimaced slightly.

A strange sensation spread throughout his body as the ability evolved three tis in succession.

Then his expression suddenly froze.

Danger Sense.

The newly upgraded ability activated on its own.

A strange sensation spread through his body.

Soone was watching him.

No.

Not watching.

Searching.

Amon slowly lifted his head.

His gaze pierced through the clouds.

Far beyond Cold Moon District.

Far beyond anything visible.

For the first ti in a long while, Danger Sense delivered a warning powerful enough to make his blood stir.

Soone had noticed him.

Not Amon Moonstone.

The Butcher.

The smile disappeared from his face.

His eyes gradually turned cold.

At the sa mont, sowhere beyond the borders of the nation.

Inside an ancient underground chamber.

An old man abruptly opened his eyes.

Blood leaked from the corners of his mouth.

The crystal sphere before him shattered into thousands of fragnts.

The surrounding figures imdiately rose to their feet.

"Elder!"

"What happened?"

The old man’s breathing had beco uneven.

Fear filled his aged eyes.

Pure fear.

"I found him."

Silence filled the chamber.

Every figure present stood frozen.

Found him?

The Butcher?

One of the cloaked figures stepped forward.

"Where is he?"

Over the past week, nurous organizations had secretly gathered, searching for the whereabouts of the Butcher.

They wanted revenge for the Mythical-Rank technique they had lost.

More importantly, they feared allowing him more ti to grow stronger.

The old man slowly raised a trembling hand.

His lips moved.

"The problem isn’t where he is."

Everyone frowned.

Then the old man’s next words caused the temperature in the chamber to plumt.

"The mont I found him..."

His voice trembled.

"He found ."

Silence descended.

Absolute silence.

Far away.

Standing atop the skyscraper.

Amon slowly lowered his gaze.

His eyes focused on a distant direction.

Toward a location thousands of kiloters away.

A place he had never seen before.

Yet sohow...

The upgraded Danger Sense had left a mark.

A connection.

A trail.

Amon smiled.

It wasn’t a warm smile.

Nor a cruel one.

It was simply the smile of a hunter discovering prey.

"Interesting."

The wind resud.

The clouds began moving once more.

And sowhere far away, an ancient organization unknowingly stepped onto the path toward extinction.

After the evolution was complete, Amon carefully examined Danger Sense.

The results exceeded his expectations.

His perception could now spread throughout the entirety of Cold Moon District and even extend into its outskirts.

More importantly, it continuously analyzed everything occurring within that range.

Amon imdiately fell in love with the upgraded ability.

It also made him curious.

If SSS-Rank was this powerful...

What lay beyond it?

There was only one way to find out.

Close Yet So Far.

Previously, Amon had spent two Fate Points to upgrade the ability from S-Rank to SSS-Rank.

Now he intended to push it even further.

"System, upgrade the ability."

The command echoed inside his mind.

Imdiately, he felt a miraculous change begin within his body.

Yet before the transformation could fully take shape, a new notification appeared.

[Ding! Upgrade failed. Your physique is currently too weak to wield a grade higher than SSS-Rank.]

Amon’s eyes flashed with surprise.

This was the first ti the system had outright rejected an upgrade.

For a mont, disappointnt surfaced within him.

Then another prompt appeared.

[Ding!]

[Do you wish to spend 5 Fate Points to upgrade Divine Physique?]

Amon blinked.

Only now did he realize that the Divine Physique he had received from his very first sign-in could also be upgraded.

A grin imdiately ford at the corner of his lips.

That changed everything.

"Alright."

"Upgrade it."