[ SYSTEM ALERT ]
[ ONE ASCENSION SYSTEM ABILITY HAS GONE MISSING ]
[ CAUSE: EXTERNAL OVERRIDE ]
"...Stolen?" Lucas whispered.
His fingers trembled.
"Which ability...?"
His breath hitched.
He could not believe what had just happened.
Another player had attacked him.
He jumped out of bed and scanned the room, eyes wild. He yanked the curtains aside, checked behind furniture, even ripped open a few drawers.
Nothing.
No presence.
No intruder.
He rushed into the hallway, aura flaring.
Empty.
Guards at the far end flinched under the pressure, but no one suspicious was in sight.
Lucas gritted his teeth, his face turning red with anger as he stormed back into his room.
He checked againβevery corner, every shelf, every artifact placement.
Nothing had changed.
"Status," he snarled.
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[ STATUS ]
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Name : Lucas Evan Imperius
Race : Human
Class : Paragon of Ascension
Rank : S-Ranker
Potential : SS
[ System Bond : Ascension System ]
Talent : Origin Flux (S)
(Innate dominion over all forms of energyβto absorb, refine, convert, or nullify energy within limits.)
Level : 1002
EXP : 6,430,118 / 10,000,000
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[ ATTRIBUTES ]
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Strength : 1,240
Agility : 1,910
Durability : 1,600
Intelligence : 1,450
Will : 1,100
Charm : 99 (Cannot exceed mortal limit)
Luck : 65 (Unchangeable)
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Attribute Points : 320
Ascension Points : 8,470
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[ INNATE ABILITIES ]
β’ Advanced Combat Sense
β’ High-Speed Analysis
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[ BLOODLINE ]
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β¦ Name : Imperius Starblood Lineage
β¦ Nature : Ever-Mutating
Description :
A living bloodline that evolves with every generation.
Each child awakens a different mutation, creating a unique power never seen before.
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[ CURRENT MUTATION ]
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β¦ Ability : β¨Resonance Emperorβ©
Authority over vibration and frequency.
Shatter mountains with a whisper.
Silence spells by breaking their harmony.
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[ Skills ]
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β’ Reinforced Body (C)
β’ Cleaving Strike (B)
β’ Killing Intent (A)
β’ Phantom Step (A)
β’ Mana Circulation (A)
β’ Aura Coating (A)
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[ ASCENSION SYSTEM FUNCTIONS ]
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β’ System Shop
- Consumables
- Skill Scrolls
- Buff Modules
- Weapon Blueprints
- Training Simulations
β’ Ascension Trials
- Low-rank missions (Completed: 129 / ?)
- Mid-rank missions (Completed: 50 / ?)
- High-rank missions (Completed: 4 / ?)
Failure will have permanent penalties.
Rewards: Skill Rank-Up Rights, Bloodline Reinforcement, Rare Titles.
β’ Evolution Slots (2/3 Unlocked)
Forces skills beyond natural limits.
β’ Emergency Recovery (Locked β 1 Use)
Consumes 20,000 AP.
~Unlock condition: Complete the 5th High-Rank Mission.
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[ KILL RECORD ]
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Anomalies (Players) : 2
A-Rank Monsters Slain : 248
S-Rank Monsters Slain : 2
Gate Bosses Defeated : 211
Rogue Awakeners Killed : 39
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Titles:
β’ The Imperius Heir
β’ The Man Who Conquered the Death Valley
β’ Merciless Executioner
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Lucas scrolled.
He checked everything once.
Twice.
Three times.
The functions were intact.
The bloodline was intact.
The skills list seemed unchanged.
He let out a shaky breath.
"Looks like this system has gone insane..." he muttered. "Thereβs nothing missing..."
Then a thought hit him like a hammer.
His face drained of color.
"No... no... no... it canβt be that, right...?"
His body began to shake.
"It canβt be that..."
He didnβt want to believe it.
But a cold dread gnawed at him.
Mustering his courage, he spoke in a low voice.
"Open the Sacrificial Inventory."
Silence.
No window appeared.
No spatial distortion.
No familiar tear in reality.
Usually, a separate dimensional space openedβhis hidden vault, where he had stored all his true valuables. Artifacts, hidden cards, skills, rewards from the harshest missionsβall locked away there.
That inventory was not normal.
It was one of the most powerful functions of the Ascension System.
Nowβ
Nothing.
"Do it again," he growled. "Open the Sacrificial Inventory!"
Still nothing.
No response.
No sound.
No ripple.
"Damn it... damn it...!"
He slammed his fist into the wall.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the stone.
"All my hard work..."
He punched again.
"All my hard work is gone!"
The door creaked open.
"Young Master Lucas, are youβ"
A maid stepped in.
She never finished the sentence.
Blinded by rage, Lucas didnβt even see who it was.
He whirled and grabbed her by the collar.
His fist crashed into her face.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Blood splattered across the floor.
"It was you, right?!" he snarled. "You were the one who did this! How dare you try to outsmart me!"
He hit her again.
"I am the heir of the Imperius familyβLucas Evan Imperius himself! The one who will come out on top no matter what!"
The maid gurgled weakly, eyes unfocused.
Then, finally, Lucas froze.
His breath came out in harsh pants.
Reality slid back into focus.
He looked down.
The maid was barely conscious, her face a swollen, bloody mess.
"...Shit," he muttered. "I lost control."
He exhaled slowly.
"Good thing I usually suppress my strength."
He reached into his storage ring and pulled out a high-rank healing potion.
Without much care, he uncorked it and poured the shimmering liquid over her.
The wounds closed almost instantly.
Bruises faded.
Bones knit.
Her breathing steadied.
Her eyes fluttered open.
She stared at Lucasβs twisted expression as if she were looking at a monster.
Lucas tossed a bag filled with essence stones toward her.
It landed beside her with a dull thud.
"Donβt utter a single word about what happened here," he said coldly. "Do you hear me?"
The maid nodded repeatedly, eyes wide with terror.
She didnβt even pick up the essence stones.
She scrambled to her feet and bolted from the room, fleeing as if her life depended on it.
Lucas watched her go.
"Fuck," he muttered. "Iβll have to do something about her later."
His phone buzzed.
He glanced at the screen.
His breath hitched.
There were only a handful of people in the world Lucas truly feared.
His father.
Adrian Evan Imperius.
His mother.
Sylvia Evan Imperius.
And his eldest sisterβthe one who had refused the position of heir herself.
Jessica Evan Imperius.
A name the entire world knew.
Lucas gulped hard and picked up the call.
"H-Hello, sis," he said. "How are youβ"
Her voice came through, calm but carrying a razorβs edge.
{ What happened. }
Just hearing that tone made sweat bead on Lucasβs forehead.
"W-Whatever do you mean... I wonder..." he forced a laugh.
{ I will not ask again. What happened, Lucas. }
Each word felt heavier than the last.
Lucas took cold, shallow breaths.
"Believe me, I didnβt do anything," he said quickly. "He made an oath on his own and lost the duel. Now heβs nowhere to be found."
He swallowed.
"Believe me, sis, I didnβt have anything to do with it... he brought all of it on himself."
Silence.
Only his own heartbeat echoed in his ears.
The voice came again, dull and deadly.
{ What did Mother do. }
"She didnβt say anything," Lucas replied immediately. "She didnβt even try to stop him."
Silence again.
Lucasβs heart pounded harder.
His hand shook around the phone.
{ One final question. Where is he. }
Lucas licked his lips.
"No one knows," he said. "He has disappeared."
"Hello? Hello? Believe me, sis, I didnβt do anything, okay? Iβ"
The line went dead.
Lucas slowly lowered the phone.
He stared at his reflection in the dark screen.
"Even with a system..." he muttered. "I am no match for her."
He clenched his jaw.
"Just what kind of monster are you, Jessica...?"
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[ Null Realm ]
A place of eternal darkness.
The Null Realmβthe origin point of the apocalypse and the foreign invasions. A world of shattered skies and endless gray, where mountains floated and reality itself seemed to glitch.
Massive corpses of titans lay scattered across the broken landscape. Some had horns like spires, others wings like shattered continents. Their dead eyes stared eternally at a sky that no longer cared.
A team of Awakeners walked past the enormous bodies, their armor humming with contained power.
"Did Leader really do all this...?" one whispered, voice tinged with awe and fear.
"Youβre acting like youβre seeing it for the first time," another replied, gulping.
The first man sighed.
"I can never get used to this view," he said. "Even if I see it a thousand times."
The others laughed nervously.
They walked deeper.
Among the corpses was one titan that dwarfed all others, its body like a fallen mountain range. Its skull alone could have housed a city.
On top of that corpseβ
Sat a woman.
Jessica Evan Imperius.
She sat casually on the titanβs shoulder, one leg crossed over the other, as if using a godβs corpse as a mere chair. Her long black hair fell down her back like a silk curtain, swaying gently in the strange, windless air. Her eyes were a deep hade of black.
She wore black combat gear with crimson accents, lightly armored, stained here and there with titan blood. A massive greatsword rested lazily beside her, half-buried in the titanβs flesh.
She looked like a war goddess incarnateβbeautiful, lethal, and utterly unbothered by the field of apocalyptic carnage beneath her.
She rose to her feet in one smooth motion.
"Pack everything," she said, her voice steady. "An emergency has come. We are leaving immediately."
The team of Awakeners straightened, their faces hardening.
"As you command," they replied in unison, without hesitation or question.
Because when Jessica Evan Imperius gave an orderβ
The world moved.