The Invincible Full-Moon System
Chapter 1058 Dangerous Aspect of War

Chapter 1058  Dangerous Aspect of War

In this world, only the strongest are allowed to live.

Every single day was a battle for survival between these two factions—the Humans and the Supernaturals—burgeoning with hatred from the ancient past. A hatred that lingers for even thousands of years.

Nothing could stop this cycle of hatred, resulting in an unending war and brutal bloodbath.

Countless lives were rendered dead with each passing day.

Both factions suffered at the grasp of war, too blinded to realize their own state of being.

Anyone who tries to make a change will get swallowed.

Moreover, those who are trying to hide would be dragged into the spotlight.

Nobody is an exception from this.

It's either participate in the game of war or be forever trampled underneath someone's feet.

Rex knows the game extremely well, and there's no stopping it.

Living a brutal and bloody regime ever since he was crawling in the path of adolescence, the game of war has always been walking by his side. Death was supposed to be a beautiful and sacred ritual, in which mortals pass away from the world.

However, that sacrality slowly dwindled as death became a regular thing in Rex's eyes.

Any innocence he has was cleansed by the furnace of war.

"Many lives would be lost, destruction will spread, and war will be fueled to the fullest again"

Standing upright, her gaze fixed forward, Mavenna sighed and shifted her attention to Rex who was seated cross-legged beside her. Having finished his affairs, he slowly opened his eyes and also looked at his front.

"Are you sure that this is the right thing to do?" She asked softly.

Rex nodded his head, his will unwavering, "I have no other choice, war is the only way"

Nothing can be done, the Executor's death is a must.

He represents the ancient hatred, the symbol of hatred for the Supernaturals.

Just his presence alone could move the entire Supernatural race into madness, and it won't take long before that hatred spreads to the Supernaturals of the new era, and even humans, rendering any possibility of peace nonexistent.

Additionally, the Executor's mindset is a dangerous one.

Viewing himself as essentially a God in the mortal realm, treating nobody as equals, and also believing that inherent power is everything—his presence will be destructive to the structure of the world, and I can't let him break this broken world further.

Rising to his feet, Rex clenched his fist and trail his gaze forward, into the light.

"Do you know what is the most dangerous aspect of war, Mavenna?" Rex suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, Mavenna remained silent and contemplated.

If Rex asks this to any other people, the most dangerous aspect of war would most likely be the countless deaths, the aftermath of the war, or even the destruction caused to nature, all are generic answers.

But Mavenna was not going to answer with that.

Like Rex, she also lived her life with war and death trailing beside her.

Having lived through the ancient era for thousands of years, she had seen her fair share of war, beyond normal comprehension. She has a deeper understanding of war, her past made it clear to her about the danger of war.

"Yes..." She muttered silently. "It's the victim of war, that's the most dangerous aspect"

Just as he had expected, Mavenna understands.

"Countless deaths are not a problem since the dead can't do anything, the aftermath of the war—no matter how severe can always be fixed, and the destruction, nature will always be able to recover. Everything will recover, but the victims, the war will always live in them"

Mavenna employs her explanation with profound insight.

Nothing about what she said could be rebutted, it was all true to the core.

Regardless of what war brings, the most dangerous aspect will always be the victims, who would act as a conduit for war to reincarnate over, and over again. The victims are the fuel that keeps the war going endlessly.

All of the victims are dangerous because they were the only ones that remember.

Every single horrifying thing done in the war, they remember.

It lived inside of them until the end of time.

Rex smiled as her answer was correct, he knew that Mavenna would understand.

Having to live in a similar fashion throughout their lives, it was natural for them to reach a point of similar understanding. "Yes, victims of war. I'm an extreme example of what one victim of war could achieve. That's why I need to do this, not only for myself but for the whole world, and a better future"

Upon hearing this, Mavenna cast a glance towards him.

'I'm slowly beginning to understand why she's crazy about him' She pondered, looking at Rex who despite his younger age, was able to reach a high level of wisdom. 'He's different, it may really be possible that he could traverse the cruelty of this world and make a change without being swallowed'

From her eyes, Rex's silhouette, etched against the emerald backdrop, emits determination.

Eyes, weathered severely from the pain he suffered in his life yet resilient, fixed forward. He reaches out his hand to take a black-hound katana, the Amuerus Katana, and stares at the diffused glow of light at the end of the forest, beckoning a distant promise.

Beyond the light, a symbol of unwavering hope—laid the start of the biggest battle.

A war, bigger than anything the new era has ever witnessed.

In that fleeting moment, the light painted Rex's figure in a soft radiance and blended his form together with brilliance. "Let's go, the war is waiting for me. May infernal flame persist on the other side, Mavenna"

Listening to this, Mavenna's eyes widened, seemingly surprised.

She never expected Rex to know the saying of good luck, exclusive to the Demon race.

"Yes, I'm sure you can preserve that flame" Mavenna nodded and smiled.

Putting on a serious look, both of them walked into the light.

...

Not too long ago, Rex was desperately trying to achieve the ninth epiphany with help from Mavenna. Of course, Calidora was also present, but she stayed in the shadows. She only watched from the sidelines.

Mainly, she was monitoring Rex's cursed source, and see if it cracked more than before.

But thankfully, no obstacles happened.

Like a maniac, Rex and Mavenna tirelessly extract Life Essences from anything they see.

Be it mutated animals, or even mutated plants.

All of them were sucked dry, leaving a couple of drained wastelands behind them.

Rex was breaking through like a lunatic, especially after the visit from the Witch, reminding him of the consequences if he didn't reach his goals. Failure would cost him a price that he couldn't possibly pay.

If he failed here, then his nightmare would come true.

On top of that, if he failed here, then he would also fail the others and break his promise.

His promise of keeping them safe and giving them a home.

No bottlenecks came his way, all due to the very high compatibility with the Eternal Curse.

Despite the level of difficulty, Gistella executed every task flawlessly. She met every one of my requests. Clenching his jaw tightly, Rex looked ahead. From this point on, if we lose this war, then it will be all my fault.

Nervousness was boiling inside of him as a bronze energy swirl on his hand.

He failed to reach the ninth epiphany.

Even though he had tried his very best, devouring everything he rested his eyes on, he only managed to reach the eighth epiphany, one realm away from his goal. But even then, there was still hope of breaking through in the war.

I can still extract life forces from my enemies, but,

At the thought of that, Rex's expression grimaced, as he stood at a dilemma once again.

Is it the right path to extract their life forces, knowing that they were only lost humans?

From the report he gained, he also got the information about the army.

Most of them, as expected, hail from the military—regular humans who were only following orders, orders from the higher-ups. Rex had been in their position, and a fight could not be avoided between them.

He was conflicted since he knew extracting life force was a very painful process.

On one side, Rex doesn't want to give them that fate.

But if he doesn't do this, then he will be fighting a losing war, and everything will turn worse.

I had no choice.

Moreover, preparation-wise, he was completely ready for this war.

About a day ago, he send Mavenna to check on the Dwarven Kingdom, and see whether the Amuerus Katana has been repaired. He hadn't given them the resources to repair it, so Rex was not expecting much from this.

However, to his surprise, the Amuerus Katana was fixed to the best of the Dwarves' abilities.

It was incomplete based on King Huvuki, nevertheless, it was repaired.

Rex doesn't know what he meant by incomplete, but through a brief test, it was already good enough as it still retains its engraved runes and effects. One downside lies in its durability, it was natural for the durability to drop since the materials used to repair it were different.

Due to that, he wasn't complaining at all.

Furthermore, he found that the Amuerus Katana had an additional enhancement.

A radiant blue gem engraved on its handle—it was called the Frostheart Gem.

King Huvuki explains that since the durability was decreased, he came to a decision to add this gem. On top of the original effect, the gem made the katana instill a freezing effect on the opponents.

If Rex kills anyone, the gem will also instill the essence of frost into the blade.

With each kill, the blade will become sturdier.

To make up for the decreased durability, King Huvuki equipped this gem.

Due to that, he advised Rex to kill as much as possible before confronting the Executor.

A preventive enhancement so that the katana wouldn't break easily.

For his battle armor, the Dwarves also prepared something for him—a set of armor enhanced by another artifact inside the Dwarven Kingdom's exchequer. Rex wasn't planning on wearing any armor, knowing that it would be futile against the Executor.

Since he controls the chaos element, anything other than the true element is useless.

Rex's black lightning element and cursed energy are the only things he had for defense.

But the set of armor given by the Dwarves, a sleeveless black breastplate, vambraces, and leg armor with icy accents— was empowered by an artifact containing true ice, reinforcing Rex with another layer of protection.

King Huvuki made it himself, so the set of armor is equivalent to eighth-rank equipment.

Overall, he was equipped for the highest degree of combat.

In addition, dissatisfied with the level of preparation, Rex insisted on including Mavenna in his team after a brief but persuasive argument. Rex managed to coax her into helping—and he did this because of the fact that she was a Rosadonna Succubus.

Amongst her spells, she was adept in supporting spells.

He really needs someone like her since he doesn't have the System at his disposal for now.

It was better for him to play it safe than sorry.

Based on his intuition alone, he could feel that this battle would be long and test his limits.

...

Soon enough, Rex and Mavenna emerged from the mouth of the forest.

Reaching a cliff that has a high viewpoint, the two were blinded by the scorching sun.

Slowly, their eyes were adjusted to the light and showed them the scenery before them—a scenery that made Mavenna sucked in a cold breath, and Rex's eyebrows dipped, knowing that this will be the start of the fight.

"I can't believe it. How did you convince them to help you...?" Mavenna muttered.

Upon hearing this, Rex smirked.

Everyone would've also asked the same question if they were shown the same scenery as the one in front of them right now, "How, you say? Of course, I proved myself worthy to be trusted in winning this battle"

As he said this, Rex crossed his arms, the battle was already right in front of his eyes.

"I know that, but how...? I can't believe that these people were willingly following you, even though you are a human in a Werewolf's body" Mavenna replied, still caught in disbelief as her eyes remained marveling at the sight.

Despite the obstacles along the way, at the very least, the battle starts with a good thing.