Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 337: MASSIVE GAINS

The demon god sat motionless on his obsidian throne, the vast chamber around him shrouded in perpetual twilight.

His gaze remained distant, unfocused, as though peering into realms beyond mortal sight.

The warning lingered in the heavy air like smoke that refused to dissipate.

"I’m aware," the demon god said at last, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the stone beneath him.

"But it is nothing to worry about. Our main focus should remain on her revival."

"Indeed." The guest, the Celestial King, stepped forward, his radiant armor dimmed in this forsaken place, yet still carrying an otherworldly gleam.

His presence felt like sunlight intruding into a crypt.

"About that. I’m here to advise you to be prepared. It’s not going to be an easy battle."

"I am," the demon god replied simply, the words carrying the weight of centuries.

"Good." The Celestial King inclined his head, the gesture both regal and curt. "I decided to deliver that in person. Do not disappoint me when the time comes to count on you."

With those final words hanging between them, he turned and departed.

His footsteps echoed faintly, then faded into silence, leaving the demon god alone once more with his thoughts and the patient darkness.

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Back in the captured hall of the Envy Province, the group gathered in a wide chamber lit by floating orbs of pale green light.

The air still carried the faint, acrid tang of battle, sulfur, scorched stone, and the metallic bite of spilled ichor.

Greg had excused himself earlier, leaving the others to share their spoils in relative quiet.

"So?" Aaron broke the comfortable silence, leaning back against a cracked pillar with a lazy grin.

"Anyone care to share what upgrade they got, or should I be nosy and do it for all of us?"

"I’ll go first," he added quickly, rubbing his palms together in barely contained excitement.

He stepped into the center of the circle. "My talent upgraded from SSS-rank Concept of Observer to Concept of Sight."

Aaron closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them.

A subtle pressure rolled outward, making the air feel heavier, sharper.

His irises had changed, now they shimmered with faint silver rings that pulsed like distant stars, and the pupils seemed to drink in every detail around them.

[CONCEPT OF SIGHT]

[360° VISION]

You are able to see in a complete circle. No blind spots exist; your vision covers every angle simultaneously, granting perfect awareness of your surroundings.

[SYNCED SIGHT]

You can sync your vision with any flying creature of your choosing, not smaller than a fly, not larger than a crow. Through them, you gain an aerial perspective, scouting vast distances with perfect clarity.

[BATTLE VISION]

You read opponents’ movements before they happen, predicting actions from the slightest twitch of muscle or shift in posture. You gain deep strategic insight: strengths, weaknesses, hidden techniques—everything laid bare like an open book.

[ANALYSIS]

You dissect abilities, unravel complex equations, and pierce through every veil of deception. Lies crumble before your gaze. No falsehood can withstand your scrutiny; your analysis transcends ordinary perception.

The group stared, impressed. Aaron blinked slowly, letting the pressure ease.

Kate went next, her voice soft but steady.

She had awakened the Concept of Darkness, much as expected.

It mirrored Greg’s and Rebecca’s in essence, deep, consuming, absolute. She offered only a brief demonstration: shadows curled around her fingers like living silk, then vanished at her will.

No further explanation was needed; the others already understood its terrifying potential.

Chris’s upgrade was quieter. His talent had surged to SSS-rank, teetering on the edge of becoming a true concept but not quite crossing over. Still, the leap was undeniable, and he wore it with a wry smile.

Dual Blade, his talent had evolved into the Concept of Multiplicity.

No longer bound to slow, sequential duplication, he could now multiply his arms at will, blades flashing into existence in a deadly ballet.

The power extended further: he could create full clones of himself.

Each duplicate moved with his intent, fought with his skill.

The cost, however, was steep, mana drained rapidly to sustain the multiplicity, forcing careful management in prolonged fights.

Lilith spoke of her new Concept of Summoning. She could now call forth as many summons as her mana allowed, no longer restricted to one at a time.

Contracts remained limited by her level, but the sheer volume she could unleash shifted the battlefield in an instant.

Her eyes gleamed with quiet satisfaction.

Cain’s voice carried a darker timbre when he described his gain: the Concept of Death. Unlike Greg’s, his was unmistakably necromantic, possessive, eternal.

[DEATH]

[Eternal Graves]

Any being that perishes within your influence joins your domain forever. Corpses and souls can be raised instantly as obedient extensions of your will or stored indefinitely for later use. Death becomes a resource; existence bends to your law.

[Death’s Fury]

Weaponize the fallen under your command. Force their essence into explosive release, each strike rends flesh, shatters armor, and binds the victim’s lingering energy to your arsenal for future devastation.

[Aura of Oblivion]

A perpetual field of decay radiates from you. Enemies caught within it suffer continuous vitality drain. Health ebbs, movement slows, defenses weaken, regeneration falters. The closer they approach, the faster they rot. The aura cannot be evaded and grows stronger with your mastery.

[Death Immunity]

Other death-based powers slide harmlessly off you. Concepts of equal or lesser rank cannot kill, manipulate, or claim your soul. Only your own law holds sway over your mortality.

Annabelle closed the circle. Her Ex-rank talent, Queen of Wealth, had finally ascended to true Concept status. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

[WEALTH]

Gold Generator]

Gold coins manifest passively each day, no effort, no cost. Wealth accrues steadily, relentlessly.

[Priority Right]

Any skill, technique, or ability can be purchased outright. Name your desire; pay the gold price. Nothing is beyond reach if the coin is sufficient.

[Investment]

Grant gold coins to others. Those you invest in return unpredictable boons, bloodlines, talents, skills, rare attributes, all at random, but always potent.

[Spending Buff]

Expend gold to grant yourself temporary enhancements of any kind. The greater the buff, the steeper the cost. Power, speed, regeneration, resistance, name it, and wealth will buy it.

Silence fell as the group absorbed the sheer scope of their collective gains. Awe rippled through the room, eyes wide, breaths held.

Only Will and Chris sat a little apart, shoulders slumped.

They were the only ones without a full concept upgrade.

The others’ teasing had been relentless, and the two endured it with good-natured groans, until their heads ached from laughter and jabs.

"Can I ask a question?" Chris finally raised a hand, voice hoarse from too much ribbing.

Everyone turned, still wiping tears of amusement from their eyes.

"If our gains were this massive," Chris said slowly, "who else wonders what Greg’s will be like?"

The words landed like a stone in still water. Minds drifted, comparisons forming unbidden.

If this was what they had received... then Greg’s harvest must be something else entirely.

Their earlier elation suddenly felt small, almost misplaced, a faint echo compared to whatever abyss of power their leader had claimed in the lord’s chamber.