Re-Awakening Online: Rebirth Of The Strongest Spirit God-Chapter 32 - Thirty-Two: Might of the Dark Blade

Chapter Thirty-Two: Might of the Dark Blade

As Twilight stepped into the dark room, jagged, ancient walls were what greeted him.

The rough stone surface was engraved with cryptic, ancient symbols, their crimson glow casting eerie shadows across the corridor.

His deep gray eyes swept across the relatively small chamber, taking in every minute detail.

The hood of his Night Spirit Robe shrouded over half his face, barely obscuring his sharp gaze.

Then, his expression warped when he noticed that the Sovereign System had translated the inscriptions.

'This... rhis is madness!' Twilight thought, scanning his surroundings in profound disbelief.

All around him, hundreds of ancient words — now deciphered — conveyed fragmented, desperate meanings:

"Freedom! Freedom! Free! Hate! Hate! Hate! Wish! Wish! I wish for your death, Xiao Yuan! I wish for your death, Evil God Cian! I wish for your demise, Eternal!"

These words had likely been carved by Ashahell, the one who had been sealed here for who knew how long.

It seemed that, during his imprisonment, Ashahell had gone mad. Otherwise, why would he wish for the death of his own creator, the Evil God?

Strangely, the names Xiao Yuan and Cian triggered a deep sense of déjà vu.

But Twilight was certain he had never met anyone by those names. So why did they feel so familiar?

Shaking off his unease, he pressed forward. The further he advanced, the more words came into view — etched with despair, desperation, and pure insanity.

At the center of the room, shattered golden chains lay strewn across the rugged floor.

These must have been the very chains that once bound Ashahell... the ones that had broken when Twilight slew the Night Wing.

Ancient runes surrounded the area, and as the Sovereign System translated them, Twilight's eyes widened.

"I stared at the night sky, feeling joyous as I gazed at my favorite star. I married that day, and soon, my child was born. Later, I became a soldier, but my life remained peaceful, for my child grew and married. I saw my grandchild. I saw my great-grandchild. Oh, how blissful my life was.

"I lay on a grassy field, happiness in my heart.

"However... however, when I looked at the sky again, my favorite star was gone. I stared at my hands — only to see them small. I turned around... and my long-dead mother and father were there, smiling at me.

"It was then that I realized... I was back in time. Back at the beginning of my life. A helpless child once more.

"But my life did not unfold the same way. My child was murdered at birth. My wife died in an accident. There was no grandchild. No blissful life. Only massacre and absolute terror.

"Over and over again, I was sent back to my birth. Over and over again, time kept resetting. Five resets. Five lives. Five tragedies. My family was broken, their souls shattered, their will erased.

"Evil God Xiao Yuan... I HATE YOU!

"Evil God Cian... I HATE YOU!

"ETERNAL SOUL MONARCH... DIE! DIE!! DIE!!!"

Twilight shuddered. The words themselves seemed to bleed malevolence.

Though merely written text, the hatred within them was utterly palpable.

'Was this the truth... or the delusions of a broken mind?'

Could time really reset? Was such a thing even possible? And weren't Deadlings incapable of reproduction? How could they marry and have children?

How many Evil Gods truly existed?

Who was the Eternal Soul Monarch?

The questions raged in Twilight's mind until he felt a dull headache forming.

If what was written here was true, then the surface world was hiding far more than anyone realized.

Twilight shook his head, forcing the thoughts away. Whatever was written by a madman shouldn't concern him.

Yet... something about those names nagged at him.

Why did one of them feel so familiar?

Why did it stir a sense of nostalgia?

Gritting his teeth, Twilight pushed his emotions down and pressed on.

Scattered across the walls were more phrases:

"I see my death, over and over again."

"XUE YUAN! ETERNAL! CURSE YOU!"

But Twilight no longer paid them any attention.

At last, he reached another door. Without hesitation, he pushed it open.

Immediately, the room's wall-mounted lamps flared to life, casting flickering golden light across the chamber.

Unlike the previous corridor, no words marred the stone walls. Only emptiness greeted him.

Then...

"Uhaaaaaaa."

A shrill wail echoed through the hall.

A moment later, Inferior Deadlings emerged from the shadows, their hollow eyes burning with cold malice.

As soon as their hunger-filled gazes locked onto Twilight, they lunged toward him like a relentless tide.

Twilight remained unfazed under their unwavering pressure.

He calmly activated his basic skill:

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[Inspect]

[Scanning...]

[Inferior Deadling – Level 7, Tier 0 Construct]

[Cultivation Base: First Stage Magic Apostle]

[Scanning...]

[Inferior Deadling – Level 3, Tier 0 Construct]

[Cultivation Base: First Stage Magic Apostle]

[Scanning...]

[Inferior Deadling – Level 5, Tier 0 Construct]

[Cultivation Base: First Stage Magic Apostle]

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"Constructs," Twilight muttered.

It was obvious these were not true Deadlings, but mere fabrications, created by the corridor's mechanisms to hinder his escape.

Even so, he smirked, excitement bubbling up within him.

This was the perfect opportunity to test his prowess against enemies of the same cultivation level.

Twilight dismissed his shortsword, storing it in his spatial ring. Instead, he gripped his Dark Blade with both hands, dashing forward with frightening momentum.

The great enhancement in his physical strength stat from his class made wielding the massive sword almost effortless.

As he took off, dust rose in his wake. In an instant, he arrived before a Level 8, Tier 0 Inferior Deadling and slashed at its bloody head with deadly precision.

Whoosh!

The air howled as his blade sliced through it.

As though sensing its imminent doom, the inferior Deadling raised its hands in defense.

'What speed!' Twilight thought as he watched its arms move to intercept his attack with awe-inspiring speed.

BOOM!

His Dark Blade collided with the creature's forearms, forcing the inferior Deadling back by two steps.

Twilight's eyes gleamed. He was much stronger than before.

Without hesitation, he unleashed a barrage of slashes.

It wasn't long before the inferior Deadling construct shrieked as it was sent flying into the wall, its body crumpling upon impact.

Twilight glanced at his hands. His strength had grown tremendously.

Of course, it was due to multiple factors: His cultivation base was one stage above his opponent's.

His class passive boosts also granted him an absurdly high physical strength and defense and his Dark Blade's passive enchantment [Death Slash] increased his power by 5% with every strike.

Twilight inhaled slightly before raising his free hand.

Abyssal Bind!

Pitch-black chains, exuding purple smoke, erupted from the ground, latching onto the disoriented inferior Deadling.

As it was dragged toward him, Twilight grinned.

Spirit Steal!

Strength surged within him as he slashed, cleaving into the creature's exposed back.

A final, ear-splitting shriek echoed before his blade obliterated the Deadling construct entirely.

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System Notification:

[You have slain a First Stage Magic Apostle – Level 8 Inferior Deadling Construct.]

[Your Abyss Within grows darker.]

[EXP bonus increased by 200% for slaying a construct two levels above you.]

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[You have received 789 Class EXP.]

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Twilight regarded the notifications calmly.

His bloodstained face turned toward the remaining constructs, a wide grin creeping onto his face.

Raising his Dark Blade, he beckoned them forward.

"Come."

The corridor shook as the Inferior Deadlings charged.

Twilight had called... and they responded in kind.