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Chapter 1552: Death-Soul Fiend
The Dreamlands, Third Stratum.
Orion drifted back and forth between the past and the present. The battle against the Death-Soul Terror had raged on for an eternity; Orion had been so profoundly immersed in the clash that he had entirely lost track of time.
Fighting oneself was a process of descending into the shadows and clawing back into the light—of harboring doubt and forging absolute clarity. To Orion, this was a visceral internal struggle. It was a challenge of the self, a solitary monologue of a monstrous existence. The growth of his Avatar, the shifts in his own psyche, and the untapped potential dormant within... Through the crucible of combat, Orion’s understanding of these deepened profoundly.
Crack! His war scythe cleaved cleanly through the enemy before him, but in a fraction of a second, the foe dissolved into fleeting phantoms. No disappointment clouded Orion’s eyes. Instead, a wave of relief washed over him. The energy fueling his ocular abilities—the Dimensional World and Temporal Dilation—was completely drained. Having just mirrored the expenditure, his replica had also temporarily lost the amplification of those twin powers.
What followed was the true test of mettle. It was a pure clash of physical might, technique, combat experience, and sheer instinct. There were no shortcuts here. Whatever tactic Orion could conjure, his replica could anticipate.
Boom! Tridents and longswords danced in a deadly blur as the two forces violently bombarded each other across the Bubble Realm.
Orion didn’t know what his replica was feeling, but his own blood sang with escalating euphoria. It felt as though dense storm clouds were parting to reveal a brilliant, blazing sun. This was the culmination of absolute self-awareness—accepting who he was, yearning to break past his own boundaries, and nurturing the birth of an entirely new power. Most importantly, this metamorphosis had reached its critical tipping point. The moment he crystallized all these revelations into reality and claimed them as his own strength, he would shatter his physical limits.
I am a Death-Soul. I am a Death-Soul Terror!
No, I am not a Death-Soul. I am a Titan!
A blinding radiance began to brew deep within Orion’s eyes. As he wielded his trident and longsword in the blistering melee, his mind sank into an introspective trance. In that moment, Orion was redefining his very essence, torn between the identity of the Death-Soul Terror and the Stoneheart Titan.
His Avatar hailed from the Death-Soul Race, yet the consciousness anchoring it belonged to a Stoneheart Titan. Standing at the ultimate crossroads, Orion felt a pang of profound disorientation. He deeply resonated with both lineages. The Death-Soul Terror was him, but the Stoneheart Titan was equally him. It was precisely this divided loyalty that had bottlenecked his advancement for so long.
I am of the Death-Soul Race. I am a Stoneheart Titan!
I am who I am. I am Orion, the Giant King of the Stoneheart Horde!
No! I am a Death-Soul Terror, forged by the Death-Soul Race!
Amidst this relentless cycle of affirmation and denial, Orion’s physical form began to drastically mutate. The Death-Soul Terror currently housed Orion’s Demigod will. As he actively forged his choice, that divine will commanded his vessel, driving it through a violent evolution. If Orion had been fully conscious to perceive his own anatomy, he would have discovered a colossal network of bloodline pathways systematically reconstructing itself within the Death-Soul Terror’s body.
It was the bloodline schematic of a Stoneheart Titan! Yet, it wasn’t a genuine Stoneheart Titan bloodline—the Death-Soul vessel lacked a single drop of giant blood. What substituted the bloodline to reforge his anatomy was the phantom projection of Orion’s Demigod soul, forged purely of his indomitable will. In other words, a mutated Stoneheart Titan was being birthed from the crucible of Orion’s internal struggle.
Reclaiming the soul to sustain life. Dying to be reborn.
I am who I am. I am Orion... the Death-Soul Fiend!
Roar! A guttural, demonic bellow ripped from Orion’s throat. Through the endless struggle and agonizing choices, he had finally forged his own path. The roar carried a terrifying deterrent force, manifesting as a concussive shockwave that blasted the replica backward.
Orion ceased his assault. He stood rooted to the spot as the fleshy tendrils within his body writhed and fused together. In the blink of an eye, the Death-Soul Terror coalesced into the imposing silhouette of a Stoneheart Titan, bearing four heads and eight arms. But this was no ordinary Stoneheart Titan. It possessed the form and the spirit, yet lacked the bloodline. To be precise, it wasn’t a Stoneheart Titan at all, but a flawless amalgamation of the Death-Soul Terror and the Titan lineage. Orion dubbed it the Death-Soul Fiend.
The Death-Soul Fiend was an apex predator, flawlessly integrating the bloodline advantages of both species. More importantly, a sinister, pitch-black Demigod law was currently incubating within the Fiend’s body. The faith energy Orion had stockpiled surged into it like a ruptured dam, rapidly nurturing this newborn power.
It was Death-Soul divine power!
As the Death-Soul Fiend completed its transformation, dense, tendril-like golden runes crawled across its flesh. His evolution was absolute. In the next instant, the radiance brewing in Orion’s eyes violently erupted. His pupils flared into twin blazing suns, illuminating the entirety of the Bubble Realm.
...
Outside The Dreamlands, Minsar—the Warden of The Dreamlands—instantly detected the anomaly occurring on the Third Stratum.
"Reclaiming the soul to sustain life. Dying to be reborn."
"He has finally become a true member of the Death-Soul Race!"
"To condense Death-Soul divine power directly within the flesh... the potential is truly limitless!"
"With this, he finally has the right to challenge the final Guardian!"
"..."
The Dreamlands, Third Stratum.
The blinding light dissipated, revealing a reborn Orion, washed clean of all mortal impurities. He fixed a cold, apathetic stare on the replica. He was no longer the man he used to be. Consequently, the clone standing before him was no longer a reflection of himself.
"An existence like yours... makes for the perfect living sacrifice."
Orion raised his hand, his arm morphing back into a mass of writhing tendrils. However, these new tendrils were vastly different, carved end-to-end with cryptic bloodline runes. The tentacles lashed out, seizing the paralyzed replica where it stood. The clone thrashed in desperate resistance, mercilessly hacking its trident and longsword against Orion’s newborn tendrils, but it was an exercise in absolute futility.
"Under the eternal gaze of the Titan God, I offer this vessel of life as kindling to ignite the Fatebone hidden within. May the extinguishing of this life summon the divine will upon this bone!"
The moment his newborn tentacles restrained the clone, Orion closed his eyes and began to chant a relentless litany of prayers. They were the invocations for the Divine Art: Rite of Fatebound Offering!
Orion’s objective was ruthlessly simple: he intended to use the replica as a living sacrifice to forge a weapon perfectly attuned to his new self. High-tier Avatars like the Death-Soul Terror were exceptionally rare; Orion could never have entertained such absolute madness before. But when dealing with a mere carbon copy, all restraint vanished.
Whoosh!
A violent inferno ignited across the replica’s body. Channeled through Orion’s tendrils, an endless stream of enigmatic runes crawled into the flames. Amidst the roaring fire, the replica’s massive frame rapidly withered and shrank. When the final scrap of flesh and blood burned to ash, all that remained in Orion’s grasp was a single trident—a deadly weapon forged from countless interlocking, spiraling tendrils.
"A Relic?" Orion murmured. "Not bad. My main body was just lacking a decent weapon anyway."
The trident, birthed from the living sacrifice of his replica, had emerged directly as a Relic-tier armament.