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Samuel’s POV

I stood on the edge of a scorched cliff in the remnants of Goaliath’s shattered realm. The sky here was cracked like broken glass, bleeding voidlight through fractures in reality. The wind whispered like dying gods, but all I could feel was the silence... and the hunger.

A hunger for more.

Not food.

Not rest.

Battle.

Sothing inside —twisted, evolved, primordial—craved the next challenge. The next conquest. The next war.

My hand twitched near the hilt of my blade as if it, too, longed to taste the scream of souls again.

And then—

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION – PRIMORDIAL ALIGNNT DETECTED]

A cold pulse ran through my spine. My eyes flared violet as the system’s voice—calm, chanical, yet laced with sothing that now trembled—echoed in my mind.

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[New Quest – Legacy of the Black Thrones]

The System registers instability. You have exceeded limitations once thought unbreakable.

Paths once sealed are now trembling before your presence.

🜏 Objective 1: Invade the Crimson Labyrinth (Forbidden Tier World)

🜏 Objective 2: Locate the remnants of the Black Thrones Pantheon

🜏 Objective 3: Face the System Wardens – [3/7 Awakened]

Rewards:

– Mythic-Class Upgrade Token (x1)

– Throne Fragnt: Crown of Nullity

– ??? (Unknown – Roselle Interference Suspected)

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I narrowed my eyes.

System Wardens...

The ones who maintained the balance. Who kept Primordials like in check.

And three of them were already awakened.

"Finally," I whispered, smirking as the familiar fire ignited in my blood. "Sothing worth killing again."

And then I heard it—a whisper. Not from the system. Not from the wind. It was her.

Roselle.

Not words. Just presence. Just that seductive, maddening thrum of her influence brushing against my soul like silk dipped in venom.

Even the system couldn’t block her.

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[WARNING: Foreign Entity Interference Detected – "Roselle, Goddess of Darkness"]

Attempting suppression... Failed. Passive link remains.]

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Of course.

I sighed, looking at my reflection in the void below—silver-white hair tousled, eyes glowing like cursed stars, armor cracked from battle but still pulsing with power.

"Roselle," I murmured under my breath, "You still want a piece of , huh?"

I cracked my neck and stepped forward, void swirling beneath my boots.

"Let’s see what happens... when I take on the Labyrinth—and tear it apart. Warden or God, System or Goddess... I’m not stopping."

I reached behind , summoning Obsidian Requiem—the blade humming with soul residue from Goaliath.

The hunger inside growled again, louder this ti.

"System," I said calmly.

"Open the gate to the Crimson Labyrinth."

And in response, space ripped open in front of —crimson mist and screams bleeding out from the crack like a welco mat of madness.

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[Crimson Labyrinth Access – Confird]

Warning: No return until Objective Complete.

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