NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 6: Power Beyond Comprehension
He focused on the first skill, Twilight Sovereignty Ascendant, and a detailed description bloomed in his mind, an intrinsic understanding of its myriad facets. His eyes widened as he absorbed the sheer scope of its abilities: the passive absorption of subordinate skills and stats, the immense boosts to production and combat, the damage reduction and immunity to mind control, the ability to evolve entities and structures, the economic advantages, the absurdly high luck enhancement, unbreakable edicts, the aura of Twilight Sovereignty, and finally, the Twilight Pocket Realm.
A pocket dimension? Endless resources? The ability to steal the very essence of my subordinates? His mind raced, trying to comprehend the implications. This single skill felt like an entire arsenal of power in itself.
He moved on to the second skill, Whispers of the Infinite Horde, and his jaw dropped. The ability to multiply recruited troops by one hundred thousand and any non-sentient item by ten thousand? The sheer scale of it was staggering. An instant army? Limitless resources? This… this is beyond anything I could have conceived.
The third skill, Echoes of Mastery, sent a shiver of potent anticipation down his spine. The effortless mimicry of any skill, the omniscient appraisal, the lingering echoes of mastery, adaptive integration, skill resonance… To learn anything, simply by observing it? To know everything about a person or object? This is… terrifyingly powerful.
Finally, he focused on Astral Concord: Gates of the Boundless. The ability to summon powerful celestial, infernal, or elemental beings from other realms, bound to his loyalty, and to instantly gain their abilities and a portion of their power? And a personal sanctum to house them and their followers? The limitations – only three summons per day, the randomness of the summons – seemed almost insignificant compared to the potential rewards.
Lysander leaned back against the cool wall, a bemused smile spreading across his face. He had hoped for something… useful. He had received something that felt almost godlike. The weight of his previous life, the years of struggle and uncertainty, seemed to lift slightly, replaced by a burgeoning sense of possibility and a hint of something far more dangerous: ambition.
He still had much to learn, much to understand about this new reality. But one thing was certain. Lysander was no more. The Twilight Ascendant had arrived. And the world, or perhaps worlds, would soon know his name, but who exactly is that going to be