Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 127 - : WILL MANIFESTATION

Present Time

Greg stood in the shadow of his modest kingdom, a patchwork settlement of stone and iron sprawled beneath a sullen sky. His arms crossed tightly, he fixed his sister with a hard stare. "Annabelle, you need to pick up your leveling speed. It's dragging—way too slow," he said, voice clipped but carrying a thread of concern. He'd expected her to be further along by now; her stagnation irked him more than he let on.

Scarlett flicked her gaze to the leaderboard hovering in her vision, the glowing list a stark reminder of her lag:

Kyle - Lv 75

Nemesis - Lv 74

Sword God - Lv 74

Stagnant Water - Lv 69

Shadow - Lv 58

Dual Blade - Lv 57

Scarlett - Lv 56

Dan - Lv 53

Odin - Lv 52

Gold Goblin - Lv 51

"I guess so," she muttered, chewing her lip as she studied the gap. Her brother's alias, Nemesis, loomed at 74—near the top—while she languished at 56. The numbers hit harder than she'd admit, a quiet sting of inadequacy blooming in her chest.

"Go with Gob," Greg advised, nodding toward the wiry goblin hovering at the edge of their circle, his beady eyes glinting with restless energy. "He'll take you to a solid leveling spot. Grind hard—go all out. You need to boost that level fast." He turned, boots crunching on the gravel as he headed for his dwelling—a squat, imposing structure that dominated the settlement's skyline. "What about you, brother? Aren't you leveling too?" Scarlett called after him, her tone a mix of curiosity and mild reproach.

Greg stopped, half-turning, his silhouette framed against the doorway. "I can't push my level any higher until I manifest my will," he said, waving her off with a dismissive flick of his hand before stepping inside. The heavy door thudded shut, sealing him in solitude. He leaned against the cool stone wall, exhaling a slow, steady breath. In his past life, he'd done it—manifested his will, even if it'd been a pathetic, useless thing. But that grind had taught him something rare: how to pull it off, a trick most players in this life couldn't dream of grasping.

Outside, Azrael sidled up to Scarlett, his voice softening the settlement's rough hum. "Scarlett, or Annabelle—which do you prefer?" he asked, planting a quick peck on her cheek, his fingers brushing her arm. "Either's fine, I guess," she replied, a warm smile breaking through as she leaned into his touch, her eyes lingering on him. "Care to join me? I'm heading out to level up—get stronger," she said, already tugging him along before he could answer. Azrael chuckled, letting her drag him toward Gob without a fight—choice wasn't really on the table.

Inside, Greg sank to the floor, cross-legged, shutting out every distraction. The air was still, thick with the faint scent of dust and metal. He was dead-set on manifesting his will, a process simple in theory if you knew the knack—but that knowledge was a jealously guarded secret, locked away by powerhouses like the Grey Empire. In his past life, he'd slaved for them, trading years of blood and sweat for scraps of half-baked info on will manifestation. The memory festered like an old wound—they'd exploited his desperation, wrung him dry for their gain.

The Grey Empire hadn't just screwed him; they'd throttled countless players, choking their growth with calculated greed. In this life, they'd doubled down, targeting him early—a fatal mistake. They ranked second on his hit list, just below Kyle, the bastard topping it. Wiping them out wasn't just payback; it was pruning a weed choking the world. Greg closed his eyes, diving deep, chasing the ember of his truest desire buried in his core.

[You are attempting to manifest your will! As a player, the system will support you!]

A perk of being a player—the system gave a nudge, unlike the natives who had to claw their way to awakening alone. Almost fair, except players lacked the deep, instinctive lore the locals grew up steeped in. Greg smirked faintly—his past life evened that score.

Darkness engulfed him, a void so absolute it swallowed every trace of light. "I see it's changed," he muttered, voice steady despite the oppressive black. He'd been here before, the first time he'd tried this. But something shifted—the darkness churned, coagulating toward a central point, sucked in like debris down a cosmic drain. As it gathered, light seeped into the edges, a faint glow pushing back the gloom until only a dense, inky core remained, ringed by blinding radiance. Then the light followed, collapsing into its own tight nucleus, a mirror to the dark.

The two forces clashed—darkness and light merging in a violent swirl—before erupting outward, spreading from this tiny world into a universe half the size of the Milky Way. Greg watched from an omniscient vantage, detached yet gripped by the spectacle as the fused essence fueled a rapid expansion. The small world sat at its heart, a seed sprouting stars, galaxies—raw, chaotic beauty unfurling across the void.

His gaze snapped back to the world, the origin point. A speck of light and dark lingered there, blending evenly before splitting into two spheres. Time warped—eternal yet fleeting—as Greg observed, losing all sense of its passage. The spheres cracked open, birthing two beings. One mirrored him—taller, sharper, with a celestial detachment, white wings unfurling like dawn. The other echoed him too—white hair, black wings, a brooding intensity in his stare. Same face, split vibes. "What's going on?" Greg muttered, confusion tightening his chest. "This never happened last time."

With a snap from the white-winged figure, concepts flared—time, space, aether, life, death—rippling across the universe like shockwaves, stitching order into chaos. Greg felt time snap into focus, ticking forward as planets bloomed. Some pulsed with life—green and vibrant—others lay shrouded in death, gray and barren. The dark-winged twin blinked, and elements surged—fire roared, water crashed, wind howled, earth solidified—reshaping the cosmos with raw force. Rain lashed some worlds, thunderstorms split others, sandy gales scoured more—life crept forward, fragile but stubborn, clawing through the tumult.

The two Greg-like beings slumped, collapsing into a deep, timeless sleep. Their world cradled them, then flickered—gone yet present, a paradox twisting Greg's gut. Life multiplied—organisms sprouted, civilizations rose, the universe thickening with complexity. He watched, calm fading as a searing pain tore through his skull, his brain a furnace, eyes stinging red.

[System warning!!! Error #&#+$+ occurring! User is not supposed to be here!!]

[Error!!!]

[System attempting force disconnection and removal of player from $&-#++#& archive]

[Warning!!! #&-$-$&$ has discovered your presence!!!]

[System is blocking &$+$+$ from pinpointing your location!!]

[Error!!!]

[Immediate removal beginning!!]

Greg's mind blurred, the warnings a jumbled roar as pain drowned his thoughts. His eyes fluttered shut, consciousness slipping into the black.

Somewhere Beyond

"Hmm? The #&#--+#$& has finally been found," a voice thundered, vast and guttural, reverberating across universes. "I wonder what he's doing in such a backward dump. Prepare our forces—we must capture &$-+$$# before he awakens, as ordered by $&#-+##. Failure's not an option!" The speaker loomed colossal, a titan whose hands cradled a universe like a toy, devouring it whole—every soul within snuffed out in a heartbeat, their screams swallowed by his maw.

"Yes, Lord Universe Eater," his second-in-command intoned, bowing low before vanishing to muster their legions, the command's weight a crushing force.

Settlement

"Brother, are you okay? What happened?" Scarlett's voice sliced through the fog, sharp with panic. She knelt beside him, hands hovering as worry carved lines into her face. "I got back and found you meditating—thought you were fine until you started convulsing like crazy. What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"Urgh," Greg groaned, hauling himself upright from the floor, his head throbbing like a war drum, though the pain had ebbed from its peak. He rubbed his temples, squinting against the dim light seeping through the narrow window. "What was that?" he muttered, the vision clawing at his mind—those twin Gregs, the universe's birth, that searing agony. "How long's it been?"

"What do you mean? Seven hours," Scarlett said, frowning deeper. "I came back to avoid a forced logout unprepared. Are you sure you're alright?" Her eyes bored into his, searching for cracks.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just need rest," Greg said, half-distracted, his thoughts snagged on the vision's absurdity—two selves, cosmic creation, and that cryptic warning. "No point chewing on what I don't get. Being here—did I fail at manifesting my will?" He pulled up his system window, scanning it.

User: Nemesis

Job: ?????

Level: 75 (9,124,562/9,200,000 EXP)

Health: 140,000

Strength: 491 (+245)

Speed: 393 (+196)

Stamina: 575

Intelligence: 270

Constitution: 529

Divinity: 203

Free Attribute Points: 0

Talent:

EX Rank – 100% Dodge Rate

EX Rank – God of Wealth

S Rank – Talent Share

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"Huh?" Greg blinked, startled. His divinity had spiked—203 now, up 100 for no damn reason. Two new divinity skills had unlocked at 200, unviewed yet. His level—75—confirmed he'd manifested his will.

[Congratulations on manifesting your will! You are the first player to do so and have achieved an epic feat!]

[Heaven's Defier has been upgraded because of :$-#+(##+]

"What the hell's going on?" Greg muttered, staring at the flood of rewards—freebies piling up with no explanation. A faint smirk tugged at his lips, head still aching. If he knew the cosmic freight train barreling his way—an entity beyond reckoning—he wouldn't be smirking. Not a chance.