Re-Awakening Online: Rebirth Of The Strongest Spirit God-Chapter 26 - Twenty-Six: Chains Of Dread

Chapter Twenty-Six: Chains Of Dread

With a plan in mind, dealing with Ashahell was no longer an impossible feat. Although executing it would be extremely difficult, it was still feasible.

But there was one crucial fact, which was that Twilight had to make Ashahell experience despair or dread. This was no trivial matter, and he knew it.

Yet, letting Ashahell go without making him suffer wasn't Twilight's style.

However, given his current strength, making Ashahell despair seemed far from reality.

'To hell with it.' Twilight took a deep breath and dashed toward Ashahell.

So what if he couldn't instill fear in the overpowered Deadling Lord?

He would manipulate his own fear and hope it would affect Ashahell.

Regardless of anything else, time was running out. He had to act as quickly as possible.

As Ashahell and the summon came into view, Twilight nearly stumbled.

His summon had lost both its wings and an arm. Worse still, Ashahell was using that severed arm to beat it mercilessly.

Fear. Unprecedented shock.

These emotions surged through Twilight as he took in the scene before him.

Alongside his shock, however, he also felt infuriated.

'How dare he?'

It was clear that Ashahell was toying with the summon.

Otherwise, it would have perished long ago.

Twilight clenched his fists tightly, closed his eyes, and tried to manifest his fears.

Though he had no clear guideline on controlling dread, it couldn't be too different from how he manipulated spirit qi... right?

If he were trying to conjure something unfamiliar, he might have faltered.

But fear?

Fear was something he had known all his life.

And there was one fear that stood above the rest.

That night.

The screams of hundreds.

The weathered cobblestones, stained crimson.

A friend... was lost.

Twilight remembered everything vividly. His best — and only — friend had died that night, during the rampage of a vampire prince.

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His home on the outskirts had been razed to the ground and he had barely survived.

The dread of watching everything he knew disappear in an instant.

The powerlessness to change a thing.

The fear that had frozen him, rendering him unable to even speak with his dying friend one last time.

A coward.

That night had been the most terrifying of his life.

A single tear slid down his cheek as he opened his eyes.

To his surprise, he felt something forming in his chest... something akin to a seed.

As though something ancient had awakened, Twilight instinctively understood how to manipulate his fear.

He stretched out his right hand, commanding the seed of dread within him to disperse.

The energy flowed through his body, converging at the tip of his outstretched index finger.

At that moment, Ashahell noticed Twilight's strange behavior.

Pausing his assault on the summon, he turned to Twilight with contempt.

"I must say, I'm sorely disappointed. Did you think I didn't know you were stalling for time? I saw through it all and even played along, yet it seems you have no more tricks to amuse me.

"Since that's the case... " Ashahell raised a hand.

"You may as well die."

With a simple gesture, he unleashed dozens of crimson scythes, condensed from his blood-red aura, all aimed at Twilight.

As the scythes spun toward him, Twilight inhaled deeply.

'Now that I have rudimentary control over fear... how do I use it on Ashahell?'

He remained completely unbothered by the incoming attack.

With the seed of dread at his fingertip, Twilight no longer felt the fear one would expect in the face of death.

Instead, his heart was calm.

And in that moment, he realized something.

His Abyssal Bind talent ability allowed him to conjure pitch-black chains made of darkness.

If that was possible, then he could likely create chains from shadows rather than darkness.

And if that same principle applied...

Then he could do the same with dread.

Just as the red scythes closed in and were mere yards away from him, Twilight commanded the energy of the seed of dread to surge outward, making black smoke erupt from his body.

The instant it collided with the incoming scythes, the crimson weapons dissolved into their base form — red smoke — which was quickly absorbed by the black haze.

Then... it hit him.

The overwhelming sense of dread he had conjured didn't just affect the world around him — it also threatened to consume him as well.

He hadn't anticipated that wielding fear itself would take such a toll on his mind.

If this continued, he might very well lose himself.

Gritting his teeth, Twilight suppressed the suffocating dread and waved his hand toward the astonished Ashahell.

Chains of Dread.

Without warning, the black smoke thickened and expanded rapidly.

A single gray chain shot forth from the swirling mist, wrapping tightly around Ashahell's right arm.

Even so, Ashahell sneered.

"Interesting. So you're not completely weak after all." A moment later, he shook his head. "But it's still not enough."

With a snap of his fingers, the chain shattered.

Twilight remained unfazed. His gaze was cold and his expression unreadable.

"If one chain isn't enough..."

He chuckled darkly and raised his hand once more.

"...what about two?"

Two gray chains erupted from the black smoke, latching onto both of Ashahell's arms.

The Deadling Lord's expression twisted slightly, a flicker of fear surfacing in his eyes, but he quickly shook it off.

With a sharp and sudden pull, he shattered both chains.

"If this is all you have, human, give up." Ashahell snickered and unleashed another barrage of attacks, sending hundreds of crimson scythes aimed directly at Twilight.

Twilight simply raised a hand and clenched his fist.

The black smoke surged forward, consuming the red scythes entirely and leaving no trace behind.

Not giving Ashahell a moment to react, Twilight summoned more chains.

Four.

Then ten.

Then a hundred.

And as the chains multiplied, Ashahell's expression shifted from calm indifference...

To sheer terror.

Twilight smiled as a realization dawned upon him.

"All my life, I've witnessed intense suffering. Endured searing pain. Scavenged for cheap food at the lowest point in life... but I never saw great results.

"It's explicitly hard to conquer my fears and do what is right. No matter how hard I try, it all comes to hunt me back with multiple times the ferocity.

"But now I've realised the truth. My power over dread is not just to subjugate my fears.

"It's to drag all those who have hurt me — those who made me lose everything — into the depths of fear itself.

"It may be impossible to defeat you with two chains of dread.

"But what about a hundred? One thousand?

"If each one influences your mind a little bit, distorts your perception of reality by a miniscule amount, lure your internal turmoil to surface... then, put together and I assure that even a deity will fall."

With those words, Twilight sat crossed legged, closed his eyes and soon entered the legendary state of enlightenment.