Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 335: UNKNOWN BLOODLINE INTERFERENCE

The moon hung heavy in the night sky, its crimson light bleeding across the battlefield like spilled wine.

Azazel's manifested world unraveled in an instant, shimmering edges fraying into nothingness, the oppressive void collapsing back into reality.

"Moonlight Resonance," Azazel intoned, his voice thick with venom and finality.

Red rays gathered at the moon's edge, coalescing into a deadly beam that descended toward Greg in a slow, inevitable arc.

"It's not over yet," Greg replied, his voice steady despite the exhaustion etched into every line of his body.

His eyes still burned with unquenched fighting spirit, defiant flames flickering in their depths.

"Will manifestation," he called out calmly.

The words slipped from his lips with quiet certainty, carrying no bravado, just the calm of someone who had already accepted the gamble.

"Huh?" Azazel muttered, confusion twisting his scarred features.

The scenery around him warped and dissolved once more.

He found himself standing in absolute emptiness.

A void stretched in every direction, infinite and suffocating, devoid of light, sound, or substance.

The silence pressed against his ears like cold iron.

Just when he thought nothing more would appear, jagged bones began to rise from the nothingness.

They jutted upward slowly, grotesquely, forming skeletal spires that occupied a corner of the endless dark.

A thick, crimson cloud coalesced overhead, and blood rained down in heavy, deliberate drops, painting the emerging bones in glistening scarlet.

"Where is this?" Azazel demanded, a rare chill crawling up his spine.

"The place where you meet your end," a whisper answered, sliding directly into his soul like icy fingers.

"Who's there?" Azazel spun, crimson eyes darting through the gloom.

Nothing.

Only the permitted fragments were visible to him, the bones, the blood, the endless black.

He moved, wings beating uselessly against the weight of the void.

The more he walked, the more disoriented he became. Space refused to obey normal rules; distance stretched and folded without warning.

Time lost all meaning, seconds became eternities, eternities collapsed into heartbeats. Madness clawed at the edges of his mind.

Greg, meanwhile, had merged fully with his manifested world.

He existed everywhere and nowhere at once, an omnipotent observer watching Azazel's every futile step.

The gamble had paid off.

He had been lucky, dangerously so.

Azazel far outranked him in raw power, and forcing a will manifestation on a superior being carried astronomical odds of failure.

But with nothing left to lose and the demon lord clinging to a single sliver of health, Greg had rolled the dice.

"Let me out!!!" Azazel roared, desperation cracking his voice. Demonic energy erupted from him in a violent blast, dark flames and corrosive power tearing through the void.

It did nothing. The attack dissipated harmlessly, swallowed by the infinite dark.

In this realm, Greg was untouchable, an absolute god whose will could not be defied.

The only escape would have been never entering his manifested world at all.

Greg materialized before Azazel, stepping from the omniscient haze into solid, human form.

He stood motionless, expression blank, eyes cold as polished obsidian.

"You were wrong," he said quietly. "It's my victory, not yours."

He raised his hand. With deliberate slowness, he clipped his index finger against his thumb, then released it in a casual flick.

The motion was almost playful.

His finger struck Azazel square on the forehead.

The demon lord's body jerked once. Then it began to crumble, skin flaking away like ash, bones dissolving into motes of black dust, essence unraveling thread by thread.

Death by a flick. The most humiliating end imaginable for a lord of envy.

Azazel withered into nothingness.

[Death pays homage to its master]

The familiar notification appeared, carrying the weight of reverence from Greg's most cherished talent.

[Death wishes to devour the talent of Azazel]

[Death wishes to offer the talent of Azazel to you as a tribute]

[Death wishes to devour the bloodline of Azazel]

[Death wishes to offer the bloodline of Azazel to you as a tribute]

[Death wishes to devour the stats of Azazel]

[Death wishes to offer the stats of Azazel to you as a tribute]

[Death wishes to devour the manifested will of Azazel]

[Death wishes to offer the manifested will of Azazel to you]

A cascade of notifications flooded Greg's vision. He accepted without hesitation.

[Warning! Warning!]

[An unknown bloodline within you has opened its eyes!]

[Your bloodlines bow their heads in respect!]

[Your talent cowers before the bloodline's might]

[The unknown bloodline finds the offering of Death unfit for you]

[The unknown bloodline forcefully upgrades the talent to be offered]

[The talent of Azazel, Seed of Envy, has been forcefully upgraded to Absolute Concept] 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

[The bloodline of Azazel, Sin of Envy, has been upgraded to Source of Envy]

[Your devoured bloodlines, Sin of Wrath and Sin of Lust, plead with the unknown bloodline for an upgrade in fear]

[The unknown bloodline accepts their wish]

[The bloodline, Sin of Lust, has been upgraded to Source of Lust]

[The bloodline, Sin of Wrath, has been upgraded to Source of Wrath]

[Your bloodlines have merged again to form Primordial Demonic Dragon Bloodline]

[The unknown bloodline nods its head, believing you are not completely useless, and begins to take slight interest in you]

[Your unknown bloodline yawns tiredly and returns to its slumber]

[Warning!! Warning!!]

[Your emotions have been dulled as a side effect of the unknown bloodline awakening!]

Greg stared at the flood of messages, head spinning.

Each line carried implications that stretched far beyond the immediate victory.

The unknown bloodline continued to astonish him, its power vast, mysterious, and terrifying.

He could only imagine how overwhelming it would become once fully awakened.

For now, though, caution was necessary.

He could already feel the change: the more he manifested his will, the more distant his emotions became, like echoes fading into fog.

Pushing the thought aside, Greg willed himself out of the manifested world.

Reality snapped back into focus, the scorched earth of the demonic realm, the lingering scent of blood and sulfur, the distant howls of lesser demons.

[Congratulations! You have conquered the Envy Province!]

[Congratulations, your concept, Absolute Resolution, has upgraded to an Absolute Concept]