[: 3rd POV :]

Daniel stood frozen, his breath caught somewhere between disbelief and resignation as the System's words echoed in his head.

'Death's Lover… Commandment of Truth… Divine Shard… Mythical Essence…'

It was too much, almost absurd.

Titles, commandments, shards, things that belonged to myths, legends, not to a single mortal who had simply fought to survive one battle after another.

His fist tightened.

"Death's Lover," huh? That's something new'

The thought alone made his stomach churn.

The idea that Death herself, an entity beyond all comprehension had cast her gaze upon him felt less like a blessing and more like a chain he couldn't shake off.

Immortality tied to someone else's affection.

Was that protection, or a curse disguised as one?

The Commandment of Truth.

His lips twitched, though no smile formed.

Words that could bend existence, rewrite lies, shape reality to his will.

A terrifying power, yet at the same time… dangerous.

He had seen enough to know that power without restraint was nothing but destruction.

And now the Universe itself had handed him something that could warp everything around him with just his voice.

The Divine Shard.

The Mythical Essence.

These were not just rewards.

They were keys. Keys to ascend beyond the line that separated mortals from gods.

Daniel stared at his hand, flexing his fingers as the faint pulse of energy from the shard resonated within him.

Was this what the Universe wanted of him?

To rise, to become something greater, something that could fight in its endless wars?

He exhaled slowly, a weight pressing against his chest. "So this is what it means to be noticed…"

No joy, no elation filled him.

Only a cold clarity.

These weren't just gifts.

They were responsibilities, shackles, perhaps even traps.

And yet… he couldn't deny the fire sparking inside him.

Daniel closed his eyes, his expression unreadable as the Will of the Universe's voice faded, leaving silence in its wake.

For a long moment, he simply stood there beneath the neon lights of Velaria Nexus, the bustle of the city distant, meaningless against the storm turning in his chest.

'System,' he finally muttered inwardly, his voice sharp, controlled, yet carrying a weight of demand.

'Enough of this. It's time I understood. What are Sovereigns, truly? What lies behind these Commandments, these Titles? What does it all mean for me, for this world, for the Universe itself?'

He exhaled, the air heavy with tension.

'I've been walking blind, fighting enemies beyond comprehension, climbing higher, faster, further than anyone else'

'But I don't even know the foundations of the path I'm on. So tell me. I want the truth.'

There was silence, a pause as if even the System hesitated.

Then the reply came, not mocking, not sly, calm and grave.

[: Host, the answers you seek are locked. :]

Daniel's brow furrowed.

'Locked?'

[: To understand the true nature of Sovereigns, Commandments, and Titles, you must reach Mythic Rank. Only then will your body, mind, and existence be capable of perceiving it. :]

The words struck him harder than he expected. Mythic Rank… for others, the summit, the unreachable pinnacle.

But for him?

The System's tone carried something deeper, something heavier.

[: Understand, Host. Mythic is not the end. It is only the beginning. For this world, it is the ceiling. For the Universe, it is merely preparation. :]

Daniel clenched his fists, his jaw tight. He already knew the truth before it was spoken.

[: But of course, this rule… does not apply to you. You are an anomaly. :]

[: You are a walking disaster, no, you're 'The End' :]

Daniel's eyes narrowed as the System's words settled into him like iron chains.

Mythic Rank, the supposed ceiling of this world was waiting for him.

But unlike others who struggled at the precipice of power, he knew he stood at the edge already.

His level had long since hit the maximum.

He wasn't being held back by effort or strength, he was being held back by requirements.

'So… it comes down to materials,' he thought, his voice echoing inward.

[: Correct, Host. Your body and essence have reached their natural limits :]

[: To shatter them and ascend into Mythic, you require catalysts that few in this world can even dream of possessing. :]

Daniel exhaled through his nose, calm yet firm.

'Materials… I already know what I need.'

For most, the path demanded fragments of legendary beasts, hearts of ancient dragons, veins of condensed mana harvested from fallen stars.

Things unattainable, buried in myths. But Daniel wasn't "most."

His steps had already taken him to the Forbidden Continent, the land of horrors and miracles.

And it was there he had found it.

The Immortal Crystal.

He remembered its sight vividly, jagged veins of translucent stone buried deep within the corpse of a mountain, glowing faintly with currents of mana that pulsed like the blood of a god.

One touch of it had sent shivers through his bones, its essence refusing to be absorbed by anything less than a being at the edge of transcendence.

'The Immortal Crystal is enough, isn't it?' he asked.

[: Indeed, Host. It is the rarest of catalysts—mana veins crystallized by time and the will of nature itself. With it, you can shatter the wall of mortality. :]

Daniel's lips curved slightly.

'Then… I already hold the key.'

The Immortal Crystal dissolved into his core like molten starlight, its veins of condensed mana unraveling into streams that seared through his body.

Daniel clenched his jaw as the power surged, not in chaos but in a steady tide, refining every inch of his existence.

His bones resonated like divine steel being reforged in an endless forge.

His muscles thrummed, no longer merely flesh but vessels capable of carrying infinite weight.

His blood boiled and cooled at once, transformed into rivers of mana that coursed with the brilliance of galaxies.

Each heartbeat sent ripples through the air, a rhythm too vast and ancient for a mortal frame.

But numbers no longer mattered.

His stats had transcended measurable boundaries, surging into heights where calculation itself faltered.

He was no longer defined by limits; he had surpassed the language of progression itself.

The ground quivered beneath his feet.

His aura expanded, but unlike before, it wasn't oppressive, it was sovereign.

Natural.

A quiet command that compelled recognition without force.

It wasn't the weight of intimidation or fear, but an instinctive reverence, as if the world itself acknowledged him as a higher existence.

When he opened his eyes, they glimmered with a depth that seemed to pierce through truth and lies alike.

The air bent subtly around him, not from magic but from authority.

Even without activating a single skill, he radiated the bearing of a ruler, an entity that stood beyond the reach of mortals.

Daniel exhaled slowly. His voice, calm yet undeniable, carried the weight of inevitability.

"…So this is Mythic."

And with that, the world itself felt smaller before him.

However, that wasn't the only outcome of his ascension.

The Immortal Crystal had reshaped his very being, yet the System's voice returned, clearer and heavier than before.

[: Congratulations, Host. Elimination of Apocalypse Sovereign Vessel. Advancement to Mythic Rank. Surpassing of World Threshold. :]

[: Rewards Issued: Gift Packs unlocked. :]

Daniel thought it would end there, but the System's tone shifted, carrying a sharp edge.

[: Host, a fact must be acknowledged. From the beginning of your journey, you have never once chosen from the Choice Protocol. :]

Daniel's eyes narrowed.

It was true.

Every rank up, every breakthrough, the System had offered him opportunities to unlock powers through choices.

He had ignored them all.

Why?

Because he believed he didn't need them.

He was already more powerful than anything this world could throw at him.

Why select abilities when his strength alone broke every boundary?

But now, as whispers of Sovereigns, Commandments, Thrones, and higher truths echoed through his path, Daniel realized something unsettling.

The scale of this world, no, of the universe—was expanding before his eyes.

Power beyond comprehension awaited him, and he could not afford to remain complacent.

The System responded to his silence.

[: Host, because of your anomaly, the accumulated Choices have grown vast. They are no longer limited to simple abilities. :]

[: You may now select from entire Categories, each holding countless options. :]

Ten blazing runes appeared, orbiting him like stars, each one representing a path of transcendence:

[: Talent :]

[: Sigil :]

[: Soulmark :]

[: Origin :]

[: Spiritual Root :]

[: Ethereal Bone :]

[: Vein :]

[: Core :]

[: Lineage :]

[: Magic :]

[: Domain :]

Each category shimmered with infinite possibilities, enough to shape not just a man, but an eternal existence.

Daniel's lips curved slightly.

"So… it's time I stopped holding back."

Half an hour passed.

The silence was suffocating, broken only by the endless cascade of choices flowing across Daniel's vision.

Each category contained millions of possibilities, each one capable of creating an immortal sovereign or erasing civilizations with its mere awakening.

Yet Daniel sifted through them with patience, his gaze unwavering, his mind sharper than a blade forged by eternity itself.

Finally, he chose.

The moment his will solidified, reality itself quivered.

His choices were not just powerful, they were blasphemous to the balance of existence.

They were more than godly, transcending the framework of divinity itself.

The universe shuddered as though recognizing the birth of something it could not contain.

[: Talent – Eternal Giver :]

- Whatever the Giver gives will automatically receives something 10,000 times rarer in return -

[: Sigil – Re-brand :]

- A mark of absolute erasure, allowing him to rewrite the essence of any skill, law, or curse -

[: Soulmark – Abyssal Crown :]

- Grants the soul to radiates natural sovereignty; where even gods must bow when confronted -

[: Origin – Primordial Singularity :]

- The existence itself is a collapsing star, capable of devouring reality and birthing new laws -

[: Spiritual Root – Endless Spring :]

- Undying regeneration of energy, mana, and vitality -

[: Ethereal Bone – Heavenpiercer :]

- Grants the bones of celestial inscriptions, making the body indestructible and immune to decay, darkness, void, nothingness, emptiness and destruction -

[: Vein – Immortal Flow :]

- Grants the vein channel cosmic mana currents, amplifying every technique, skills and abilities by a thousandfold -

[: Core – Oblivion Furnace :]

- A core that devours all forms of power—turning even destruction itself into fuel -

[: Lineage – Dragon of the Last Dawn :]

- A lineage feared by all dragons, tied to the end and rebirth of worlds -

[: Magic – Allspell Authority :]

- The power to cast any magic, ancient or modern, without incantation or restriction -

[: Domain – Causality Sovereignty :]

- Your mere presence distorts cause and effect; outcomes bend to your will -

As the choices fused with his being, Daniel exhaled slowly.

His aura no longer felt like that of a Mythic being, nor a Sovereign, it was something beyond classification, a paradox the universe itself dared not name.

And in that moment, Daniel knew: even the gods would fear what he had become.

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