CHAPTER 16 — TRAINING OF THE GODSLAYER & SECRETS OF THE BLOODLINE
The Night Manila Held Its Breath
The rooftop had barely stopped shaking when Cedric descended into the Bureau's private training hall—an underground chamber designed to survive the fallout of S-Rank battles. The walls shimmered faintly, reinforced with divine alloy recovered from Rift Site Alpha. Arhenos hovered beside him, a floating star in humanoid shape.
Cedric's aura still crackled with remnants of GODSLAYER FORM 1—unstable, radiant, hungry.
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CEDRIC'S STATUS — Updated After Evolution
Name: Cedric Aaron Feraldo
Rank: A (Pseudo-S) But know as Rank(X) because of overpower stats
Class: Godslayer (Unique)
Evolution: Form 1 — Awaken
Body Level: Divine Vessel Stage 1 (12%)
Soul Level: Astral Furnace — Ignited
Core Level: Godslayer Core — Initiated
New Passive Ability — [ Divine Instinct ]
– Automatically reacts to divine threats
– Predicts enemy movement by 0.2 seconds
– Greatly enhances instinct and perception
New Active Ability — [ Astral Sever ]
A blade of blue-gold light that cuts concepts, not just flesh.
Arhenos warned,
"Overuse will burn your soul fibers. Only use it against beings beyond mortal."
Cedric smirked.
"That means… almost every enemy I'll face."
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THE TRAINING BEGINS
The lights dimmed as Cedric stepped onto the central platform.
Arhenos raised a hand.
A projection formed—a 20-foot Primordial Drake, its divine core pulsing like molten stars.
"Form 1 is not meant for display," Arhenos said.
"It is meant to kill."
The drake charged.
Cedric exhaled, remembering the ring of symbols that had burned behind him earlier.
"Awaken."
A golden ring shimmered faintly. His eyes flashed gold-blue—but restrained, controlled.
He vanished.
B A M
He reappeared before the drake's skull, fist already buried in its jaw. Bone shattered.
But Cedric staggered backward.
His arms trembled.
His lungs burned.
His veins felt like they carried molten metal instead of blood.
Arhenos watched calmly.
"You are powerful, but your body is not yet a true vessel for divine force."
Cedric wiped blood from his lip.
"Then make me stronger."
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CEDRIC AARON FERALDO — REVEALED BLOODLINE
Arhenos hesitated, studying him with ancient eyes.
"You should know why you were chosen."
Cedric scoffed.
"I was chosen because you were desperate."
"No," Arhenos answered softly. "You were chosen because your blood is unique."
The Feraldo Lineage
🔹 Mother: Amver Feraldo
Known as an ordinary healer.
But traces in her ancestry connect to the Saintly Line—caretakers of dying gods from the Old Pantheon.
🔹 Father: Ariel Feraldo
Declared missing, presumed dead.
But Bureau black archives mark him as part of a hidden expedition in 2008, a Rift that existed before humanity's recorded Awakening.
Cedric froze.
"My father… is still alive?"
Arhenos did not deny it.
"Missing does not mean dead."
Cedric's fists tightened—not in fear, but in newfound resolve.
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CEDRIC'S RELIC — THE GODSLAYER WEAPON
A crystalline shape floated before him—a sword, transparent as glass yet filled with shifting constellations inside.
"The Bureau calls it a relic," Arhenos said.
"But its true name is—"
[ ASTRAL RAZOR — SWORD OF THE FIRST SIN ]
Type: Divine Weapon (Incomplete)
Current Power: 7%
Abilities:
– Cuts through divine barriers
– Absorbs divine essence
– Evolves with Cedric's growth
– Resonates with the Godslayer Core
Cedric touched the blade.
The sword pulsed—alive.
For a heartbeat, Aztarion's titanic silhouette flickered inside its depths.
Arhenos frowned.
"Be cautious. That sword was born from the god you must kill."
Cedric tightened his grip.
"Then I'll use a piece of him… to end him."
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TRAINING ROUND 2 — LIMIT BREAK
Arhenos summoned ten spectral Celestial Knights, each surpassing ordinary A-Rank monsters.
Cedric inhaled.
Symbols whirled behind him.
Space distorted as phantom wings spread.
GODSLAYER FORM 1: PARTIAL MANIFEST
He moved—
Faster.
Sharper.
He tore through three knights before their minds even registered movement.
But the remaining knights retaliated.
Their blades sliced across his shoulders and ribs.
Blood sprayed.
Cedric gritted his teeth.
"Astral…"
His core flared like a miniature star.
"SEVER!"
A blue-gold arc erupted—
The knights froze.
Cracks spread across their armor and bodies.
Then they shattered into dust-like starlight.
Cedric fell to one knee, panting hard.
Arhenos drifted forward.
"You improved. But at this rate…"
His tone darkened.
"Aztarion will descend a fragment into Earth soon. Months—perhaps weeks or days"
Cedric clenched his blood-stained fists.
"Then push me harder."
End of chapter 16