Boom!
A storm exploded in Aiden's mind.
At that moment, all the blood in his body seemed to boil. It felt as if it was about to burst out of him.
Ignoring the rules to absorb abilities.
Breaking through limits.
Amplifying laws ten thousand times.
Wasn't this exactly his "10,000x Critical Hit System"?
So there had never been a system that appeared out of nowhere.
And his transmigration had never been a random accident.
A thousand years ago, Yves, the strongest Divine Emperor of the human race, had torn his own class talent from his body.
He had left it behind as the final, heaven-defying spark for humanity.
And Aiden was the sword bearer chosen by that spark a thousand years later.
Aiden closed his eyes.
He felt the surging Ninefold Chromatic Thunder inside his body, along with the finest essence of the universe from the Transmutation Altar.
At that moment, he finally understood just how heavy the mission on his shoulders truly was.
