Ascension Beyond Mortality

Smoke curled from the creature’s cracked armor as Elior stalked forward, every nerve in his body alive.

His limbs screamed from strain, his vision flickered at the edges, but the system kept feeding him just enough adrenaline, just enough guidance.

Keep moving. Strike again.

The parasite shrieked and swung wildly, claws raking through the air. Elior ducked, pivoted, and drove his shoulder into the thing’s gut—his strength enhanced beyond anything he’d ever felt before.

A table shattered under the weight of the impact.

The creature hit the floor hard. Blue fluid pooled beneath its back, sizzling as it touched spilled coffee and glass. Its eyes still burned—but it twitched now. Slower. Weaker.

Elior raised the chair leg in his hand like a spear.

[Weak Point Locked – Final Strike Recommended.]

The system didn’t speak in words—it commanded. And for some reason… he obeyed.

He plunged the broken wood into the glowing seam of the creature’s neck.

A crack. A burst of light.

The parasite writhed—and then stopped moving.

Silence fell over the café. Only the flickering lights above and the distant whine of sirens remained.

Lisa peeked up from behind the counter, face pale and hands shaking. “Elior… what the hell was that?”

He dropped the chair leg, his hands stained with blue, steaming blood.

“I think… it w

as something not from Earth.”