Luxury cars, designer wears, watches, mansions, and penthouses worth millions, Aron had it all. To him, money was nothing but a number. He was so wealthy that he believed even God Himself couldn’t make him taste poverty.

But everything changed when the one he loved, the only person he considered family, betrayed him. In a single moment, everything he had worked so hard to achieve was taken and destroyed, leaving him with nothing.

Devastated and consumed by hate, rage, and hopelessness, Aron realized that no matter what he tried, he would never be able to get close, let alone take revenge, for all he had lost.

That was until a notification appeared before every human in the world:


[Your world has arrived at its waking brink.]
[You have awakened the talent: Talent Bank.]


And so, the apocalypse began.

Thunder rolled across the heavens, splitting the sky in two.


Aron sat unmoving, cross-legged in perfect meditation. 


Lightning flashed above, but he simply raised one hand toward it.


 His manifested avatar followed the motion, mimicking him in unison.


As those words left his lips, the heavens trembled as if in response.


Light burst from Aron's body, so radiant it tore through the storm itself. 


The thunder dispersed instantly, swallowed by his brilliance.


The two familiars were flung back by the shockwave, shielding their eyes from the blinding glow. 


Aron remained in his meditative pose, now levitating several feet above the ground.


 Light continued to surge from his body, swirling into a column that reached the heavens.


 Wind and sand spun violently around him.


Bolts of lightning shot upward, piercing the sky of the familiar plane.


Chapter 97 - Ten Bells of the Path