Genius Noble With System
Chapter 229: Talent shocking the past, present and future

Chapter 229: Talent shocking the past, present and future

The celestial figure nodded slowly, their form flickering with faint amusement. "Do not let the titles confuse you, Apollo. Names are but labels. What matters is what they represent—and the ties that bind them."

For a moment, Apollo could only stare. The implications of this being addressed with such familiarity were staggering. "Why would someone like you call yourself my brother? What connection could we possibly share?"

Mevtharion nodded, his celestial aura pulsing gently, a faint amusement flickering in their eyes. "Naturally fifth brother because you are the sixth junior according to master."

Apollo’s eyes widened slightly. "Master? Sixth Junior?" He echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief. "What are you talking about? When did he have another master?"

Mevtharion’s expression remained calm, though the faint amusement lingered. "Our Master, the one of the three who laid the foundation of the Sky Tower itself, has chosen five disciples in the earliest epochs of creation. Each was entrusted with a part of his vast legacy, destined to shape the course of existence in their own time."

He paused, his gaze locking with Apollo’s. "I am the fifth disciple. And after billions of years, you, Apollo, are the Sixth."

Apollo took a step back, his mind racing. "That’s impossible. I’ve never even met this so-called master. How could I be one of his disciples?"

Mevtharion raised a hand, gesturing toward the faintly cracked pillar behind them. "The thirteenth light you awakened was not just a measure of your potential."

"In fact, if it comes to talent, twelve is the highest level, but the thirteen light is different; it’s more of an anomaly that shouldn’t exist or isn’t bound by the universe and transcends it."

"Hmm, transcends universe; it sounds awesome." Apollo was surprised, as he didn’t expect the thirteenth light to have such meaning."

"Haha, awesome. It’s more than you can imagine. Do you know how many have such talent and fate throughout the history of the entire universe, from the beginning of time to the creation of the universe? " he asked Apollo, who couldn’t answer and could only look at Mevtharion.

"Nine... only nine such beings in such a long span and infinitely large dimension that time itself loses its meaning."

"But now it has changed, as the tenth person has appeared, " he said with a smile as he looked at Apollo.

"This..." He was shocked; he didn’t expect that there were previously only nine people before him who reached the thirteenth level in the infinite universe.

How could he not be shocked, as although he didn’t know much, he could guess the sheer massiveness by comparing the size mentioned by Domain Lord. Even then, in billions or more trillion years, there were only nine such people.

He instinctively clenched his fists, staring at Mevtharion. "This doesn’t make sense," he muttered, almost to himself. "I’m strong, sure, but to stand in the same league as beings who defy the universe itself?

Mevtharion’s smile didn’t waver, but his gaze grew sharper, as though peering into Apollo’s very soul. "Doubt is natural, Sixth Junior. But let me ask you—what makes you so certain this is not you? Perhaps it is your talent, your relentless will, or perhaps... something more unique to you."

Apollo’s thoughts immediately turned to the System, the entity that had guided him, empowered him and pushed him to where he was now. ’Could it be the system?’ He wondered, a flicker of unease rising in his chest.

Mevtharion seemed to sense his turmoil. "You believe this is the result of something external, don’t you? Some stroke of fortune or divine intervention?"

Apollo hesitated, then nodded.

Mevtharion chuckled, a low, resonant sound that echoed through the frozen space. "Perhaps whatever adventure you have might be powerful and helpful. But let me tell you something, Sixth Junior. Even the most powerful tools or blessings mean nothing without the strength of the one who wields them."

"In the end, it’s you who matter the most; just believe in yourself, and you will eventually find your way."

Mevtharion’s gaze softened. "You are more than just the sum of your circumstances, Apollo. The thirteenth light is proof of that. It is not simply a measure of talent—it is a declaration of freedom from the constraints of reality itself."

He didn’t fully understand what it meant to be not bound by fate, but the thought stirred something deep within him—a fire that burnt brighter than ever before.

"So," Apollo said, his voice steady despite the storm inside him, "if I’m the tenth, then what happened to the others? The nine before me?"

Mevtharion’s expression turned solemn, his celestial glow dimming slightly. "Each of them carved a path unlike any other, shaking the foundations of the universe itself."

"What is more interesting is the ninth person to reach the thirteenth level is also someone from Rion just like you who appeared a million years ago, shocking all the three ancestors of the Sky Tower."

"What, someone from Rion?" Apollo was surprised and asked.

"Yes, and you might have heard of him as he was the famous Sword God of Rion."

Apollo’s eyes widened in disbelief. "The Sword God of Rion?"

Mevtharion nodded, his expression serious yet tinged with a faint smile. "Indeed. The ninth person to awaken the thirteenth light and with the fate to transcend the universe’s constraints hails from the same land as you. His legend has echoed across countless dimensions, a name revered and feared alike—Sword God Vallorn."

Apollo’s thoughts raced. The Sword God of Rion was a name he’d heard only in passing, whispered in awe by those who spoke of legends. Stories painted him as a figure of unparalleled strength and mastery, capable of severing mountains and stars alike with a single swing of his blade.

But to think that Sword God had also stood where he now stood, had also awakened the unattainable thirteenth light—it was almost too much to process.

"I thought he was just a myth," Apollo muttered, half to himself.

Mevtharion chuckled softly. "Many do. But I assure you, he is very real. His feats shook the cosmos, and his path carved a legacy that even the Sky Tower’s ancestors could not ignore."

"Okay, that’s it. Now to the important thing for which I came," he said, his tone suddenly serious. With that, he quickly brought out a token that seemed to hold the secrets of the cosmos, marked with the radiance of a bright star.

"Take this, brother. Once you’re ready, activate it with your spiritual force. It will transport you to the Universal Dojo, the place of our master. Then we can talk more."

As he spoke, the mysterious token floated toward Apollo, merging seamlessly with him before vanishing from sight. Yet Apollo could sense its presence deep within. He knew instinctively that he could summon the token whenever he wished.

With that said, Mevtharion disappeared, and instantly the stopped space-time again started to move, and everything returned to normal, like what he felt was some dream, but the presence of a mysterious token proved that it all was true.

He clenched his fist slightly, feeling the faint echo of the token’s energy humming within him. ’The Universal Dojo... our master...’ The words reverberated in his mind, carrying an inexplicable gravity and expectation.

The cracked Sky Pillar still glowed faintly, bearing witness to Apollo’s extraordinary feat, but now seemed to be repaired, and the glow on it seemed to have changed from thirteen to the eight glow.

And the cold mechanical voice seems to echo again. "Eight floor."

"Hmm..." Seeing this, he felt a bit confused, and the reaction of the crowd was also unexpected.

"Hiss! The eighth floor—it’s equal to James!"

"Yes, finally, a second person has reached such a level!"

The crowd of trialists began whispering among themselves, their faces filled with shock and astonishment. However, only Apollo understood what had truly happened.

"Could it be because of Fifth Brother? Did he do something to make them forget what just happened?" He murmured to himself, suspicion flickering in his eyes.

But what else could it be? If Fifth Brother could stop time and freeze ten thousand trialists—even domain lords—then it wasn’t surprising that he could make ten thousand people forget something as well.

Master Aaron and others from their group—Alyona, Idris, and even Pussy King—seemed unaware of anything unusual. They, like the rest of the trialists, were caught up in the amazement of Apollo matching James’ record.

Taking a deep breath, Apollo let his face relax into an expression of calm confidence. He turned to Master Aaron and his group.

"It’s done," he said simply. "Let’s see what comes next."

The crowd continued to buzz with excitement, and trialists lined up eagerly for their turn at the Sky Pillar.

As among their group, the only pussy king left who didn’t have tested, and frankly, Apollo was also looking forward to what kind of result it would show.

And with time, it was finally pussy king’s turn.

The elegant white cat stretched lazily, its fur gleaming like freshly fallen snow. Despite its nonchalant demeanour, there was an undeniable air of mystery surrounding the feline. The crowd, initially sceptical, began to murmur.

"A cat? Is it going to test?"