The Invincible Full-Moon System

“You didn’t mean it…?”

Kyran asked blankly.

His question was akin to a sewing needle, capable of shutting Krynda’s mouth instantly.

Krynda’s mouth opened and closed, seemingly wanting to refute, but no words came out.

All he could muster to do was look at Maarka.

It hasn’t even been half an hour.

He told Maarka that she was his everything, that he would gladly throw away everything he had for the sake of her. Nothing in this world was more important than her. Now, that promise was being tested by Kyran.

If there was a time to show it to Maarka, the time is right now.

Kyran has given him the opportunity to show it to Maarka and strengthen their relationship.

Though he was doing this for his own agenda, it was still an opportunity.

Seeing Krynda stressing at the options he was forced to choose, Maarka put on an assuring smile, telling him that it was alright without uttering a single word. Above all—he is an Alpha Prime who has sworn to fight for the Scarlet Banes Kingdom.

It was natural for him to choose the kingdom.

A Luna is replaceable, but a kingdom? Not so much.

For what he said moments ago, Maarka knew that he was only being sweet.

Nothing more, and nothing less.

Kyran pressed his claws deeper into Maarka’s shoulder, quickening the bleed, showing Krynda that he had not much time to make a decision, “I heard from the Werewolves on our side that the Origin stated Werewolves only follow the strong. Obviously, Emperor Rex is the strongest, so why hesitate?”

“I assumed every race respected their Origin, but could it be that the Werewolves don’t…?” He added.

At those sharp words, Krynda clenched his fists hard.

He knew that Kyran was only saying this to press further, but his words weren’t false.

The Werewolf Origin said that the throne was reserved only for the strongest Werewolf.

No matter their background, be it a peasant, a royal, as long as the Werewolf is the strongest, then he’ll be sitting as King. But even so, there has never been an instance like this throughout history. Rex wasn’t a traditional Werewolf, and that’s where the problem lies.

Crash!

Out of nowhere, more Werewolves landed in the room, right behind Krynda.

Based on the band, all of them were members of Krynda’s pack.

Seeing someone taking their Luna hostage, these Werewolves turned feral, growling and howling.

“How dare you?!”

“Let go of her or I’ll devour you alive!”

“If you hurt her further, I’ll hunt down everyone you love, and eat them all in front of you!”

Each of them spat out threats.

Empty threats.

Kyran wasn’t worried about them at all, as none of them could pose a threat to him.

And besides, he has Maarka, their Luna, by the throat.

None of them would attack.

Kyran was certain of this because if he were in their place, he also wouldn’t dare to make a risky attack.

“So, Krynda? What’s your answer?” He asked, ignoring the rowdy noises—from the other Werewolves. “I can assure you, the Empress would not mistreat you or your pack despite siding with the defeated princess. All she wanted was peace, to achieve the Emperor’s vision of a safe world. If you agree now, I will guarantee you and your pack’s safety. Of course, that also includes your Luna. So, you should make the right choice.”

Hearing this, the other Werewolves growled furiously.

But Krynda turned and growled at them back, fangs bared, eyes gleaming—shutting them all up.

Then, he turned to Kyran again.

“And if I don’t agree?”

“I will decapitate her right now, carve out the hearts of your pack members, and the war continues.”

Krynda paused.

He drew in a deep breath and swept his eyes over his pack, each one trusting him to choose wisely.

Then, his gaze fell on Maarka, already sobbing profusely.

She knew what his answer would be.

Death was coming for her today, and these tears were her way of accepting that reality.

“I… I’ll surrender.”

Silence.

As soon as those words left Krynda’s lips, a wave of shock rippled throughout the entire room—as this came extremely unexpectedly. None of them, especially Maarka, would ever dare to think that someone like Krynda, a fierce warrior who has seen blood that could drown cities, would surrender.

Once the others processed what he said, the air was charged with intensity.

But Krynda didn’t care.

Even from the start, he has already deliberated whether he should fall to the other side.

After all, the Origin’s words were clear and true.

Rather than losing his Luna, who was his fifth, and has survived for the past four centuries, he would choose to endure the humiliation of a public surrender, ‘To hell with the others. Everyone knows the princess has no chance of winning, but none of them dared to say it out loud. What are we even fighting for?’

Ignoring the complaint from his Betas, Krynda looked at the surprised Maarka.

“I told you, didn’t I…?” He smiled. “I’ll toss everything for you.”

Hearing this, Maarka’s eyes widened.

Confusion flashed first, like a faltering flame, before it slowly gave way to disbelief.

Her lips parted, trembling faintly, but no words came out.

As she stared at Krynda, her tears suddenly ran dry, and her face contorted. Her brows furrowed, and the glimmer of hope in her gaze dulled, replaced by a quiet, withering ache. Krynda didn’t know what was inside her mind, but the faint smile never left his face.

Obviously, she was stunned beyond measure.

It was uncharacteristic of him to do this, but he said what he said.

“I’m surprised, but you made the right choice,” Kyran nodded firmly. “Go outside and do what yo-“

Suddenly, he stopped mid-sentence.

All four of Kyran’s eyes widened—as his gaze trailed from Krynda to outside the shattered walls of the house, looking toward the horizon. Something attracted his attention, so much so that he stopped what he was saying.

For a second there, his predatory pupils dilated.

Then, his ears perked up as he focused on a voice miles away from his position.

Being gifted with acute senses made him incredibly sharp.

Even from miles away, he could hear this voice coming from the main camp’s direction, and he could also tell that this voice belonged to someone he knew. Gelmar. Kyran didn’t know when he came back, but he was here now for some reason, talking with Evelyn.

‘Naela… Naela got hurt…’

Kyran felt someone took his breath away when he heard what Gelmar said.

A piercing ring exploded in his ears, sharp and invasive, drowning out every other sound.

It was as if the noises around him blurred into static, distant and muffled, as though he were underwater.

For him, the room fell into unnatural silence, not by absence of noise, but because the noise no longer mattered. Kyran staggered back from the sofa, away from Maarka, as a sudden sway overtook him and he couldn’t fight it.

On the other hand, Krynda and the other people in the room were confused.

All of them exchanged glances, puzzled by what Kyran was doing.

Even though Maarka was now freed, none of them dared to move, remaining still in their spots.

But through all of that, Kyran didn’t see them. Couldn’t.

His eyes had dropped to the floor, vacant yet twitching, the flicker of something raw and formless was about to surface. As he processed what he heard, his lips parted, closed, then parted again as though he meant to speak but couldn’t remember how.

A tremor ran through his spine as the ringing grew stronger.

Kyran placed his hands on his hips, shook his head slowly, trying to shake the sound out of his skull.

It stayed—the ringing stubbornly stayed.

Only then that he smile.

Not the kind born from humor.

No warmth.

No light.

A breathless, light chuckle escaped him, hollow and ugly in its bitterness.

His aura shifted, not outwardly explosive, but in the way a storm does when the sky forgets to thunder.

Just then, as quickly as it appeared, the ringing stopped.

Kyran raised his gaze.

He snapped.

“Funny… You know, this was all a bluff, right?”

Kyran said, smiling crookedly while pointing around him with his finger.

His gaze fixed on Krynda.

A frown found its way to Krynda’s face, confused as to what he meant by that.

“I mean, even if you refuse to cooperate, I’m not going to kill your Luna. I was actually going to flee this place without doing anything bad to all of you. We can all fight in the war. The Empress…She is like that. She’s prepared to do what’s necessary, something like blackmail, but there’s a line that she didn’t want to cross.”

“I mean, I get it. She knew what having no line looked like. The Emperor is the living embodiment of what would happen.”

“So, yeah… Even if you refused, she wouldn’t even die. It’s a bluff.”

Everyone in the room was surprised by Kyran’s honesty, but they could feel something was brewing.

One could tell from the light behind his eyes.

“Here, you don’t believe me?” Kyran approached Maarka, grabbed her by her head, and threw her at Krynda. “Take her. Aren’t you fucking lucky that you met someone like me? Someone who has morals and could show restraint?”

Kyran shook his head in disbelief and walked away from them.

His vexed anger was mounting through the bulging veins on his neck and face.

Even his eyes turned from azure to crimson, showing the influence of the upcoming Blood Moon.

Then, he turned and walked back towards them again.

“I aspired to be like him… and now I know exactly how he feels,” He continued, then clarified, as he could see confusion on their faces. “I meant the Emperor. You try to get stronger, stronger and stronger, you, you, you tried to get stronger your whole fucking life just to protect the ones you love, but every single fucking time, the world throws someone stronger at you to ruin EVERYTHING!”

“Why—Why can’t everyone just stop hurting the people I love?”

He asked, demanding an answer from Krynda.

But he has none.

“How—How is it fair that you got someone like me?” Kyran pointed at himself, laughing in disbelief. “Someone who acted like he would but would never actually hurt your Luna, while she—the beautiful, perfect woman the Emperor kept pushing on me, kept getting hurt. Over and over. And for what? She never did anything wrong. I did bad things, but I’m trying to do better. While you—you killed a lot of us earlier, and I doubt you have the conscience to change, but your Luna is safe and unharmed.”

Slowly, Krynda pulled Maarka to stand behind him.

It was clear that Kyran was unstable, and he could explode at any moment.

Upon venting out his frustrations, Kyran remained silent for a good minute, only shaking his head.

He clearly couldn’t accept what had happened.

Then, his face returned to normal again as he straightened his back.

Looking ahead blankly, Kyran opened his mouth.

“You know what, I think you should make the wrong choice.” He said menacingly.

“You promised my safety if I accepted—what you are offering,” Krynda answered, trying to snap some sense into Kyran again. “Your Empress commanded you to come here and give me that option. Now, I have already accepted, so you can’t do this. You can’t harm us.”

“I’m not going to leave peacefully anymore,” Kyran shook his head, smiling. “Make the wrong choice. Attack me.”

“…”

Krynda was stunned.

He didn’t know how it ended up like this, and also didn’t know what to do right now.

Something vexed Kyran, but he didn’t know what.

It was then, in a fit of anger—Maarka came out from behind him and charged at Kyran with killing intent.

“Maarka, no!”

Krynda tried to stop her, but it was a second too late.

Flaring her claws, Maarka surged forward with unrestrained fury, moonlight energy crackling along her claws as she slashed at Kyran’s face. Her reasons for the sudden attack were unclear, but the intent was clear enough.

It was unmistakable.

And for Kyran, that was more than enough.

Effortlessly, he grabbed Maarka’s face mid-air and slammed her into the ground hard.

Blood splashed like a fountain, stunning everyone in the room.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!