My Taming System Makes Me Overpowered

The dark steel of Marcus’s arming sword cut downward in a swift, merciless arc, its edge carrying the absolute finality of an imperial decree. There was no hesitation in that stroke, no mercy hidden in its geometry—only the cold, practiced certainty of a man who had ended a thousand lives and felt nothing for any of them.

Down on the cold stone of the dais, Vince lay motionless, his chest a mass of crushed bone and bleeding tissue. Every breath was a raw scrape of agony through what remained of his ribs. His draconic scales had dissolved into nothingness, leaving only pale, trembling skin exposed to the smoke-thick air. His core was completely drained, an aching hollow where an ocean of power used to churn. His limbs refused to obey his commands, no matter how desperately his mind screamed at them to move, to crawl, to do anything but lie there and wait for the end. The cold shadow of the descending blade stretched across his face, swallowing the last flickers of firelight from the burning tapestries above.

Is this where my story ends? Vince thought, the world slowing to a crawl around him, each heartbeat stretching into its own small eternity. He could hear, faintly, the frantic cries from the balcony above—Elena’s voice cracking on his name, Lyrielle’s breath catching in something between a sob and a scream. He held onto that sound as if it were a rope thrown into a well. If yes then I’ll give my all at creating a flaw in your perfection.

He didn’t try to move his hands. He didn’t try to force a spark from his shattered mana pathways, though some distant, stubborn part of him wanted to. Instead, with a single, unyielding pulse of pure mental willpower, Vince bypassed his broken nervous system entirely and reached directly into the deepest recess of his System inventory, past the ordinary potions and half-used scrolls, down to the one thing he had kept for this certain uncertainty.

System. Consume the Sovereign Transcendent Elixir. Immediately.

The words left his mind like a prayer flung into the dark, desperate and absolute.

[COMMAND CONFIRMED]

[CONSUMING: SOVEREIGN TRANSCENDENT ELIXIR]

[INITIATING ABSOLUTE MORTAL BREAKTHROUGH...]

BOOM!

Before Marcus’s blade could touch a single hair on Vince’s head, an incomprehensible explosion of pure, radiant golden light detonated from Vince’s chest, so sudden and so vast that the very shadows in the throne room seemed to flinch away from it.

It was not mana. It was not kinetic energy or spatial force. It was the raw, unadulterated essence of divine authority, ancient and absolute, the kind of power that history books would later struggle to describe with mere words.

The shockwave of pure celestial pressure struck Marcus’s descending sword like a falling star crashing into a mountainside. The Emperor’s eyes widened—真正的震惊, an emotion so foreign to his face that it seemed almost obscene there—as the spatial edge of his blade was shattered instantly, fragments of enchanted steel scattering like dying embers. The recoil blasted him backward fifty yards through the air, his cape snapping violently behind him, before his boots skidded hard across the ruined marble floor, gouging deep furrows into stone that had withstood centuries of war.

CRACK!

A blinding, multi-story pillar of cosmic golden brilliance erupted upward from Vince, punching straight through the vaulted ceiling of the throne room as though it were parchment, tearing open the storm-choked clouds above the Imperial Capital. Thunder that had rumbled with malice only moments before now seemed to still, as if even the heavens paused to acknowledge what was unfolding below. The divine light washed over the burning city for miles, painting the night sky in brilliant, shimmering gold and erasing every trace of dark war-smoke in an instant. Soldiers on both sides of the siege lines stopped mid-motion, weapons frozen in their hands, faces tilted upward in wordless disbelief.

High on the balcony, Elena, Lyrielle, and Livia threw their arms up against the overwhelming, pristine warmth radiating from the light. Tears streaked down Elena’s soot-stained cheeks—tears she hadn’t allowed herself until this very moment. The suffocating dread that Marcus had imposed on their minds was completely swept away, replaced by an overwhelming, breathless sense of awe that left all three of them trembling, clutching at the balcony railing as if the ground itself might give way beneath the sheer magnitude of what they were witnessing.

Inside the pillar of cosmic light, Vince felt his mortal limitations shatter like thin glass struck by a hammer of pure starlight.

His broken bones didn’t just re-align—they dissolved and reformed into something denser, purer, and completely immortal, each fracture and fissure erased as though they had never existed at all. The dark, hybrid draconic scales were absorbed into his skin, replaced by an ethereal, unblemished radiance that seemed to glow from somewhere beneath the surface rather than upon it. His mana pathways widened into vast, infinite channels capable of housing celestial power, and for the first time since he had fallen to this cursed world, he felt no pain at all—only a vast, humming silence where agony used to live.

[MORTAL CONSTRAINTS PERMANENTLY ERASED]

[DIVINE AUTHORITY: UNLOCKED]

[HOST APEX EVOLUTION: COMPLETE]

The divine pillar of light slowly condensed, folding inward with a grace that felt almost gentle, until it settled around Vince’s hovering figure like a cloak woven from dawn itself.

Vince floated inches above the scorched dais, his boots coming to a soft, weightless rest upon the stone, as though gravity itself had become a courtesy rather than a law. His dark hair drifted as if underwater, glowing softly at the tips with golden starlight, each strand catching the last dying light of the collapsing pillar. When his eyelids opened, his dark purple eyes were gone—replaced by glowing, dual-toned orbs of deep violet and pure, incandescent celestial gold that burned with absolute, quiet majesty, holding within them something ancient and unshakably calm.

Executioner’s Edge materialized in his right hand, no longer a weapon of mortal craft but something reborn alongside its wielder. The grey steel was no longer humming with vector force; it was enveloped in a translucent, golden divine aura that vibrated with higher-dimensional resonance, rendering physical distance and spatial barriers entirely irrelevant, as though the blade itself now existed slightly outside the world it was about to reshape.

Across the ruined hall, Emperor Marcus IV stood with his dark sword held low, his chest heaving from the force of the blast that had thrown him like a discarded doll. For the first time since the siege had begun, a drop of cold sweat rolled down the Emperor’s temple, tracing a slow path through the grime and blood that marked his once-immaculate face. His golden eyes locked onto Vince, narrowing in utter shock as he felt a presence that eclipsed everything he had ever known—a power that did not belong to the mortal realm, that made his centuries of conquest feel, for one unbearable heartbeat, small.

Vince took a step forward. The air beneath his boot rippled with golden rings of light, neutralizing Marcus’s spatial pressure without a single flick of his blade, without so much as a glance in the Emperor’s direction, as if the very act of walking were enough to unmake his enemy’s power.

He looked down at the Emperor, his voice echoing through the vast throne room with a layered, divine resonance that shook the very foundations of the realm, rattling ancient chandeliers and sending fine dust sifting down from the cracked ceiling above.

”This war ends now Marcus,” Vince said softly, his violet-gold eyes glowing in the gloom.