The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1878: Self Control

Rex didn’t care about other guys hitting on Lilliana.

She’s beautiful, so it was natural for her to have many suitors.

But he was worried about the transforming blood inside her that was still sensitive. Becoming one of the Silverstars not only yields more power from the mixture of races, but it also comes with other things that are also as important.

Rex believed that the sisters, due to their experience in battle and life, had strong self-control.

In comparison to the rest of the pack members, they were most certainly among the top or even the top.

However, he needed to keep in mind that the sisters had only turned into werewolves.

Davina got the time to adjust to her new body more, but that wasn’t entirely the case for Lilliana.

She had only been a Silverstar for a day, so she’s prone to being sensitive.

And he was right to be worried about that.

<Notice: the user’s pack member, Lilliana’s berserk stat is nearing berserk range!>

“Shit…” Rex cursed aloud.

“What?” Davina asked in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know what kind of group of friends you came in contact with, but your sister is now angry.”

“That’s not possible. Annoyed, maybe. But angry? I really doubt that.”

“Just focus on your connection. I’m not lying.”

Unlike Rex, Davina couldn’t sense the connections she shared with her pack members automatically. She was still too new to this side of herself. So, she closed her eyes and concentrated, searching for the nearest thread of connection.

It didn’t take long for her to lock in on the connection.

And the moment she did, fire coursed through her veins.

“What…?” Her eyes snapped open as she sucked in a cold breath. “How did this happen?”

Rex told the taxi driver to go even faster.

No sooner had they arrived at the mall than he was out of the taxi and sprinting inside—not sparing a single glance at the towering glass and lights around him. Notifications flickered relentlessly across his vision—Lilliana’s berserk stat had hit seventy percent and showed no sign of stopping.

She would lose to bloodlust the moment it hits eighty percent.

Even right now, she must already be seething in anger.

“Shit, where is she?” Rex looked left and right at the lobby, searching for any sign of Lilliana.

As soon as he entered the mall, the air inside was completely different. It was distorted, making it nearly impossible to track Lilliana’s exact position. Considering that the connection between him and his pack members is intangible, he never thought it was possible to confuse it like this.

But now he knew.

Rex gritted his teeth and ran for the escalator, eyes darting across every floor—searching for some sort of commotion. The connection tugged him forward until he stood before a ramen shop. People eating there looked at him with confused expressions.

He ignored them and searched their faces.

Lilliana wasn’t among them.

“Damn it,” Rex cursed aloud. “The connection is inaccurate.”

Just then, his eyes widened in realization.

System, scan this entire mall and locate Lilliana.

<Scanning…>

Rex was too rushed that he forgot that he had the System, which would work without a doubt.

“I don’t see her,” Davina frowned.

She turned to look at Rex and saw that his eyes were looking at the wall and then down to the floor.

It was almost like he could see through everything.

“Found her,” Rex’s eyes stared at the ceiling. The System found Lilliana at the top-most floor, and from the way she moved, she looked like she was distressed. “She’s on the top floor with nine other people. Let’s go!”

Rex’s eyes fixated on the upper floor, intending to leap over instead of going through the escalator.

He also summoned his black lightning to increase his speed.

But the moment his feet left the floor, something grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down.

“No powers within the mall premises,” A security guard who was merely a four-star Demigod blocked his path, reaching him before he could launch himself to the upper floor. Rex should have been able to brush past him without effort, yet the guard radiated something that made him far stronger than his rank suggested. “If you wish to go up, please use the escalator or the lift. I can direct you.”

Rex stared at the security guard right in the eyes.

His chest was heaving up and down as anger prickled his blood.

And this made the security guard’s eyes narrow.

Some of the other security guards from the lower and upper floors went to the glass railings, watching over them closely. If Rex made a move, then all of them would come down to subdue him for certain, and Davina saw this.

“Rex…” She tugged on his arm. “Let’s not make trouble here. Besides, we need to hurry.”

Both of them came to get Lilliana, not to fight.

Before Rex could utter a word, she had already positioned herself between him and the security guard, deftly preventing any confrontation. Her smile was pleasant—disarming. “Would you mind showing us where the lift is? We need to get to the top floor.”

“Of course, right this way,” the security guard broke eye contact and led the way.

The three of them went to the lift.

As soon as they were inside and the button for the top floor was pressed, Rex’s hand shot out and caught the security guard by his shoulder before he could retreat. “You’re coming with us,” His voice was iron. “There’s a situation up there, and you’re going to be the one to handle it.”

“Okay,” the security guard nodded without complaint. “Can you let me go now, Sir?”

Meanwhile, on the second floor of an upscale restaurant, enclosed by a glass dome that offered a surreal sweeping view of Larta City, a standoff unfolded. Six people faced off against three. Despite the number, the smaller group appeared to be the one having control of the moment.

All three were standing before the staircase, and nobody could get down.

On the second floor, the air was tense. Charged.

Fortunately, there is nobody else there other than these two groups and a few panicking waiters.

A man in a dark green polo shirt and chino pants stood in the front of the bigger group.

“Bastard!” Aaran cursed, staring at the man across from him with an insufferable, smug smile plastered on his face. “Was it necessary to put your hands on her? I didn’t realize the prestigious Aksa stopped at such pettiness.

“All because she accidentally bumped into you, you’re going to make this difficult for us?!” He roared.

Behind him, Lilliana was holding one side of her face that was slightly red.

A couple of people were consoling her.

“Acting strong in front of the girl, Aaran?” Aksa sneered—as the people beside his snickers. “Do you even have the background to speak to me like that? You and your friends can leave, but leave that girl. She ruined my mood, and all I asked was for her to sit down for dinner. Just to mend my mood.

“And she…” He pointed at Lilliana. “Have the audacity to refuse? Who does she think she was?”

“If she apologized, will you drop this?” Aaran swallowed his anger and asked nicely.

“Maybe, but it has to be genuine,” Aksa rubbed his chin and inspected Lilliana. He could see that her body was shaking. Her face was hidden, but he assumed she was shocked and scared. “And she has to say it on her knees.”

“No,” Aaran refused fervently. “She’s going to apologize, but not on her knees.”

He turned around and approached Lilliana.

Even though it was hard to ask her to do this, they couldn’t offend Aksa.

“Lilliana,” He started softly. “Just say sorry to him, and I’ll back you up. He won’t ask for more.”

“Are you serious?” A woman beside Lilliana exhaled sharply. “From the start, Lilliana bumped into him because of him! He deliberately turned when he knew she was behind him. This is a setup. Go tell him to fuck off.”

“I can’t,” Aaran almost shouted, but he managed to restrain himself. “If we don’t bow down, Aksa will make this even worse. Just do what the man asks. Don’t let him ruin our night. We are supposed to have fun, not this.”

“Apologize? I’ll break his legs,” Lilliana whispered, soft and certain. She raised her head and exposed her glowing eyes. “Tear his skin off.”

“W-Wha—?” Aaran was taken aback by his response.

The moment he laid his eyes on the sisters, especially Lilliana, he thought that the two of them were proper and elegant. He didn’t know they were, but he was certain that they came from a well-respected family.

Just their appearance alone made that certain.

But the sisters didn’t only have that; they also have demeanor, and the way they talk is perfect.

Anyone who talked with them would find themselves soothed into their sway.

Now, the person he saw was nowhere to be seen. Lilliana looked feral, and she meant every word.

“Get out of my way.” Lilliana freed herself from her friends’ grips—and pushed past Aaran. “I’ll handle this myself. I’m already irritated enough thanks to that annoying little sister of mine, and now I have to deal with this?” She exhaled slowly. “There’s only so much patience I have left.”

“Oh?” Aksa smiled at the pleasant surprise. “You weren’t scared? I thought you were.” He snickered and looked at Aaran mockingly. “At least one of you got some balls. Come on then, what are you going to do?”

“Lilliana,” Aaran caught her arm. “Don’t give in to him.”

“Let go.”

“If you attack him, you’ll be in big trouble!”

“I said, let go!” Lilliana roared and snapped her head towards Aaran.

Anger had already warped her beautiful features. Her canine fangs that were hidden inside her mouth poked out, pressing into her lips, drawing thin lines of red. More of her beast side crept to the surface with every breath.

But Aaran didn’t let go.

He wouldn’t let her ruin herself because of Aksa’s childish taunt.

This only angers Lilliana.

Brak—!

Lilliana shoved him harder, knocking him back until he hit the table.

“No, don’t do it!” Aaran reached out his hand and called, but he was too far to reach her again.

Just as when he thought Lilliana was about to pounce, her body froze in her spot.

She stared ahead, eyes widening.

She wasn’t looking at Aksa, but over him, at someone standing by the staircase.

Aksa raised an eyebrow when she came to an abrupt halt. Cold feet—he assumed. But then someone walked past him from behind, shouldering him aside as if he were barely worth noticing. That was when he understood: her hesitation had nothing to do with fear.

It was because of this man.

“Don’t give in to the anger,” the man said, raising his index finger at Lilliana. “And don’t suppress it. Feel it and then control it. Let the anger empower you, but not inhibit your mind. It takes a long time for me to do it, but you can do better.”

Instead of listening, Lilliana bared her fangs and let out a low growl.

She was resisting.

That growl was a mistake. The man seized her face, tilting it up until her eyes met his glowing crimson, dominating. “Did you just growl at me?” His voice was raw, angry. “I’m your Alpha. Retract your fangs. Now.”

Realizing what she did, Lilliana snapped back to reality.

Not too far away, Aaran and his friends stared at the man with an evident frown.

None of them recognized who he was.

However, what stunned them the most was that Lilliana actually listened to him.

Aaran tried his hardest to reach her. To make her understand that attacking Aksa would ruin everything. She did not hear him. His words meant nothing. But this man was different. Somehow, impossibly, he had absolute control over Lilliana.

“Hey! Who the fuck are you?!” Aksa roared and pointed at the man.

But the man didn’t move.

He ignored Aksa’s words as if they weren’t worth a response.