Awakening: Reincarnating With the SSS-Level Extraction Talent-Chapter 505: The Five Creators’ Appearance

Alex stood still, his eyes locked on the five [Creators] seated before him.

Now that the veil of darkness had been lifted, their full forms were visible for the first time.

No more shadows, no hidden glimpses.

This time, he could truly see them.

And so, he did.

From left to right, he began to observe them all carefully, taking in their appearance, presence, and the strange weight each one carried.

The first figure was familiar, seated atop a throne of cracked black obsidian, surrounded by floating, expressionless masks and a single lifeless statue of a [GBlaster] looming above like a forgotten god.

[Vexum, The Shattered One]

It was the same figure Alex had met back in the [Palace of Destiny].

Tall, hollow, and haunting, Vexum looked like something caught between life and death.

His head was shaped like a smooth white skull, a single black crack running jagged over one eye like a scar that never healed.

He wore a high-collared black coat, its edges drifting slightly as if suspended by invisible threads.

His gloved hands, long and pale, rested on the arms of his throne, black voids yawning open in each of his palms.

"Good to see you again!" Vexum laughed lightly, pointing directly at Alex, "Always believed in you!"

Alex raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

The second creator sitting beside Vexum chuckled with a loud grin.

"Liar. He bet everything that you'd be dead in round three!"

Alex sighed quietly.

"Can't really blame him."

From there, Alex shifted his gaze to the next figure, someone he hadn't seen before.

Unlike Vexum's haunting aura, this one radiated overwhelming strength and heat.

His throne wasn't carved from stone or metal but made of raw, flickering flame, rising upward and crowned by a molten crown inscribed with the bold, strange title, [Big Muscles].

[Maleth, The Roaring Flame]

Maleth had a body like a living furnace.

Four thick, muscular arms crossed over his chest, his skin a deep, burning crimson.

Two long, jet-black horns curled back from his head like blades, and fire clung to his shoulders like a cape, pulsing and writhing with each breath he took.

"Something weird about my appearance?" Maleth rumbled, narrowing his crimson eyes as Alex looked him over.

"You look like an oni," Alex said flatly, "Not that I care."

"An oni?!" Maleth shouted, practically leaping out of his throne, "Oh, the disrespect!"

Alex let out a dry breath, unimpressed, and moved on.

The third creator was the only woman among them, seated elegantly on a throne carved from smooth, black stone.

The stone was entwined with glowing vines of emerald light that pulsed rhythmically like a heartbeat.

[Sylvaine, The Gentle Devil]

She sat with one leg crossed over the other, an arm draped lazily over the side of her throne.

Her silver hair shimmered like a cloud caught in moonlight, long and flowing past her waist.

Her emerald eyes glowed softly, yet Alex sensed something deeper in them, something hidden behind the kind smile she wore.

Her black dress floated around her as if suspended in water, and thin silver chains wrapped delicately around her wrists and neck, more like restraints than jewelry.

"Did you fall for me at first sight?" she teased with a smile.

"No one would fall for you, old lady," Maleth barked out a loud laugh, "Am I right, Vexum?"

"No comment," Vexum replied, arms behind his head as he leaned back.

It was strange.

The Creators, the ones responsible for everything, the Chosen Games, the Trials, even the fate of every world, were surprisingly casual. Relaxed. Almost playful, even.

Was it a facade? Some act they put on for his benefit? Or had the weight of their position simply lost all meaning to them over time?

Alex didn't know, nor did he care.

He kept moving.

The fourth Creator sat upon a throne of broken black metal, its jagged edges surrounded by dozens of floating weapons.

Swords, spears, guns, even relics Alex recognized from half-remembered legends, all spinning lazily through the air in a chaotic orbit.

[Octave, The Chaotic One]

Octave himself sat sideways on his throne, legs crossed and spinning a thin blade between his fingers like it was a coin.

He wore a sharp, dark-blue suit with his sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing silver rings on nearly every finger.

His hair was short, messy, dyed a cool blue to match the piercing azure eyes that stared at Alex like he was prey. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

"Don't mind me," Octave smirked, still flipping the blade, "Just figuring out whether I like you enough not to toss this your way."

"Our guest isn't here to die," Maleth roared, "Don't try anything funny."

"Your muscles can't save you from me," Octave grinned with a flash of white teeth, "But fine. I'll behave… for now."

Finally, Alex turned to the last figure.

This one hadn't spoken at all, not once.

But the moment their eyes met, Alex felt a deep stillness take hold, like everything around them had gone quiet.

[Cael, The Silent Light]

Cael sat in perfect stillness atop a pale, smooth throne that radiated a soft silvery light.

It wasn't cold, or warm, just… present.

Like moonlight on a calm sea.

He wore a loose robe the color of ash and snow, the fabric flowing down like mist untouched by any breeze.

His short white hair was tousled gently, and his skin was pale, almost translucent.

But it was his eyes, those calm, colorless grey eyes, that held Alex's attention.

They weren't cruel. Weren't kind. They were simply… still.

Cael said nothing.

Only offered a slow nod, as if acknowledging Alex was enough.

Alex nodded back, then looked at the group.

"I'm done watching you all. Now it's your turn, explain."

The energy shifted.

The Creators' eyes sharpened.

They had been waiting for this.

Vexum clapped his hands with a grin.

"All right, are you ready?"

"More than ever," Alex answered.

"Telling you everything all at once would be boring," Maleth said, arms crossed, "Besides, you wouldn't really understand just hearing it."

"So instead," Sylvaine said with a gentle smile, "We'll show you. Everything. The past, the truth, the reasons behind the Chosen Games, all of it."

"We'll use visual panels for that," Octave added, now twirling the knife before suddenly hurling it at Alex without warning.

Alex's body moved instinctively, tilting just enough for the blade to whistle past his cheek and strike the ground behind him.

"Just testing your reflexes," Octave grinned, "You're sharp. Good."

With all four of them speaking, Alex slowly turned toward the last one.

Cael's voice was quiet, calm and without any tone.

"Good luck."

That was all he said.

And then, with perfect synchronization, the five Creators lifted their hands, spinning their fingers in a strange, flowing motion.

In an instant, Alex blinked, and vanished.

A breathless pause filled the realm.

"Will this kid manage it?" Maleth asked, folding two arms while scratching his chin with a third.

"It's not that dark," Vexum replied, sounding casual.

"Besides, he already knows most of it. We're just giving him the final pieces."

And so, they all waited, eyes turned upward, watching the place Alex had disappeared into.

…

When Alex opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the realm of thrones.

No longer standing on a rocky platform.

There were no creators around him.

No structures. No light. Only space.

Endless, swirling purple space.

Stars drifted far off in the distance, and behind them, currents of blue and silver light danced across the void like auroras frozen in place.

There was no ground beneath him. No platform.

He simply floated in the heart of the unknown. This was the place.

This was where he would finally learn the truth, about the Creators, the Chosen Games, and everything that had happened.

The truth behind the trials.

The real reason he was forced to fight, to survive, and to push beyond his limits over and over again.

And after that… what came next, even Alex couldn't guess.

But he was ready.

Everything he had done, everything he had sacrificed, every person he had fought for, it hadn't been for nothing.

Not anymore. And now, it was time to understand the full truth. Once and for all.