Completely unexpected.
Wang Chen's eyes widened in genuine shock. He hadn't been expecting Doomclock to evolve—much less like this. When he first acquired the skill, it had merely been Rare grade. Useful, yes. Reliable, absolutely. But still something that belonged to the lower tiers of power.
Yet it was the skill he relied on the most.
Because Doomclock was honest plain skill.
It didn't rely on flashy destruction, overwhelming force, or fragile momentum. It simply ended things. Cleanly. Inevitably.
Too damn practical.
But now… it hadn't evolved into Epic grade.
It had leaped straight into Transcendental.
The same realm as Garden of Eternity.
The same league as Chronoblade.
For a brief moment, Wang Chen simply sat there, his thoughts lagging behind reality.
"This is absurd…"
Even he—someone who had grown numb to system miracles—needed a moment to process this.
