I stared at the flickering remnant of what had once been the God of Darkness. All that remained was an orb of unstable, pulsing energy—trembling in place like it was terrified of . As if it were hiding the last echoes of sothing far more ancient than even gods. A fragnt of a primordial force.
I couldn’t help but laugh internally, my lips curling into a smirk despite the pain still echoing faintly in my bones. It was comically ironic, honestly. This whole situation reminded of that ancient scribble—Baldy.
The self-proclaid archivist of forbidden truths. Baldy had likely thought of Chaos too... and that alone was what got him killed. ’How poetic.’
And now ? I’d only said the word—Chaos—and the God of Darkness had unravelled like paper in fire.
’Was I just that damn strong?’
I chuckled to myself. One word. Just one na, and even so-called immortals fell to their knees, begging for rcy or running in blind terror. Maybe it wasn’t sothing to be proud of, it wasn’t fair play exactly, but who the hell cared about that?
"I sure as hell didn’t," I muttered, grinning like a maniac.
But before I could savor that sweet taste of invincibility, sothing broke.
A searing lance of pain exploded through my skull. It was sudden, vicious, and all-consuming. No warning. No build-up. Just agony.
I stumbled backward, clutching my head as if I could rip the pain out with sheer force. It felt like a thousand parasites were tunneling into my brain, chewing through every mory, every nerve, every ounce of rationality.
A scream burst from my lungs—raw and primal. I dropped to my knees, and then fully to the ground, thrashing as the tornt intensified.
My hands shot to my scalp, pulling, scratching. I yanked out clumps of hair, digging deep enough to draw blood. Thick, warm trails of crimson dripped down my face, staining the ground beneath .
’This... this was so random.’ Even the strange force—the one that had forced to absorb the Primal Fragnt of Chaos earlier—was gone. Absent. Like it had left to die.
And for a mont, I genuinely thought I would die. That my story would end here—curled up in a pool of my own blood, howling like a rabid dog.
But then...
A thought.
A single, flickering ember of insanity sparked in my mind: ’What if I absorbed the Chaos fragnt again? Maybe then... the force would return. Maybe the pain would stop.’
It was desperate. Stupid. Reckless.
But it was all I had.
I began crawling.
Every inch of movent felt like dragging a mountain. My fingernails tore away from my skin as I clawed at the stone floor, saring blood in my wake.
My face—already torn and ruined—was barely more than exposed muscle. I couldn’t even see through the blood blinding my eyes. But I felt it. The orb.
It pulsed with power just ahead.
With a trembling hand, I reached forward—barely a few milliters away—and touched it.
And the mont my fingers grazed its surface, a familiar chi echoed in my ears.
[ Primal Fragnt of Chaos detected. ]
[ Absorption will begin in 3... 2... 1... ]
I braced myself.
Expecting the sa soul-flaying agony from before—waves of pain so powerful they made death seem like rcy.
But instead...
Bliss.
Pure, unfiltered euphoria.
The mont the absorption began, warmth flooded my body. My blood boiled with vitality. Muscles nded. Bones realigned. My torn skin regenerated faster than it had been shredded.
The broken ss of flesh that was once my face beca whole again, smoother, even healthier than before. My hair, once soaked in blood, now glead black with an almost celestial shimr.
I felt alive. More than that—I felt reborn.
And when it finished, the system didn’t disappoint.
[ Ding!!! ]
[ Primal Fragnt of Chaos absorption complete. ]
[ Chaos Embryonic Core saturation: 100% ]
[ Chaos Embryonic Core evolving... ]
[ Evolution complete: Chaos Embryonic Core → Nascent Rift Core ]
[ Control over Chaos granted. ]
[ Repercussions from using Chaos have decreased. ]
[ Current Mastery: Low ]
I blinked. Control over Chaos?
I finally understood. The earlier tornt I’d experienced... It wasn’t sothing random or done by Ness. It was because I used Chaos without understanding or control. A re mortal trying to wield a force older than gods—without permission.
’Now? Now, I had permission.’
No, not just permission—I had dominance. ’Actually no, not dominance. My mastery is abysmal.’
"Still..." I muttered to myself, wiping away the last of the blood from my jaw, "It’s not going to get any easier from here."
I stood up, fully regenerated, stronger than ever. My muscles humd with power. My senses expanded. The world slowed around ever so slightly. And with a grin, I spoke aloud—
"System, show my stats."
The familiar panel slid into view, almost eager this ti.
——
[ Status Screen ]
Na: Einar Sanguis
Rank: Mortal
Physique: Chaos Incarnate
Affinity: Chaos
Quest: None
Skill: [ Wild Symbiote ]
— [ Stats ] —
Health: 15,000 / 15,000
Strength: 670
Agility: 800
Endurance: 950
Intelligence: 80
Luck: 3
——
My eyes widened slightly. The boost was insane. But one thing stuck out like a sore thumb.
"My luck... dropped again? What the fuck!!"
[ System: The number of atrocities you’ve committed has increased. ]
[ System: It’s karma, bitch! ]
[ ಠ_ಠ ]
I sighed, resisting the urge to punch the imaginary system window.
Seriously—what did I even do? Kissed another man’s wife? Killed a few hundred "innocent" flowery people? Tried to solo-run from Duskholm? Nearly killed a god?
I shrugged.
"Hmph. Nothing too serious."
Still, one thing bugged .
"System. Where the hell were you while I was fighting for my life back in Duskholm?"
[ System: External force interference prevented contact. ]
"Useless."
[ System: Hey! You were the one who waltzed into a god’s den like an idiot! ]
[ System: That was on you, not ! Hmph! ]
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