The golden light from the arrow's impact was still fading when the figure stepped forward, his presence cutting through the lingering smoke like a blade.
His armor was sleek, black with golden trimmings that glowed faintly under the flickering blue torches. Every inch of it looked like it was forged for war—smooth, refined, yet deadly. His face was covered by the armor's helt, only his hair spilling out from the back, dark with streaks of gold that shimred when he moved.
But what stood out the most—what made Kieran narrow his eyes—was his gaze.
Bright, glowing gold.
And above his head?
Nothing.
No na. No level. No guild. Just… emptiness.
Kieran's grip on his dagger tightened. That wasn't normal. Every player, NPC, or even enemy in Elysium had an identifier floating above their head. Seeing soone without one was—
"Impossible…" Kieran muttered.
The figure tilted his head slightly, then took another step forward. His movents were smooth, controlled. Effortless.
Kieran raised his dagger slightly, instincts flaring. "Who the hell are you?"
The figure stopped, golden eyes locking onto him.
Then, in a calm, almost amused tone, he spoke.
"Chaosgod."
The na dropped like a weight, settling into the cold air between them.
Kieran's mind raced. That wasn't a player na. That wasn't a title. That wasn't anything he had ever heard before in Elysium.
And yet, the way he said it… like it wasn't sothing he chose. Like it was sothing he was.
Silence stretched between them.
Then—
THOOM!
The Forsaken Guardian roared, its burning crimson eyes snapping back to life. With a furious growl, it raised its massive greatsword and swung—
Straight at them.
Kieran instinctively moved to dodge—
But Chaosgod didn't.
He didn't flinch. Didn't react. Didn't move.
Just as the greatsword was about to slam down on him, the golden glow in his eyes pulsed.
And then—
CRACK!
The mont the blade touched his armor, reality itself seed to distort.
A wave of golden energy exploded outward, sending a deafening shockwave through the tunnel. The Guardian's attack shattered like fragile glass, the entire sword disintegrating into particles of light.
The massive knight staggered, its armor splitting apart from the sheer force of the counter. For a mont, it tried to recover—
But Chaosgod was already moving.
In a blink, he was in front of the Guardian. No wasted motion. No unnecessary theatrics.
Just a single, precise movent.
His hand shot forward, fingers glowing with a faint golden aura—
And then he touched the Guardian's chest.
KRRRRRKKK—!
A low, distorted screech tore through the dungeon as the Guardian's entire body convulsed. Golden cracks spread like wildfire across its form, its crimson eyes flickering wildly—
Then—
BOOM!
The Guardian imploded.
A silent, crushing force collapsed its existence, turning it into nothing but dust and light. No loot. No remains. Just… gone.
Kieran just stared.
The hell did he just see?
Chaosgod exhaled lightly, like he'd just swatted a fly, then turned his glowing gaze back to Kieran.
"Try to keep up," he said, the sa smirk in his voice.
Kieran blinked. His grip on his dagger had gone slack. His mind struggled to process what just happened.
What kind of ability was that? That wasn't a normal skill. That wasn't a ga skill.
And more importantly—
Who the hell was this guy?
Kieran's breath hitched as the dust settled, his heart pounding like a war drum. The whole dungeon trembled, like even the ga itself was struggling to process what just happened.
Chaosgod stood there, completely unfazed. Not even a scratch on his armor. Just those glowing golden eyes watching Kieran, like he was waiting to see his reaction.
Kieran swallowed hard. Yeah. He'd seen so broken abilities before. Glitches, exploits, even so pay-to-win nonsense that made him want to log out and punch sothing.
But this?
This was on a whole other level.
The Forsaken Guardian was a raid-tier boss. The kind of enemy that took a full party, coordination, and a ton of healing items to take down. And this guy? He just… touched it. And boom. Gone. No loot. No death animation. Just straight-up erased from existence.
Kieran's grip on his dagger tightened again, this ti out of instinct. He knew the smart thing to do was to log out, report this guy, and pretend he never saw anything.
But instead—
"Okay," he said, voice steady despite the chaos still ringing in his ears. "What the actual fuck was that?"
Chaosgod chuckled, the sound low and almost amused. "A shortcut."
Kieran squinted. "That wasn't a shortcut. That was cheating."
Chaosgod tilted his head slightly, like he was considering it. Then he shrugged. "Maybe."
Kieran exhaled sharply through his nose, fighting the urge to curse again. "You so kind of dev or sothing? Mod? Hacker?"
Chaosgod didn't answer imdiately. He just turned slightly, eyes flicking toward the dark tunnel ahead. The only light left ca from the flickering blue torches lining the dungeon walls. The golden glow in his eyes made his silhouette look almost unreal.
Then—
"I'm just passing through," he said.
Kieran narrowed his eyes. "Passing through what? The ga? Reality?"
Chaosgod finally looked back at him. The corner of his lips tugged up, not quite a smirk but close. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire
"Both."
Before Kieran could respond, a low rumble echoed from deeper in the dungeon. The torches flickered. The shadows stretched.
Sothing else was coming.
Chaosgod sighed, like he was already bored. "Try to keep up."
Then—he vanished.
Not teleported. Not used a movent skill.
Just—gone.
Kieran's eyes darted around. No particles. No flash of light. No transition animation. Just empty space where Chaosgod had been standing.
"…You've gotta be kidding ."
Another rumble.
Kieran gritted his teeth, then took off running.
He didn't know who this guy was. Didn't know what he was.
But there was only one way to find out.
A sudden ripple ran through the translucent maps in front of Jack and the others.
DING!
[Hidden Dungeon Cleared: Forsaken Catacombs]
Jack blinked, his golden staff resting against his shoulder. "Huh?"
Elanor frowned, tapping the glowing notification. "That was fast… Soone already cleared a hidden dungeon?"
Erren swiped through her interface, her silver brows furrowing. "No way. We just got here, and most players should still be figuring out basic controls."
Arianna crossed her arms, her celestial glow casting soft light around her. "Either a Adams is ssing around… or soone dangerous is in the ga."
Jason narrowed his eyes, scanning the map. The hidden dungeon icon had vanished, leaving only a faint golden glow marking the cleared area. He exhaled slowly. "Looks like we're not the only ones skipping the tutorial."
Jack grinned, his tail flicking behind him. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
Elanor cracked his knuckles. "Go check it out?"
"Go check it out."
Without another word, the five of them vanished—leaving the other players still reeling from their earlier stunt.
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