The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1909

The battle in the highest skies grew more and more apocalyptic as the Scarlet King faced off against three of the greatest powerhouses in the Everstrife Empyrean World.

World Breaker Azan and the Lord of the Last Step were burning with killing intent. Even if they were not being paid, they would still attack with all they had. They had defied and enraged a man capable of simply miraculous talent and power, so they needed to kill him regardless of the price.

Cain’s body pulsed with radiant force, constantly siphoning energy from the void through the Path of Conquest and his Primordial Constitution, infinite Cosmos Ascendant Body, allowing him to unleash explosive strikes that painted the sky with a myriad of elemental colors.

Despite the Scarlet King’s overwhelming might, the three Archdeities were not being left behind. In fact, their power was only rising. Each of them pushed beyond their natural limits, activating forbidden techniques that drained their very lifespans.

Their fear of the talent and might of the Scarlet King became fury, and their killing intent reached unprecedented heights.

They had to kill him—here and now.

Cain felt their intent clearly, even without tapping into The Flow. But he didn’t care in the slightest. He fought on, striking with unrelenting power, adapting, adjusting, and staying one step ahead of the Trinity of Archdeities. Blows were exchanged at godlike speed, and wounds accumulated on all sides.

Cain’s body bore the marks of war—gashes deep enough to expose bone, bruises that split his muscles, and hundreds of cuts riddled across his frame. Yet his eyes still burned with defiance.

The Lord of the Last Step had just landed a precise cut with one of his daggers, embedding the poisoned blade into Cain’s flank, only to reappear in the distance the next second. Landing an attack should have brought delight, but the only expression on Marcus’s face was confusion.

"Why aren’t my poisons weakening him?" That question echoed in his mind as he saw the wounds in the Scarlet King.

He had expected resistance, not complete immunity. What he didn’t know—what no enemy knew—was that the A.I. Chip Module in Cain’s soul analyzed and neutralized all foreign toxins, energy-based or otherwise, before they could affect him.

Of course, Cain didn’t bother explaining. Instead, he extended his right hand and focused all his energy on Marcus. The gravity around the Lord of the Last Step intensified exponentially, space itself growing sluggish as Cain tried to lock him down.

But before Cain could capitalize, Divine Calamity retaliated—reversing the gravitational lock onto Cain himself. Normally, such an attack would crush bones and collapse organs, but Cain’s unique Primordial Constitution allowed him to break free with relative ease. Unfortunately, this distraction bought enough time for the World Breaker to arrive once again.

Azan descended like a living comet, his four weapons—a pair of swords, a mace, and a cubed hammer—lashed out in synchronized brutality. Cain’s mind, enhanced by The Flow, managed to predict and dodge three of the attacks, but the mace still landed, smashing into his chest with monstrous force.

"Crack!"

Pain bloomed as several ribs gave way. Cain was sent rolling through the air, a metallic taste filling his mouth. He coughed, tasting his own blood. The accumulated damage within his body had reached a dangerous threshold. But there was no time to rest. No time to bleed.

Because all three Archdeities were converging upon him.

Divine Calamity floated forward, palms extended as a black hole cannon formed between them, vibrating with enough power to level an entire continent and end the lives of trillions in a matter of seconds. Beside him, Marcus, the Lord of the Last Step, held his twin daggers, their edges vibrating with the full force of his cultivation. His weapons were now sharp enough to pierce a planet’s crust.

And above them all, the World Breaker raised his weapons high, aiming them down toward Cain’s skull—intent on bursting it like a balloon full of blood.

Time seemed to stop.

Cain’s mind raced with divine clarity, powered by a lifetime of training and raw will. Yet, for once, no solution came fast enough. He wasn’t fast enough. Not in his current state.

Then his eyes sharpened.

He found the answer.

"Eighth Gear."

He didn’t scream it. He declared it.

The moment those words left his lips, a single heartbeat boomed through his chest—a sound so deep and ancient it echoed like the birth of a star. The pulse carried the force of planetary ignition, of cosmic awakening.

His heart—a construct reinforced by the Rank 12 Entropy Supernova Star—endured the overwhelming pressure. Had it been weaker, it would’ve exploded then and there. But it held, even as stress fractures began forming across it.

Cain didn’t have the luxury to care.

The world around him blurred. His speed, perception, and internal energy flow surged, now operating at a level beyond the three Archdeities’ comprehension.

In a blur, his left hand dashed to intercept the black hole cannon. His index and middle fingers absorbed the energy, guiding it through his body in under a nanosecond.

"Redirection."

Marcus barely heard the word before a blast of redirected gravitational energy exploded point-blank from Cain’s right hand. It hit Marcus with such speed and force that even he couldn’t dodge. The assassin was launched into the distance like a ragdoll, tumbling through the sky in a smoking trail.

Cain immediately twisted, leveraging the centrifugal force to kick Divine Calamity in the chest. The blow landed with thunderous precision, shattering his ribs and sending him plummeting like a meteor.

And then came Azan.

The World Breaker swung his four weapons downward—all his might focused on Cain’s head. But the Scarlet King was ready.

He raised both arms and crossed them above his head, forming a shield of muscle, flame, and gravitational force.

"CLAAAAANG!!!"

The weapons collided with Cain’s arms, creating a sound like the clashing of planets. The impact cratered the very sky, creating a rupture in the fabric of reality that spilled light and darkness across the battlefield.