The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1756: A black hole inside your hand

Cain’s new form was unmistakable, awe-inspiring, and utterly overwhelming. He stood suspended in the sky like a living apocalypse—fifteen meters tall, towering above the landscape like a titan carved from chaos and fire. Every inch of his body radiated power, his presence alone capable of sending shivers down the spines of even the bravest warriors.

His body was a perfect synthesis of brute strength and dark majesty. His massive, muscular frame exuded dominance and control, while his posture—upright, immovable—spoke of divine wrath waiting to be unleashed.

Two enormous, upward-curving horns arched from his skull like a crown of fury, symbols of both regality and savagery. Smaller, jagged horns branched outward from his temples and jaw, giving his silhouette a wild, chaotic edge—like a beast forged from destruction itself.

His face was cloaked in shadow, yet burning from within. A fiery glow bled out from beneath his brow and mouth, revealing only two golden eyes consumed by crimson flames. Those eyes seemed to pierce through reality, overwhelming any who dared gaze into them with the sensation of having their very soul consumed.

His torso was engraved with a vertical column of runes and sigils that pulsed with molten red light. These mystical inscriptions weren’t merely decorative—they emanated pure destructive force. Each symbol added to the natural annihilative might of the Absolute Destruction Doomsday Body.

Cain’s skin was no longer flesh but a hardened armor—blackened, volcanic in texture, cracked like scorched earth with glowing lava-like veins coursing through it. His arms were monstrous: thick with muscle and plated in jagged black scales. These limbs seemed to vibrate with restrained power, especially near the shoulders and forearms where the glowing veins thickened, suggesting that each strike could shatter mountains and rupture space.

His hands were massive and clawed, demonic in shape and brutal in function—tools not for creation, but for absolute, unrelenting destruction. From his back extended enormous, bat-like wings—each one frayed, torn, and lined with jagged edges. Though weathered, they radiated raw, elemental power.

Red, molten light bled through the cracks in the wings, as though he contained a furnace within. With a single movement, they could ignite storms of fire capable of razing cities and reducing entire armies to ash.

His legs, like the rest of his body, were armored and bestial. Every step promised annihilation; every movement was the step of a force of nature. A long, serpentine tail trailed behind him, covered in segmented armor and ending in a wicked, barbed spike. It twitched with silent threat, as if hungry for a target.

Every part of Cain’s new existence, from head to toe, radiated absolute destruction.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Cain’s laughter erupted across the sky like thunder, cracking the heavens themselves. His voice resonated with primal joy.

“This form… It feels just as majestic as my Liberación Total!”

His golden-flamed eyes gleamed with thrill and exultation. As he clenched his fists, he could feel the terrifying strength he now possessed—the power to rip a hole straight through a Prima Deity with a single punch. The transformation was complete. He had become a cosmic catastrophe, a living weapon of the Neo-Demon race.

“The power of our race… it’s incredible!” he declared, his voice a declaration of pride and truth.

Yet even in the heart of this unrestrained exhilaration, Cain did not lose himself to it. His mind remained focused. He sensed a final reservoir of Origin Power still flowing through him—dwindling, but not yet extinguished. He could make use of it.

“There’s still Origin Power left,” he muttered, raising his right hand. “Not much, but just enough…”

Cain’s eyes gleamed as he focused the remainder of that cosmic energy into his palm—more precisely, into the Doomsday Star embedded within it.

The energy began to compress, drawing inward with infinite precision. The process was intricate, breathtaking—a cosmic marvel. The Origin Power collapsed in on itself, forcing the Doomsday Star to reach gravitational singularity.

The new body Cain had forged—resilient beyond mortal comprehension—was strong enough to endure the internal collapse. Though his muscles trembled and his internal organs strained, the structure held. A radiant flash engulfed the sky for a moment.

Then silence.

The Doomsday Star had transformed.

It had become an Astral Black Hole—a singularity infused with balance, restraint, and dominion. Cain’s body quivered momentarily, but he stood firm. His immense vitality allowed him to endure it with relative ease. While this upgrade didn’t provide a vast leap in physical power, it granted a power Cain was eager to test when he rose to the Second Realm.

A calm settled over Cain as the transformation sequence ended. The endless months of agony, rebirth, and growth had finally come to completion. Together with Bahamut and Meylin, Cain had ascended fully into the Third Realm, a feat few in the history of the First Realm had ever accomplished—and he had done so in body, soul, and energy.

He inhaled deeply, steadying the chaotic storm of power still swirling inside him. Then, with solemn composure, he gazed down upon the landmass below. He could feel the presence of billions watching him. Eyes filled with awe, fear, admiration… and hope.

A solemn light lit his features as he raised his hand. His power flowed through the air, stretching from the clouds to the earth, like a new dawn breaking the darkness.

“A new era has arisen for the First Realm,” he spoke, his voice resonant and clear. “The energy is evolving. The cosmic forces are shifting. And so too must you.”

His words weren’t mere declarations. They were proclamations of fate, etched into the hearts of all who heard them.

“Seize this power. Let it drive you higher. Break the sky. Challenge the gods. Stand above them—and ascend the ladder of evolution and power without fear or hesitation!”

The people listened.

His voice ignited something primal inside them—a spark. It wasn’t just inspiration. It was ignition. Cain’s presence, his triumph, and his words would become a catalyst for the entire realm, propelling generations into new heights of strength and discovery. Even he could not have foreseen the long-term impact of that moment.

He smiled quietly, sensing their determination.

But he couldn’t stay.

Even though the First Realm had been healed, the World Will remained cautious. Third Realm entities were still not meant to linger within it, not while the landmass was in recovery. The balance had to be maintained.

It was time to depart.

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