The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1782: Primeval Genesis Body and Supercomputer Assistant

“AHHHHHHHH!”

A scream of raw, undiluted agony tore through the air, erupting from the lungs of a gargantuan entity. He resembled a humanoid machine—a robotic behemoth the size of an island, armored and seemingly impervious. And yet, his massive chest cracked violently as a draconic claw plunged into it, shattering the core within.

His name was Azor, a Prima Deity who had existed for millions of years. He was neither human nor monster, but a living phenomenon—a unique lifeform birthed from a cosmic convergence. He had once been revered, feared, and worshipped as a cosmic force. But none of that changed his fate.

Terror filled his glowing eyes as he gazed upon the draconic embodiment of annihilation before him. That terror deepened into horror as his gaze shifted upward toward the massive red gate now covering the ceiling of the dungeon. The Scarlet Throne loomed above, radiant with malevolent fire, a gateway from which none had returned.

Azor had already seen what had become of the other imprisoned Prima Deities. And what awaited him was not just death—it was far worse.

“S-Show mer—”

The living phenomenon couldn’t even finish his plea before the dragon-like being grabbed his colossal form and hurled him into the gate. Cain’s expression did not flinch. No mercy, no pity. Just judgment.

With a resounding slam, the gates of the Scarlet Throne closed shut, sealing Azor’s fate.

Cain stared silently as the divine mechanism locked into place. Within those gates were now nineteen Prima Deities—gods who had crushed thousands, perhaps millions or even billions of lives to reach their heights. Cain held no sympathy for them. Power demanded sacrifice. If they were ready to kill, they had to be prepared to die.

He took a deep breath as a tide of energy surged into his body—raw, pure, and terrifying in its intensity. His every muscle trembled, his bones vibrated, and his organs surged with overwhelming vitality. More than just physical transformation, Cain could feel the influx nourishing his second Astral Black Hole, propelling him closer to evolution along the Neo-Demon Path.

He allowed the torrent of power to stabilize, grounding the flow as his body adjusted. Then, without a word, he exited the dungeon.

Waiting for him was the Lord of the Void. A solemn light flickered in the Arch-Deity’s eyes as he sensed Cain’s ascendant power. The transformation was evident—Cain had taken a significant leap in terms of physical power.

Cain simply smiled.

A dangerous glint sparked in his gaze. “Do you need any preparation?”

The Lord of the Void shook his head immediately. His hatred for the Ancestor of Heaven and Earth was a fire that had long since passed the point of containment. Now that a path to real vengeance had presented itself, he was ready to attack.

Cain nodded in acknowledgment. “I will stabilize my cultivation and contact you when the time comes.”

With nothing more to say, the Neo-Demon launched into the Chaos Beyond the Realm, vanishing into the depths of the ether. Moments later, he arrived at his own Divine Kingdom.

There, waiting for him, was Meylin.

A wide smile lit the face of the young woman as she looked into Cain’s eyes. “More schemes?”

Cain let out a short laugh. “Always.”

Then his expression grew serious. “I will enter secluded cultivation. There’s something I need to refine. Prepare yourself as well. Use the Origin Power that we obtained from Tiamat. Forge your Divine Kingdom before we make our next move.”

Meylin nodded, fully understanding the weight of what was to come.

Cain turned toward the edge of his Divine Kingdom and extended his hand. With a simple gesture, the Crystal Wall surrounding the outer zone retracted, revealing the raw void beyond. The message was clear—he was granting her access to anchor her Divine Kingdom as an extension of his own.

Though technically feasible, such arrangements were exceedingly rare, if not entirely unheard of in the Chaos Beyond the Realm. There were two main reasons for this.

First: trust. Very few beings were willing to allow another so close to the core of their cultivation. The risk was far too great. And second: safety. If a Prima Deity perished, the detonation of their Divine Kingdom would result in a cataclysmic blast that could destroy anything nearby.

But these were not concerns for Cain.

He trusted Meylin implicitly—one of the few people he would stake his life on. Her strength was undeniable, and her will unbreakable. If anyone could defend herself, it was her.

A soft smile tugged at her lips as she sensed his trust. Without a word, she turned to the edge of the realm. She summoned an orb—one that held a seething, radiant ocean of Origin Power. With precision and determination, she began the process of forging her Divine Kingdom.

Meanwhile, Cain made his way to the great citadel at the heart of his realm. The once-angelic architecture had long since been replaced by a fusion of Draconic and Neo-Demon design—structures of obsidian scales and luminous runes, breathing with ancient power. The castle was no longer a fortress of light, but a throne of primeval conquest.

Entering the inner sanctum, Cain took a deep breath and aligned himself with the divine core of his kingdom. He extended his spiritual senses and began channeling Origin Power directly into his body.

And he felt it immediately.

An immense river of energy surged into him—dozens of times faster than anything he had previously experienced on his own. Most would use such energy to nourish their Astral Black Holes and climb in realm level. But Cain had another purpose in mind.

He directed the golden energy not into his core, but through his flesh, bones, and blood. He wasn’t just advancing—he was building something far greater.

He was forging the resonance network for his Primeval Genesis Body.

Even with the aid of his Divine Kingdom, the task was grueling. But Cain was nothing if not relentless.

Of course, that was not all Cain did as he also consumed all the Innate Ability he obtained from the Prima Dietyes in the Lord of the Void’s dungeon and fed it to the Supercomputer Assistant.