The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1977: Unwelcome visit (I)

Amon and Bael sat in deep meditation, their bodies wreathed in the energies of the Finger of Life and the Finger of Death. They channeled the twin powers inward, mending their battered forms while flooding the chamber with primal forces Cain could also draw upon.

But suddenly, both brothers opened their eyes.

Something had shifted.

They turned toward the Scarlet King—and what they saw left them speechless.

The powers of life and death were no longer simply revolving through Cain’s body as a healing cycle. They had changed. Now they coursed through him in intricate patterns, weaving lines of force that resembled cosmic equations. The two primal streams were no longer just medicine—they had become a framework, embodying the order of exceedingly high-level cosmic truths. The process was not only healing Cain; it was accelerating his recovery exponentially, and still climbing higher.

It did not take long for the brothers to realize what they were witnessing. Proto-Laws radiated from the Scarlet King’s body, his very soul humming with their resonance.

Shock and awe flashed across their faces.

Even for ArchDeities, Proto-Laws remained difficult to grasp—rare, elusive, and supremely advanced. Yet here was Cain, forging not one, but two, in a matter of hours. His Inner Universe was governed by principles of gravity and spacetime, yet now he wielded deep comprehension over the Laws of Life and Death as well.

In the end, Amon and Bael sighed heavily. Trying to understand the Scarlet King was simply too much for anyone.

As for the runes now etched across Cain’s body—runes that carried the terrifying might of the seal he had used to open the fifth gate of the Ouroboros Cult—the brothers chose to ignore them. There were enough shocks for one day. They turned inward once more, resuming their recovery.

Cain noticed their glance but only smiled faintly. He returned to his task, cycling the forces of life and death through his body, recovering while refining his understanding of the Proto-Laws he had just forged.

Vitality from Legion’s living remains poured into him, siphoned through the Scarlet Throne. At the same time, energy from the chamber itself nourished his body, hastening the healing process immensely. After twenty hours of relentless cultivation, Cain finally exhaled deeply.

He was not fully healed yet, but strong enough to wield his complete power without drawback. That meant he could finally aid the brothers.

A sharp glint entered his eyes as he extended his hands. Energy gathered at once, coalescing into blazing flame.

Amon and Bael opened their eyes immediately, sensing what was about to happen. Their gazes locked onto the flame as it ignited, shimmering with multicolored radiance.

The Revolution Flame.

Thrill and excitement lit their expressions. Neither had demanded it, but both desired it. Without Cain’s intervention, they would require months, maybe even years of slow recovery. The Tribulation Enhancement offered by the Revolution Flame could restore them far faster—body, soul, and mind together.

Cain forged four flames, each carrying thirty-nine distinct colors, before fixing his gaze upon Amon. His golden eyes burned like twin suns.

The Godslayer Human nodded solemnly, adopting a meditative posture. He ceased circulating the Finger of Death’s power, dedicating every ounce of concentration to the coming baptism.

The next second, the flame surged into his body. It flooded through his veins, his organs, his soul, igniting every aspect of his being. World Energy surged, roaring like a tidal wave, and Cain guided it with flawless control. Amon’s willpower and mastery over his own energy allowed the torrent to be assimilated seamlessly.

When Amon’s enhancement was complete, Cain turned toward Bael.

The Inferno Daemon met his gaze with equal solemnity. His aura burned with discipline as he prepared himself. Once again, the Tribulation Enhancement unfolded, world energy flowing perfectly into his form.

Then came the thunder.

"Boom."

"Boom."

The two brothers looked at one another. Smiles spread across their faces as explosions of vitality erupted from their bodies, shaking the chamber. Their wounds were gone. Their strength returned. They had been restored to their peak.

Yet neither grew complacent. Both adopted grave expressions, readying themselves for the next stage. Two flames remained.

Cain rested for several minutes, his breath steadying. Then his eyes sharpened once more, golden light flowing through them. He directed one of the multicolored flames into Amon’s soul.

The Spirit Tribulation Enhancement began.

World energy surged directly into Amon’s Soul Dimension, merging into his Alter-Ego. The process was far more complex, far more dangerous, than the body’s enhancement. But Cain’s mastery—and Amon’s unwavering will—ensured flawless success.

After a short pause, Cain repeated the process with Bael.

By the end, every flame had been consumed.

Amon and Bael sat in silence, then looked at each other. Their lips curled into wide, elated smiles. Not only had all their wounds been erased, but even the scars buried deep within their souls—injuries accumulated over countless battles—were finally healed. They felt whole, flawless in a way they had not experienced for centuries. New paths stretched open before them, gates to higher realms waiting to be crossed.

Together, they turned to Cain. Their eyes blazed with awe, admiration, and reverence. Then, as one, they clasped their hands and bowed.

"Hail the Scarlet King!"

Their voices rang with absolute loyalty.

Cain inclined his head faintly, but inside, his heart warmed.

Afterward, the brothers resumed meditation, but this time they summoned the full might of the Fingers of Life and Death—not for themselves, but for Cain. Twin streams of energy poured into him, flooding his body and soul.

Cain welcomed the gift. He felt his wounds knitting faster, his strength climbing steadily higher. His body, soul, and mind aligned in greater harmony than before.

Days passed.

Within that span, Cain observed the Scarlet Throne finishing its feast upon Legion’s living remains. Every last shred of vitality was devoured. Every fragment of psychic consciousness was assimilated. The realm that had been shattered by Legion’s rampage now stood whole once more.

The forests, mountains, and caverns had reformed, reconstructed from the cycle of souls. But at the center of the crimson landscape now stood something new—a massive spire formed of countless skulls.

Millions upon millions of them. Each one glowed with eerie light in its hollow sockets.

Cain narrowed his eyes.

The Scarlet Throne did not simply kill. The souls and consciousnesses of those it consumed had been reforged into this colossal pillar of skulls, a monument radiating terrifying psychic power. Waves of mental pressure poured from it, oppressive and unyielding.

But that was not all.

Cain felt something else. Something deeper, hidden within the spire. He turned his gaze upward, expression sharpening.

The brothers noticed his reaction instantly. Confusion flickered across their faces—until their space rings glowed. Each received a message of immense importance, their expressions hardening as they read.