The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2219: Become stronger. No matter the cost.

Cain clenched his fists, unable to contain the thrill rising through his chest. The evolution of the Enhancement Module had not only granted him access to an entire range of powerful Revolution Refinements, but it had also exponentially amplified his natural talent and future potential.

Before this evolution, Cain had been capable of performing 40 Revolutions Refinement on both the body and the ego with flawless accuracy. That alone placed him at the level of an Early ArchDeity-Tier Tribulation Enhancer, making him the most gifted and accomplished specialist of his kind in the entire Everstrife Empyrean World.

And now—he had surpassed even that.

The realization settled into his mind like a steady, rising dawn. This was not a power meant for himself alone. The Enhancement Module allowed the refinement of others as well. That meant Leonidas and the rest of his core group could finally receive the support they needed.

"If I manage a Forty-One Spirit Revolution Refinement on them," Cain thought, a new spark of excitement igniting inside him, "it may be the push they need to awaken their Resurrección."

The mere possibility accelerated his heartbeat. He had already given all of them the necessary insights to identify their Core Concept—the fundamental idea that could act as a catalyst for the rest of their Conceptual Framework.

Once refined, those Concepts could erupt into a unified force, allowing them to merge completely with their Alter-Ego in both body and soul and enter Resurreccion. Such an achievement would dramatically increase their battle power.

And if Cain went even further—if he successfully performed 43 Revolutions Refinement, the peak of what his current module could support—then Leonidas and the others might gain strength on a scale capable of rivaling even the Champions of the Root. Perhaps they could even defeat them.

He allowed himself a slow breath, letting the initial rush of excitement settle into something steadier, something focused. It was easy to jump ahead, to imagine the outcomes, but there was still a great deal of work ahead.

Even so, a faint smile crossed his face. For the first time since learning the truth about the Root, he felt that the future was not entirely bleak. He was not alone. He had people who could share the burden—people who would stand beside him when the nightmares pushing into their universe made their next move.

With another calm breath, Cain centered his mind. He still possessed nearly a hundred and fifty thousand units of Spiritual Destiny Force—enough to evolve another module and keep a reserve. Yet after weighing the risks, he decided against it.

The cost of the Enhancement Module’s highest refinements was immense, and if a crisis forced him to rely on them, he would need every remaining shred of Spiritual Destiny Force to survive. Thus, he chose to save it.

Placing these concerns aside, Cain extended his hands. Energy gathered around his palms, condensing into colorful flames.

Tribulation Enhancement was a demanding craft, but with everything else around him, forging Revolution Flames felt almost meditative. Days passed in silent focus. One by one, Forty Revolution Flames manifested with fluid ease. What once required long hours of concentrated effort now took him barely thirty minutes—and he could forge two simultaneously.

Only after seven days, once he had perfected the crafting of Forty Revolution Flames to the point of instinct, did he proceed to the next step.

Energy surged and condensed between his fingers as he attempted to push the flames toward the next color. Slowly, gradually, the new flame took shape. Its power increased, rising steadily—until halfway through, it suddenly became unstable. Cain reacted instantly. He swallowed the flame, allowing it to detonate inside his stomach.

The internal blast was equivalent to a Middle ArchDeity-Tier spell, but Cain’s current body—tempered beyond even an Early Alpha-Omega Overgod-Treasure—suffered no harm. Without hesitation, he resumed his work.

The cycle repeated for days. Attempt, instability, explosion, recovery. Again and again. Until finally, Cain’s eyes snapped open, and a wide smile formed on his face. Resting on his palm was a perfect, flawless Forty-One Revolution Flame, its color bright and stable.

Not only had he succeeded, but Cain had reached the point where he could forge these flames with a 100% success rate.

"Next," Cain murmured, eyes glowing with determination, "the forty-two color."

A 42 Revolutions Refinement was on a completely different level, capable of strengthening even a Peak ArchDeity. It would increase his cultivation potential in ways that, at his tier, were invaluable. Every increment mattered—every gain could mean the difference between life and annihilation against the High Lords of the Root or something even worse.

He prepared to begin—when suddenly, a voice echoed directly in his mind.

"It is time."

Cain’s smile vanished instantly. His eyes turned cold, and a heavy, predatory aura erupted from his body. It was the hunger of a beast ready to consume entire worlds. All the excitement, all the quiet joy of progress, was pushed aside—replaced by the single, unwavering mentality that had sustained him since the beginning.

Become stronger. No matter the cost.

"With me," Cain commanded.

The words left his lips like a decree, and instantly the strongest entities of the Everstrife Empyrean World rose into the sky. The Scarlet King and the ArchDeities of the Scarlet Kingdom tore open the void and crossed space-time in a single motion, appearing before the True Primordial of the Void.

Anark’s gaze swept across the group. He saw the brutality and cold resolve in their eyes. In the Everstrife Empyrean World, they were paragons—symbols of peace and justice, the pillars supporting a world where trillions could live safely. But here, standing on the threshold of destiny, they were no longer protectors.

They were conquerors.

Cain had once hoped for a softer, more diplomatic approach. A path where conflict could be avoided, where negotiations could diminish bloodshed.

But the universe waits for no one.

The Root waits for no one.

And now, the only thing that mattered was strength—whether they possessed enough of it to face the Root.