The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2220: Abyssalcrown Empyrean World

Anark nodded to the Scarlet King, and in the next second, his strength exploded outward. The Primordial Force of the Void surged across his eight arms, sheathing them in a brilliance darker than night.

With a single decisive motion, he thrust those arms into the fabric of the Empyrean Wall, piercing its dimensional lattice and forcing it open. Space groaned. Reality shuddered. And then, with the solemn inevitability of a decree, a portal appeared before the powerhouses—an aperture leading to a place none of them had ever imagined they would reach.

Cain met Anark’s gaze. The two exchanged a single, silent nod. For the time being, the safety of the Everstrife Empyrean World would rest entirely on the shoulders of the True Primordial of the Void. It was a burden no one else could carry, but Anark bore it without hesitation.

With his people entrusted to the only being capable of guarding them, Cain emptied his mind of everything unrelated to conquest and evolution. His focus sharpened to a point as he stepped alongside the other ArchDeities into the wormhole.

This time there was no chaotic tremor, no collapsing spatial pathways, no violent distortions threatening to tear them apart. Instead, the high echelon of the Scarlet Kingdom passed cleanly through the dimensional channel and emerged into a new Empyrean World.

What greeted them was staggering.

The world stretched out beneath them like an unending continent of wonders. Its energy was impossibly rich, so dense with phenomena that the sky shimmered with visible rivers of power. The atmosphere itself hummed with spiritual currents, like a cosmic ocean caught mid-tide. There was no doubt: the world before them might even surpass the Everstrife Empyrean World in wealth and energy density.

Immediately, the assembled ArchDeities turned toward Cain, awaiting his command. Their minds and souls were aligned, ready to act the moment he spoke.

"Infiltrate," Cain ordered, his voice steady and cutting. "Find out who the enemy is. Do not harm the mortals. As for the rest..."

A cold, brutal light ignited in his eyes, sharp enough to cut through the air itself. "I do not care."

Cain would not cross the bottom line he had set regarding the weak. Mortals were to be left untouched. But everything beyond that boundary was fair game. They had come to grow stronger through battle, bloodshed, and consumption. No one—whether tyrant, monster, or self-proclaimed guardian of justice—would be allowed to stand in their way.

The arrival of the Root had changed everything. They could be heroes, villains, or something in between. Labels no longer mattered. Survival did. Responsibility did.

And they were the only ones willing to shoulder the weight of saving everything that still existed. They could be the good guys, or they could be the ones that save the universe.

Each ArchDeity nodded in silent unity. One by one, they disguised their auras, masked their overwhelming presence, and dispersed across the various continents of this immense world.

Cain inhaled slowly, then descended toward the largest continent, allowing the new world’s sky to part before him. As he reached the lower atmosphere, his eyes glowed. He could easily blanket the entire continent with his Ego Wave, but doing so would risk exposing his presence. Fortunately, he no longer needed to rely on such crude means.

A scanning force field expanded from his body—so subtle and refined that even Alpha Omega Overgods would struggle to detect it. The power of the [A.I. Chip Module] flooded through the continent in the next instant, mapping and analyzing every detail, every voice, every pulse of energy.

It did not take long for Cain to learn the name of this realm.

Abyssalcrown Empyrean World.

The term "abyssal" carried many connotations, but in this case, the reason was straightforward. This world was ruled by the Abyssal Clan of the Inferno Daemon Race. And the more Cain listened, the more fragmented moments he absorbed from countless lives, the more disgust and disdain stirred in his expression.

Fifteen minutes were enough. Fifteen minutes of seeing and hearing billions of people interact painted a complete picture of the civilization he had stepped into.

"A caste system," Cain muttered, his voice ice-cold.

The Abyssalcrown Empyrean World operated under an extraordinarily rigid caste hierarchy—one where a person’s value, destiny, and opportunities were determined not by effort, merit, ability, or potential, but by birth alone.

At the top stood the Abyssal Clan. The best resources, the greatest treasures, the most advanced cultivation methods: all were funneled to them without regard for talent or discipline.

Beneath them stood the Hell Clan, also of the Inferno Daemon Race.

On the third tier were the Immortus Atrox.

On the fourth, the Legio Eldritch.

It mattered little if an Atrox possessed greater talent or strength than an Abyssal. The lower caste was obligated to bow their heads and obey without question.

"What an idiotic system," Cain said, unable to restrain the disdain in his voice.

For someone who had witnessed firsthand how meritocracy forged civilizations, the hierarchy of the Abyssalcrown Empyrean World bordered on self-destructive lunacy. Talent was suppressed, resources were squandered, and entire generations were locked into stagnation simply because they had been born into the wrong lineage.

And beyond even the Eldritch caste was one final tier—the bottom, the lowest of all.

The Light Races.

In this world, they were treated not as citizens, not even as living beings, but as slaves. Forced into lifelong servitude with no hope of advancement, with the only escape being death.

The more Cain saw, the more the structure of the world revealed itself as a slow-moving catastrophe. This world had already doomed itself. Half of its potential population had been effectively erased through enslavement.

The remaining Dark Races would only weaken with each passing generation as genuine talent was suffocated beneath layers of inherited privilege. Those who had the capacity to rise were denied resources; those who lacked the discipline to grow were showered with them.

As he analyzed the world, a meaningful light crossed Cain’s eyes.

"This caste system," he murmured, "is the natural evolution of the Light-Dark Races ideology."