The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2450: Peak Alpha Omega Overgod Speed

The Heartcram King’s eyes burned with killing intent as he heard the tone behind Cain’s words. The lack of respect was unmistakable. For a brief moment, he wanted nothing more than to tear the Scarlet King apart with his bare hands.

Yet Abraham did not lose control of his emotions.

Even without the Dark Blood King’s warning, he would have hesitated before attacking. Cain’s abilities were too troublesome. The power to redirect attacks, the mysterious golden lotus defense, and the strange depth behind his control of energy all made him an unpredictable opponent.

Against an enemy with so many hidden techniques—especially one who had already glimpsed the principles behind his own Ancestor Power—it was wiser to remain cautious.

Revenge could wait. Survival came first.

After giving Cain a long, cold, and cutting stare, Abraham turned around without another word. The Royal Butlinie, who had arrived with him, followed immediately, their figures disappearing into the distance alongside their king.

Cain did not spare them a second thought.

At this moment, he had far more important matters to consider.

"A war will benefit me," he thought calmly. "But it will also be extremely dangerous."

The Dark Blood King alone had demonstrated power far beyond the limits of the Third Realm. The Seventh and Eighth Realms were supposed to be stronger than the Dark Blood Realm, so they must certainly contain individuals capable of wielding the power of the Fourth Realm.

The memory of the Ancestor Domain remained vivid in his mind.

That void of absolute darkness... the overwhelming suppression... the feeling of complete helplessness.

It was a power that truly transcended the Third Realm.

"I need to increase my speed," Cain analyzed. "I need to deepen my mastery over the Omen of Time. And I must fully unleash the Power of Chaos."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"If I can summon the Matrix of the Realm, my strength will rise dramatically."

With a clear plan in mind, Cain descended into the Ocean of the Blood Sun and began his cultivation.

The moment he settled, his consciousness moved inward, toward the golden orbs he had created—each one containing souls of the countless enemies he had slain.

At first, he had been uncertain whether to use this resource to strengthen the Chronos Flame or reserve it as fuel for the Soul Sundering Technique.

But after witnessing the Dark Blood King’s power, the decision became obvious.

Even if he pushed the Soul Sundering Technique to the absolute limit, it still would not be enough to match that level.

With a single thought, torrents of souls surged from the golden orbs and poured into the Chronos Flame within Cain’s soul.

The flame devoured everything.

Every fragment.

Every memory.

Every trace of essence.

As the Chronos Flame grew stronger, Cain’s understanding of the Omen of Time deepened alongside it. His perception sharpened, his awareness expanded, and his control over temporal flow became more refined.

The consumption rate was astonishing.

But so was the number of souls he possessed.

After all, Cain had massacred the capitals of the Kalous Kingdom, the Aztorus Kingdom, and the Heartcram Kingdom. The accumulated harvest was immense.

At the same time, streams of refined life force flowed into the particles that composed his cells, pushing the Savitar Technique forward and enhancing the foundation of his physical speed.

Months passed in silent cultivation.

Six months later, the final soul was consumed.

Cain opened his eyes.

They shone with a strange radiance, as if he could see the flow of time itself unfolding before him.

The sensation was extraordinary.

The evolution of his Omen Phantom had purified and strengthened his soul, making it more stable, more resilient, and more receptive to temporal manipulation.

"Now I can increase my speed further," he thought. "And I can fuse the power of the Omen of Time into my Eternum Flame, improving its destructive potential."

The advancement had produced a holistic improvement—exactly what he needed.

And the progress did not stop there.

He had also achieved a breakthrough in the Savitar Technique, pushing his movement speed to the Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod level.

A faint smile appeared.

"I am at least ten percent stronger now."

But the smile quickly faded.

"I wish I had more time," he admitted to himself. "But I need to leave if I want to reach the Dark Blood Kingdom before the War Council."

The thought of the council made him release a quiet sigh.

War itself did not bother him. On the contrary, conflict was the fastest path for his growth.

What he disliked was being commanded.

It was not arrogance.

Cain had no problem following orders from someone he respected—like the Demon King in the Crimson World.

But the situation here was different.

He already had enemies within the Dark Blood Kingdom. The established powers would undoubtedly view him as a threat. A newcomer who had risen too quickly, gained too much strength, and attracted too much attention would inevitably be targeted.

They would try to isolate him.

Corner him.

Force him into unfavorable situations.

After a moment, Cain slowly shook his head.

A calm, steady expression returned to his face.

"There is no point worrying about problems that haven’t appeared yet," he decided. "I will advance—and deal with whatever comes."

With his mind settled, the Scarlet King rose from the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Satan, Hades, and Morningstar waited nearby.

The Dark Blood King had ordered him to bring his forces.

These three were his.

Though few in number, the Royal Guards had trained relentlessly over the past year. Their power had grown significantly.

Quality mattered more than quantity.

Cain stepped onto Satan’s head and sat down in a meditative posture as the massive figure rose into the sky.

Travel would take time.

Cultivation would not yield major gains during the journey, but the time would not be wasted.

Cain focused his awareness inward, toward his Ancestor Drop.

He began analyzing his Ancestor Power in greater depth, attempting to refine its structure and develop Ancestor Arts.

The Eternum Flame was powerful.

The Stasis Force Field was effective.

But they were not enough.

Not for what was coming.

If he wanted to survive the war between realms—

Those powers would have to evolve.