The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2552: Chaos Scarlet Throne (III)

Cain’s eyes ignited with scarlet light as he began channeling the Power of Chaos into the ocean. Endless streams of chaotic energy poured from him, merging with the vast reservoir below.

The Royal Guards manifested once more, their expressions filled with awe and wonder.

They watched as intricate scarlet lines began to spread across the surface of the ocean, forming an immense and incomprehensibly complex structure. It resembled a matrix, but one so profound that even they could not begin to understand it.

To tell the truth, even Cain himself did not fully comprehend what he was creating.

He was not guiding the process with logic alone.

He was letting Chaos flow freely, driven by a singular intention engraved within his heart and mind.

His voice echoed softly, yet it carried across the entire ocean.

"Transcend from a cosmic phenomenon into a realm."

A thunderous rumble shook the Ninth Realm the instant Cain’s words manifested. The Ocean of the Blood Sun, which covered a vast portion of the realm, began to tremble without pause.

Its waves churned with such overwhelming force that it seemed ready to explode and drag the entire realm into destruction along with it.

Cain clenched his teeth as the pressure surged through their connection. Because the ocean was a part of him, every violent tremor echoed through his body, crashing against his shoulders like an endless tide.

The burden was immense, enough to crush even a Peak Alpha Omega Overgod, yet his gaze remained unwavering. There was no path backward anymore. If he failed now, the Ocean of the Blood Sun would never transcend, and he would lose a weapon that could make the difference between survival and annihilation.

A fierce light ignited in his eyes as his will hardened. With a roar that shook the heavens, Cain pushed the Power of Chaos deeper into the ocean. The tremors intensified, growing more violent with each passing second, but so did the scarlet radiance spreading across its surface.

Hovering over his shoulders, Morningstar, Hades, and Satan observed everything in stunned silence. Their eyes reflected awe and disbelief as they sensed the laws that governed reality begin to distort under the rising force. Space trembled. Energy warped. Even the fundamental structure of existence seemed unstable before this transformation.

Their gazes slowly shifted toward Cain, filled with reverence. What he was forging surpassed the natural limits of the Ninth Realm. It was not merely power—it was evolution on a scale that defied comprehension.

Cain’s muscles tightened as he continued channeling his essence. At last, he saw it. The Chaos Matrix had fully spread across the Ocean of the Blood Sun, embedding itself into every drop, every wave, every fragment of its being. In that instant, the scarlet light within his eyes reached its peak, blazing so intensely that it seemed capable of eclipsing the sun itself.

"ARGHHHH!"

His roar erupted like a divine storm. With a single motion, he raised his arm, and the impossible occurred.

The Ocean of the Blood Sun rose.

An entire sea ascended into the sky, forming colossal pillars of crimson that twisted and collided like living titans. Waves capable of crushing Alpha Omega Overgods slammed into one another as they began to compress and condense under Cain’s will.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHH!"

His voice grew even louder, echoing like thunder across the entire realm. Slowly, deliberately, he began to close his hand.

With every inch his fingers moved, the pressure within the ocean multiplied. The raging waves condensed further, their power increasing to unimaginable levels. The sky above fractured under the strain, cracks spreading across it like shattered glass.

Even with the protection of his Sacred Treasure, the immense force bore down on Cain. Blood streamed from his eyes, ears, and mouth, staining his armor, yet he did not falter. His will refused to break.

Far below, storms erupted across the Ninth Realm. Lightning tore through the heavens, oceans surged violently, and entire landscapes trembled as the energy released from this transformation rippled outward.

The Royal Guards could only watch in silence. Words had lost all meaning before such a spectacle.

"TRANSCEND!"

Cain roared with everything he had left. His hands slammed together.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

A catastrophic explosion of energy erupted, shattering the earth and tearing open the sky itself. Space warped violently as the shockwave spread in every direction, yet Cain and the Royal Guards paid no attention to the destruction around them.

Their eyes were locked onto what had appeared before them.

A massive, scarlet gate hovered in the void.

It radiated an aura of absolute dominance, its presence both majestic and terrifying. Intricate engravings covered its surface, each one depicting moments from Cain’s journey through Paradise—battles fought, enemies slain, trials endured. Every line carried the weight of his path.

At its center, however, there was an empty space, untouched and pristine. It was as if the gate itself awaited one final engraving—the most important battle yet to come.

Fragments of shattered sky and floating mountains orbited the gate, enhancing its overwhelming presence. It stood as something beyond a mere construct. It was a throne, forged through chaos, will, and sacrifice.

"YES!"

Cain’s shout carried pure exhilaration. A surge of triumph filled his heart as he gazed upon his creation. This was more than a weapon. It was proof that he could stand on equal ground with the achievements of his past life, forging power through his own understanding rather than inheritance.

However, despite the overwhelming thrill, he forced himself to remain focused. This was not the end.

The Scarlet Throne, born from the Power of Chaos, was complete, but it was not yet part of him.

It needed a vessel.

Fortunately, Cain already possessed one.

Taking a steady breath, he stepped forward. His movements were slow but deliberate as he approached the massive gate. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and placed it upon its surface.

The moment contact was made, the throne reacted.

A radiant scarlet light surged across its entire structure, pulsing with immense power before collapsing inward. The colossal gate dissolved into streams of energy that rushed directly into Cain’s chest.

More precisely, into his Perfect Ancestor Drop.