Read Novel Full Chapter 581: The Unveiled Truth (2)
Chapter 581: The Unveiled Truth (2)
Many believed he was the Singularity of Chaos of this generation. But that wasn’t the truth.
Nolan Lorian was a Singularity of Chaos who should never have existed in this world.
He was never meant to inherit that power, because it was never his to begin with.
Nine years ago, when he was ten, he met a mysterious old man who seemed both strange and unfamiliar.
The man claimed to be the Singularity of Chaos. His name was Zephyr—"Prince of the White Dragon."
At first, Nolan didn’t understand why the man had sought him out.
But after inheriting the power and absorbing the man’s will, he finally understood.
The man had come to pass on his power, his title, and the immense responsibility of being the Singularity of Chaos.
Back then, Nolan accepted without hesitation. After all, he had no talent for magic and possessed no special power of his own.
So when such overwhelming power was placed before him, it felt like fortune had fallen straight into his hands.
But as time passed, Nolan realized that the power of the Singularity of Chaos was far more than he could bear.
There were times when he was tempted to pass this power on to someone more deserving, but he knew it would be reckless.
At their core, humans were cruel. Without the restraint of law and morality, chaos could erupt at any moment.
So if he handed this power to someone else, it wasn’t impossible that they would abuse it—and that it would ultimately backfire on him.
Since the day the old man, Zephyr, passed the power and title of the Singularity of Chaos to him, he had never been seen again.
Nolan searched for him to the very ends of the continent but found nothing.
And now, the figure of old man Zephyr appeared before him, making his body tremble unconsciously.
He didn’t understand why the Sun God was showing him all this.
But one thing was certain—his doubts would soon be answered.
Nolan focused his gaze on the scene before him, hoping to find the answer to the question that had troubled him for so long.
In the scene, old man Zephyr was gasping for breath as he dragged his frail body forward.
"I must find a successor soon. Otherwise, this power will perish with me," he whispered.
He lowered his hood further and continued walking unsteadily.
"Hey, are you hurt?"
A child’s voice called out from ahead.
Zephyr flinched and looked up, only to see a ten-year-old boy staring at him warily.
"You... What are you doing in this forest?" Zephyr asked in confusion.
The boy—none other than Nolan—stepped closer, slipping his right hand into his pocket.
"You don’t need to know who I am. What matters right now is that you’re hurt. How about I help you?" Nolan offered, stopping in front of him.
Zephyr did not accept the offer immediately. He studied the boy in silence, then smiled faintly.
"I see potential in you, kid. Hahaha! The gods have truly been kind to me!" He burst into laughter, relief written across his face.
"Uwaa..." Nolan stepped back in fear, his eyes scanning the old man from head to toe, as if looking at a lunatic.
"Old man, you’re not mentally ill, are you? If you are, then I’m sorry—I can’t help you."
After saying that, he turned to leave, but the man grabbed his shoulder.
"Wait, don’t go. I have a gift for you," Zephyr said eagerly.
That only made Nolan even more uneasy. Even so, he forced himself to stay calm and avoid doing anything rash.
"W-What do you want? Remember—don’t try anything stupid, understand? Otherwise, I’ll scream as loud as I can. My mother is right over there," he threatened, pointing into the distance.
Zephyr chuckled softly and reassured him, "Don’t worry, I won’t harm you. On the contrary, I’ll give you power. Do you want it?"
"Power?" Nolan frowned. "What kind of power?"
Zephyr raised his right hand and drove it straight into his chest.
Srck!
His chest was pierced, and without hesitation, he pulled out his heart. It was jet black, with silver patterns swirling across its surface.
"You... What are you doing!? You’re crazy! You’re insane!"
Nolan cried out in fear, stumbling two steps back.
Stabbing through his own chest and tearing out his heart?
In both his lifetimes, this was the first time he had witnessed something so horrifying.
But Zephyr ignored his shock and fear. Cold sweat soaked his neck, forehead, and back.
His breathing grew heavy and labored as he raised the heart.
"This heart contains all my power and legacy. Will you accept it?" he asked in a strained voice.
Nolan hesitated, but Zephyr gave him no time to think.
"Hurry and say it! I don’t have any time left."
Nolan gritted his teeth. "All right. I accept it!"
He didn’t know whether the man was lying or not. But if it were true, he would gain immense benefits.
Zephyr smiled broadly. Still struggling to breathe, he shouted, "I, Zephyr Cornala, hereby transfer all my power to the child before me!"
With that, he pressed the heart against Nolan’s right chest.
In an instant, streams of black and silver energy burst forth, enveloping Nolan’s body and forming a pulsating black cocoon shaped like a heart.
"Puuft!" Zephyr coughed up blood and staggered backward, his pale face concealed beneath his hood.
"Finally... the power of the Singularity of Chaos has been passed on. Even if I die now, it doesn’t matter. My task is complete," he whispered.
His gaze lifted to the evening sky, and with a voice seething with vengeance, he roared, "Seven Orders, I swear... you will perish at the hands of my successor!"
Boom!
The sky shook violently. Black clouds swirled, and lightning tore across the heavens with deafening roars.
Boom!
The scene dissolved into smoke, and Nolan was drawn back into the silent darkness.
He floated in silence, his expression calm but tense.
"So that’s how it is. I understand now," he whispered.
After inheriting the power of the Singularity of Chaos, his memories had been fragmented.
But little by little, they returned to him. Now, his final doubt had finally been answered—the true enemy of the previous Singularity of Chaos.
"The Seven Orders, huh?" His eyes narrowed.
A terrifying killing intent burst from his body. If his power had not been sealed, this space might have shattered into pieces.
He recalled Yllia’s earlier explanation about the threat lurking in the shadows—those who possessed powers similar to the Seven Singularities.
"I’ve already encountered two of them—one wielding the power of the Singularity of Flame and another with the power of the Singularity of Chaos," he murmured. "This is a truly troublesome situation."
Even Zephyr, the former Singularity of Chaos, had been pushed to the brink of death. That alone proved just how powerful they were.
Therefore, he needed to discuss this matter with the other Singularities, especially Seria and the Singularity of Flame, who held the greatest authority among them.
After calming himself, he looked around in confusion.
"So... how do I get out of here?" he muttered.
As uncertainty enveloped him, his floating body suddenly plummeted at tremendous speed.
In the next instant, he stopped abruptly and hit the ground. Strangely, everything was pitch black. He could see nothing but endless darkness.
Nolan slowly rose to his feet and whispered, "What else does the Sun God want from me?"
Just then, a whisper brushed against his right ear.
"Nolan Lorian, have you come to understand yourself yet?"