Will of chaos

Pov Ayden:

I was sitting, even after hours of training, and I still didn’t feel tired. I kept replaying the memory of my fight against the Chaos Bringer.

“(His fighting style is confusing, with many unnecessary movements and aims to confuse enemies with the unexpected. For any other warrior, it would be a useless martial art.)” (me)

The Chaos Bringer’s way of fighting using a single-edged sword and dagger was completely inefficient. To be valid, such a combat style would require a large number of techniques, magic, elements, and most importantly, the creativity to know how to plan the fight. He basically created a combat style just for himself.

“(I can’t learn anything from that, but as for the sword techniques…)” (me)

In my memory, the sword techniques he uses are highly interesting, not for their power, but for the methodology of their creation.

Any combat technique follows certain principles and is divided into three types: elemental manipulation, energy strengthening, skill synchronization, and blessing.

Energy manipulation is simple: it involves someone possessing the power of one or more elements and using them on their weapon, creating a myriad of techniques for the corresponding elements. There are countless such techniques.

Strengthening is something all true fighters use. It involves directly using energy to strengthen the weapon as well as the body, allowing one to instill magic, runes, or ki into the weapon, strengthening its basic capabilities. Every combat master must master this type of technique. However, there are more unique energies such as demonic energy, blood energy, and even sacred power.

Skill synchronization is unique to each person. It’s a type of combat that requires skills, a way of fighting where attention is divided between two functions. Everyone possesses techniques in this style.

The last would be the blessing, this would be like the power of the Concept I possess, the Sacred Power, the Divine power, or any power that doesn’t belong to the individual, an external power that accepts specific or general capabilities.

“(That was different, it seemed deeper.)” (me)

“I see, he created an essential art… but how he did it… I see.” (me)

An essential art isn’t something ordinary, it’s not something that falls into the other categories, but something even more unique, normally only a high-level combat master with a lot of combat experience can create, a technique that focuses not on the energy used in it or anything else, a technique that truly relies on the core of the strike, what that strike represents, what it seeks to achieve, and the will that embraces all of it.

“How did he learn this so young?” (me)

“Teacher, what should I do… now…?” (Andryus)

Haa… haaa…

I look at my student, blood dripping from his clothes, his body covered in wounds, and he was visibly seriously injured.

“How many soldiers did you defeat?” (me)

“I defeated 325…” (Andryus)

Sigh

“Why did you surpass the goal of 300 I set for you?” (me)

“I could go on…” (Andryus)

His words and the glint of combat in his eyes—I like him, never complaining about training, always exceeding his goals, and always with that defiant look in his eyes—that’s why I took him on as a student.

“(One of Curse’s Avatars beat the Ascendants, and it seems another of his Avatars was killed.)” (War)

“…” (me)

Curse is despicable among the Entities; his schemes and ways of doing things are always underhanded, but I didn’t expect him to lose one of his Avatars. Those who live by the curse are hard to kill.

This made me smile, my blood, which had barely warmed during training, pumping faster and faster. The opportunity to face someone strong, the opportunity to fight with everything, with your life on the line, to stake your resolve on your sword—that’s what true confrontation means.

“(My lord, do you know who was able to accomplish this?)” (me)

“(I don’t know, but Pride must know. Ask your Avatar in this universe; it seems to be one of your main Avatar’s children.)” (War)

“(One of Ohara’s children…)” (me)

Ohara is a worthy warrior. I’ve faced her many times, and remembering those battles always puts a smile on my face. Most of them were draws, and the times someone won, it was always close.

“Professor…?” (Andryus)

“Rest and prepare yourself. It looks like a big battle is coming. If you want to participate, you’ll have to be in good shape.” (me)

“But I still haven’t awakened my Concept of War…” (Andryus)

“Do you think this is a game!?” (me)

I slam my fist into my knee, sending a shockwave through my leg before it hits the ground, making everything for hundreds of kilometers tremble intensely.

“You’ve just become an Avatar, but that’s not what stops you. I awakened my Concept of War on my first day as an Avatar.” (me)

“I was drenched in my own blood and that of my enemies. I fought and fought harder as my body shattered with each blow. It was only at the end, when only I was still standing on that battlefield, that the Concept within me awakened.” (me)

“What you need is a direct confrontation, a true battle against an enemy, an all-out war without reservations.” (me)

“Who are we going to fight, Professor…?” (Andryus)

“Against everyone!” (me)

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Pov ???:

I was looking at an Ascendant with three pairs of wings as he groans in pain, my hands stained with his blood as I slowly arrange his tongue.

“(Curse lost two Avatars, one within this universe and one outside.)” (Hate)

“…” (me)

I stopped my hand from waving the freshly ripped out tongue in front of him; what I heard was too surprising.

“My lord, how is this possible?” (me)

“I thought it was impossible to kill an Avatar.” (me)

“(All Avatars are mere vessels, not Entities, and as such, they can be killed, but it would require the power of the Concept to do so.)” (Hatred)

“(I know Pride must be behind the deaths that occurred in this universe, but I worry about the ones that occurred outside the agreement.)” (Hatred)

“(It seems they killed the Avatar and yet did nothing to stop the Ascendant who was awakening as the Avatar.)” (Hatred)

“Vecna!!!” (me)

“My lord, allow me…!” (me)

“(No!)” (Hatred)

Suddenly, my entire body was pressed against the ground, pain invading my body as the Concept of hatred seemed to fill every corner of my body, burning coldly.

“(Vecna is still useful, I planned to kill him before, but it seems that his transformation process is not yet complete, I can use my power to leave him in an intermediate state, if he resists we can use him to take over this universe, as he will not be subject to my command or even the Curse’s commands, his entry into this universe does not break the rules.)” (Hate)

“(Prepare everything for his arrival, I already have someone going to him. When he arrives, he will be an Anomalous Creature. His mere presence will spread Hatred and the Curse throughout this universe, so only the Curse will be our opponent.)” (Hate)

“…” (Me)

My hatred grows, but I knew there was nothing I could do. From the beginning, I agreed to serve while hatred consumed my existence, all for revenge, all to inflict on him the same pain I suffered, to spread this torment I endured for no reason.

I rise from the ground and my claws pierce his chest. My fingers wrap around his heart, which I pull out before crushing it. He struggles at the sight, but I simply grab the spiny worm I kept in the box next to him and place it in the wound in his chest as the Ascendant struggles even more.

“I’m going to take this hatred out on you, doctor. After all, you treated me so kindly for so many years…” (me)

“Hahahaha…” (me)

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Pov Samara:

It’s been two weeks since the master returned, but he hasn’t gotten out of bed. His entire body is covered in dark veins, sweat is pouring down continuously, and his wives, along with me, have been caring for him every day.

But today he hasn’t opened his eyes. The dark veins on his body are writhing on his skin. Chaos energy flows around him, continuously shifting between energy beams, liquid energy, energy mist, and light particles.

“Finally…” (me)

“What’s happening to him?” (Diana)

“Adaptation, his body is finally changing. This took longer than expected.” (me)

“When will he wake up?” (Ibuki)

“Maybe until tomorrow…” (me)

“We have trouble, the Demon has appeared again, a great ritual has been performed and is already being activated!” (Kira)

Suddenly, Kira rushes into the room, her face worried as her eyes fall directly on the master.

As if answering Kira’s call, a window opens in my vision, a warning not from the system, but using the system.

Ding!

<[ Ladies and Gentlemen, the merchant, at the request of the Infernal Envoy, invites you to be present at a grand event ]>

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<[ You have received the Event location ]>

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<[ The Demonic Chaos Begins in 48:00 hours ]>

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<[ The Demonic Chaos Begins in 47:59 hours ]>

“…” (me)

“…” (everyone)