Will of chaos

Chapter 1911: Cap 1907: Blind Obsession…

“Give me that power!!!” (Vecna)

His eyes turned scarlet as his voice became filled with rage, as if he were another person. His attacks became more frenzied, surpassing their limits to the point where wounds opened on his arms. Even blood was dripping from his eyes, his Aura completely out of control.

The two Concepts seemed to respond to this madness Vecna ​​indulged in, increasing his power in his head as time passed.

“(It’s not good… I’m starting to be suppressed…)” (me)

His emotions seemed to be influencing the two Concepts within him. Even though he couldn’t control them, their strengthening was undeniable, even as his emotions grew more out of control.

He ignores injuries; he seems to feel no pain, or completely ignore the damage accumulating in his body. I can’t do something like that; there’s no point in fighting so suicidally.

I use Orion’s power to charge my blood with power, controlling it to flow out of my body as it flows into the weapons in my hands.

“I don’t want to fight anymore, just die!” (me)

“< 4th Star Sword Art: Universal Blood >” (me)

I gather my blood in my arms as the veins pulse once, tearing their way out of my arms before extending to the Sword and Dagger. The veins cling to my weapons as my blood pulses, flowing into the weapons that have become a part of me.

All the blood in my body dries up, my vitality diminishes greatly, without returning, my most primal instincts seem to burn within me. A desire for total destruction of everything around me weighs on my mind along with an unbearable hunger. I can hear the blood flowing through the bodies of those around me, and the sound becomes more and more delicious.

Of course, Vecna ​​wouldn’t stop and wait for me to use my technique. He attacked, piercing my shoulder and unleashing a series of blows, creating deep wounds on my body.

But at this point, there was no more blood to leak from these wounds. My blood pulsed through my veins, rushing to my swords where the veins were taking root. The blades of the dagger and sword were dyed red, an ocean of blood reflecting on their blades.

My Aura surged with a murderous presence. From within me, hunger and intent combined, increasing my aggression to the point of wanting to tear every damned enemy apart.

This always happens when I use this technique, but it no longer has the same level of effect as in the past. This time, I can control these evil desires; this endless hunger is this instinctive savagery.

I will not be controlled by my emotions.

“Come!!!” (Me)

His power was still growing, but suddenly a gleam of rationality appeared in his eyes as his strikes became more precise. He dropped his weapon, letting it crumble before two scythes emerged from his arms, each with one of the Concepts wrapped around its blade.

His attacks were now very powerful, the Scythe containing the Concept of Hatred creating attacks charged with pure destructive power, and the Scythe containing the Concept of Curse carrying countless Runes, seemingly rotting everything it touched. His attacks became more coordinated, he was less influenced by his emotions, but his Aura was still uncontrolled.

As he launched his attacks at me, each attack trying to carve out an opportunity to end the fight, I swung my two blades at him, creating trails of blood wherever the blades passed.

I swing my sword hard, and a large Serpent forms, made of blood with crystallized scales, its jaws already open in attack.

My dagger flies from my hands, causing a tidal wave of blood to form behind it, propelling the Serpent forward. Vecna ​​can’t dodge; he’s too close and doesn’t understand my technique.

His body is thrown back with multiple wounds, but the blood covering him is evaporating into a sickly black mist. The wounds on his body aren’t healing; it’s his Aura that’s condensing around them, creating what looks like gray feathers.

Vecna ​​glares at me, his gaze filled with hatred, but it doesn’t seem to be directed at me as he opens his mouth, each word filled with resentment.

“Why were you chosen as the Bringer of Chaos!? What have you done to deserve such power!?” (Vecna)

While he was out of control, his blows were growing stronger and full of raw power, but at least they were easier to handle. Now that his rationality seemed to be returning, it was getting harder and harder to handle his blows, so I thought I’d irritate him.

“I didn’t do anything. From what I heard, I was just born with this power.” (Me)

“Just as it was easy to obtain your power.” (Me)

“Seventh level…” (Vecna)

“To be honest, I don’t even know how it happened; it just became this way.” (Me)

“…” (Vecna)

“I see, transformation… integration, evolution, and mutation are all parts of the whole… transformation was the core… seems I was right to come to you.” (Vecna)

“(Damn, it backfired…)” (me)

I wanted to irritate him further, so seeing that he only had 6 pairs of wings with a thirteenth still hanging closed, I wanted to show off my 7 pairs of wings filled with the power of the Ascendant Law, to show that I surpassed him in his own power. For someone so focused on control to be surpassed in what was best must have been a severe blow to his ego.

But it didn’t work. In fact, his eyes calmed, his Aura became more determined, and he seemed to regain control as he looked at me, a slight smile spreading across his lips.

“Thank you, you made me understand how to go beyond the limit…” (Vecna)

“< Ascendant Law: Ascendant Spirit >” (Vecna)

Vecna’s wings glow, his Mastery Artifact emerges, becoming physical, and an Aura containing its own ego emerges from it. It then advances on its own to his front, where it vibrates, cracks forming around it. Before I can do anything, everything shatters as it dissolves into particles of energy that merge into a single ethereal being. He has a humanoid form, a crown with six jewels on his head, a featureless oval head, his robes are golden, and six pairs of ethereal wings are behind him. His presence seems to contain a profound essence of the universe.

“(So after the Artifact of Law comes an Ego that finally frees itself by creating a spirit… I see.)” (me)

I was ready to attack, I hadn’t gathered enough power for that, but then I realized something. The two Concepts began to attack the Spirit. Two-colored energy currents penetrated its translucent form, distorting its shape. Its head created four pairs of black eyes. A large vertical jaw opened from the bottom of its head to its chest, leading to a chaotic space filled with sharp teeth. Its presence became distorted with these Concepts fighting within it.

“Everything will be resolved once its power is in my hands!” (Vecna)

“No one can manipulate me anymore!” (Vecna)

“No one can influence me anymore!” (Vecna)

“I will not be HER tool!!!” (Vecna)

“< Ascendant Law: Universal Ascension >” (Vecna)

Once again, Vecna ​​seemed to be losing control. The two energies around him seemed to glow more intensely, while his Spirit of Law seemed to linger behind him, black tentacles connecting them and strange runes flowing between them.

Soon, the space around us trembled and vibrated with a wave of Law power. Runes appeared in space itself while everything around us seemed to disappear. It seemed like a version of the Realm, but clearly superior, almost on the level of the Divine Realm.

Soon, what lay around us was a giant technological city with buildings reaching up to the sky, resembling a dome. Everything was made of metal in various colors, and there were no people anywhere. It was a strange place, to say the least, with black spikes covered in purple runes piercing the buildings as well as the ground. There were also shadows that seemed to contain creatures everywhere.

Vecna ​​seems more unstable here, the two energies around him seeming to be colliding within him, his mouth glowing from within each time it opens. Even my eyes glow as if a light were flickering within. His Aura is slowly becoming more unstable as it strengthens even faster.

“With your power, everything will be solved… all problems… everything will be right again… I just need your power… the power of chaos… I NEED YOUR POWER!!!!!” (Vecna)

His power is still growing, more spikes and shadows appear in this place as if he’s being corrupted. Vecna ​​himself is being distorted. Purple spikes emerge from his back, piercing the Spirit of Law behind him, and his gray wings are being dyed black. He’s almost losing control.

“Vecna, it seems you’ve forgotten something. Your obsession has blinded you…” (me)

“Tarzor! Freya!” (Me)

My shadow appears behind me as a large Dragon’s head rises, its wooden horns beginning to propagate through space itself as the power of reality pumps through them.

“< Universal Magic: Collapse >” (Tarzor/Freya)

“No!!!!” (Vecna)

The space around us shatters until nothing remains. I didn’t even need to do anything with Tarzor and Freya being responsible. They then return to my shadow, leaving a nearly insane Vecna ​​in front of me staring at the Demonic space to which we’ve returned.

“HHHHHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” (Vecna)

Suddenly, the two Concepts seem to stop for a moment as they shatter along with the disappearing space. The two energies calm down, reducing the collisions. As Vecna ​​grabs the spirit behind him, pulling it into his body where he absorbs it, sprouting a 14th wing before speaking calmly again.

“Thank you very much, it was getting hard to keep control.” (Vecna)

“Then let’s end this once and for all.” (Vecna)