Will of chaos

Chapter 1989: Cap 1984: End of training and beginning of another…

Pov Hades:

I was alone in an unexpected place, looking at someone who shouldn’t be here. Everywhere I looked, there were only flowers emanating aromas that affected the curse that formed my body, while the colors and light of the leaves directly affected my soul, which had been throbbing since I arrived here.

Amidst the flowers was she, dressed in much more provocative clothes, looking at me with those cold eyes.

“Hello, darling, I’m so glad you could come~…” (Yaffe)

“Yaffe, where are we…?” (Me)

“Don’t worry, I’ve already killed everything on this planet before you arrived, and this domain of the Curse was specially prepared for you~…” (Yaffe)

As she spoke, her words trailed off as she walked towards me, making sure to highlight every curve of her body. I tried to take a step back, and it was as if gravity shifted.

My whole body was heating up, and the power of Chaos within me was circulating in different ways than normal. I didn’t understand how this was happening.

She arrived right in front of me, floating to look me in the eye. Her hand brushing against my face made me realize that my sensitivity had been immensely amplified.

“What did you… do…” (me)

“I swear I tried to go slowly, but seeing such a perfect, cursed body and not being able to touch it~…” (Yaffe)

“A woman has needs, and if those needs can also help in my studies with the added bonus of having such a beautiful specimen, then triple the pleasure~…” (Yaffe)

Her serpent tongue stretches along the side of my face while her hands begin to slowly explore my body.

I noticed Yaffe’s advances many times; her approaches were always bold and in some cases aggressive, but even though I’ve developed a kind of liking for her, it doesn’t change the fact that she still has selfish motives in her actions that don’t consider my lord Zenos.

“You know, it took me a long time to find the perfect combination of poison, curse, and ritual that awakens something warmer inside you~…” (Yaffe)

“Yaffe… no…” (me)

“Don’t worry, you’ll soon be asking for more… we have days to ensure that~…” (Yaffe)

The last thing I clearly remember was her sadistic smile; after that, my mind seemed intoxicated, and an incredible sensation coursed through my hands, body, and soul.

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Pov Zenos:

“Stop running and pay attention to me!” (Cortana)

“Try taking a hit from you before you tell me to stop running!!” (me)

I dodge her attack; her kick passes over me as I bend my body backward, and the moment she changes the direction of the blow, I have already opened my wings to pull myself back hastily.

The blow that struck a dark cloud we were passing through caused a full, crystal-clear rain to fall, yet without causing any commotion with its strikes; it was as if only I could feel the monumental force of her fist.

She flies towards me, and I shift my body downwards before abruptly changing direction to collide with her, but she wasn’t surprised. She dodges my kick without changing her expression before elbowing my leg, which breaks on impact, sending a burst of vitality like red waves in a cone-shaped direction. This blow was followed by a second one from her other hand, flying towards my face, which I responded to with my own fist.

This time I thought I wouldn’t be pushed back, but the impact seemed to pierce my soul, pushing part of my energy within my soul in all directions.

Without wasting any time, I advance against her. After hours of training, I can now match her speed, and my body moves more naturally, but I still don’t understand how she’s using her Concept in her body.

When I face her head-on, our blows are the target, because I dodge her punches and she does the same with mine, but she always leaves openings trying to trap me. I learned this the hard way.

Sometimes it seems like she’s encouraging me to attack, and other times she seems determined to attack, causing a significant amount of damage. I didn’t understand her criteria or what she was trying to teach. She spoke very little, as if she expected me to learn on my own.

In the middle of the training combat, my mind wandered to the moment I entered Hana’s mind and saw her wearing that soccer jersey. It was an intrusive thought that came out of nowhere and destroyed my head for a millisecond, which Cortana took advantage of.

She landed a blow to my right rib, followed by a spinning kick that changed direction, striking me downwards. This time I didn’t create any craters, but I felt my strength leaving my body as if being pushed down, a natural wave flowing through the world as it spread.

After that blow, we separated, and I looked in all directions. The world, once in ruins, was very different, as was I.

I was covered in bruises, thinner, and with several injuries; I even had broken bones. My recovery seemed to be very slow for some reason.

Compared to my horrible state of someone who had been beaten up, the world around me was marvelous. The craters where I fell had become lakes, the valleys created by my body being dragged had become rivers, the mountains that had risen were covered in ice or with magma flowing down their slopes.

The sky had also become clear, showing that the atmosphere had recovered. On the land, young forests were growing as far as the eye could see, with thousands of young trees growing as far as the eye could see.

I glanced at Cortana; she wasn’t unscathed either. Her clothes were a bit tattered and her hair disheveled, but she had no visible injuries or seemed weak. We’d been fighting for hours, and even landing several blows didn’t seem to make a difference.

“That was a one-sided beating, wasn’t it?” (me)

“Just because we were limiting ourselves to our bodies, in terms of attack power, you would beat me with your techniques. My power isn’t suited to combat.” (Cortana)

“Funny to say that in this situation…” (me)

“The issue lies in specialization. All Concepts and powers can be used in combat or in various situations, but that doesn’t necessarily make them specialized in everything.” (Cortana)

“In the same way that I can decompose your body, vitality, and energy to nourish this world, my focus wasn’t on harming you; that was merely the consequence.” (Cortana)

“…” (me)

“Now, rest… you’ll need it before facing Lena.” (Cortana)

Cortana flies beyond the sky, leaving the planet, then the stars seem to take shape beside me as Tarzor appears.

“How do you feel?” (Tarzor)

“Confused…” (me)

There was so much on my mind. I wanted to use this training to reorganize my thoughts, focusing on something more constructive, which wasn’t working.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Hana, about her past, about her feelings, about my feelings back then, about what could have happened if she hadn’t abandoned me and had been there while I was growing up.

Cortana’s blows hurt a lot, but they’re superficial compared to this pain. I feel like an old wound has been forcibly reopened.

“Is there blood there?” (me)

“Can I get it, any preference?” (Tarzor)

“From my temple, the sacred power will help.” (me)

“Here.” (Tarzor)

Tarzor places his hand on his chest and when he removes it, a stream of blood is compressing into a sphere in his hand before being given to me, which I swallow in one gulp.

“It doesn’t have the same effect as before.” (me)

Sigh

The sacred power in this blood did little for me; its effects were only half of what they were before, perhaps a little less than half. It seems my new constitution needs further study to learn how to recover more efficiently.

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3 hours later.

I couldn’t sleep. I had to run some tests to figure out how to recover, and the blood was still the most effective; I just had to increase the quantity and quality to compensate.

What I did was create a sea of ​​blood in my Divine realm, divine blood refined by the wills of all the Star Paths and with all the sacred blood pools of my temples flowing into it, but that would be a future solution that was still being implemented.

“I’m leaving, your new training partner has arrived.” (Tarzor)

“…” (me)

My body had just recovered; I was sitting in the grass while Tarzor turned his back, the space closing in on him, and then he disappeared.

In the place where he was, someone fell from the sky, already looking at me. As soon as their feet touched the ground, a wave of vitality exploded in all directions, making flowers grow and bloom, and trees begin to bear fruit. A natural presence surrounded the surroundings, making this planet seem normal.

“Shall we begin your training?” (Lena)

“I am at your disposal; just tell me how we will do this.” (me)