Cain inhaled slowly, calming the storm within him. Then he raised his hand.
At once, reality trembled.
A massive gate materialized above him, so vast that it stretched across the sky, covering the firmant as far as the eye could see. Its presence was overwhelming, radiating an authority that dwarfed the entire realm beneath it.
With a single thought, the gate opened.
Beyond it lay a dinsion of unimaginable scale.
An ocean of blood raged within, surging with power and cosmic force. Its waves carried principles so profound that no Third Realm lifeform could ever hope to comprehend them.
Cain gazed into that dinsion, a aningful smile forming on his lips.
Then, with another thought, the Nirvana Crown Prince appeared before him.
The Nirvana Crown Prince's eyes were empty.
Although he was still alive and his soul remained intact, the damage he had suffered was far beyond what he could recover from on his own. Even with his overwhelming regenerative abilities, his body and mind had been pushed to a state of irreversible collapse. However, none of that mattered anymore.
Without hesitation or ceremony, Cain cast the broken body into the Scarlet Throne.
The mont it entered, everything changed.
The connection between the Nirvana Crown Prince and the outside universe was severed instantly. His existence, in its entirety, now
belonged to the domain of the throne. There was no resistance, no struggle, no lingering will that could oppose what was happening. The authority of the Chaos Scarlet Throne was absolute.
The body fell into the vast ocean of blood within the throne's dinsion.
As it sank beneath the surface, a transformation began.
In the Scarlet Thrones forged through the Power of Order, enemies were reshaped into pieces of the land itself. Their bodies beca part of the terrain, while their minds and souls were bound into endless cycles of pain and suppression.
That suffering was not rely punishnt. It served a purpose, preserving the sharpness of their Primordial Essence and ensuring that their power would never dull.
And equally importantly, it ensured order. No matter how strong the entity inside the throne had once been, rebellion beca impossible under that absolute domination.
It reflected the philosophy behind its creator. Cain's past self had believed in control through pain, in forging obedience through unrelenting tornt.
Cain did not reject that idea outright. After all, those sent into the throne were his enemies. Their suffering had never been sothing he particularly cared about.
However, the Power of Chaos followed a different path.
Through his connection to the throne, Cain could perceive
everything that occurred within it. He watched as the Nirvana Crown Prince's form began to dissolve. His human shape faded, breaking apart into streams of energy. His personality, his mories, his ego- everything that defined him as an individual-was stripped away. None of it was needed.
Chaos did not dominate through suppression.
It governed through transformation and integration.
The existence of those who entered the throne was not destroyed but purified, cleansed of instability and contradiction, and reborn as sothing new. They beca part of a greater whole, their essence harmonized with the domain itself.
A sharp, resonant cry echoed through the dinsion.
"SHRIIIK!"
Monts later, a magnificent phoenix erged from the ocean of blood.
Its wings stretched wide as it ascended, flas trailing behind it like streams of living light. It soared through the vast dinsion with a presence that radiated calm and balance. There was no hatred within it, no ambition, no trace of the Nirvana Crown Prince's forr self.
It had been reborn as an entirely new entity.
Its mind was filled with peace.
A smile slowly ford on Cain's face as he felt the tranquil nature of the phoenix's soul through their connection. The transformation had been flawless and extended beyond the throne.
Flas erupted around Cain's body, but these were not the white flas born from his Ancestor Drop. These flas carried a different
essence.
They were the flas of rebirth.
The flas of a phoenix.
Through the bond between the Chaos Scarlet Throne and his own
existence, Cain's bloodline began to evolve. The phoenix's nature flowed back into him, rging with his own essence and reshaping one of his greatest weaknesses.
Cain raised his hand, watching the flas dance across his skin.
"They are part of now."
His smile widened, filled with satisfaction.
"For the first ti, my regeneration has caught up with the rest of my
power."
For a long ti, his offensive strength, speed, and endurance had far
surpassed his ability to recover from damage. That imbalance had always been a hidden flaw, one that could prove fatal in prolonged battles. Now, that weakness had been addressed in the most
profound way possible.
Cain inhaled deeply as the flas slowly subsided. With a thought,
the gates of the Scarlet Throne closed and vanished from sight,
returning to his Ancestor Drop.
Silence settled around him.
He turned his attention inward, analyzing every aspect of his existence. The results left even him montarily stunned.
The speed of his growth in Paradise was extraordinary.
Of course, that progress had not co without cost. The number of
tis he had co close to death was countless. Each advancent had been earned through struggle, risk, and relentless pressure.
However, there was no denying that the speed at which he had advanced was incredible, even by the standards of the greatest geniuses in the universe.
In the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, Cain had been a dominant force. There had been opponents capable of matching him, but more often than not, he stood at the top of the hierarchy.
A big fish in a not-so-small pond.
Paradise was different.
Here, he was still powerful from the very beginning, thanks to arriving
with an Alpha Oga Overgod Primordial Essence, but the scale had.
changed completely.
The Scarlet King jumped from a pond into a shark-infested ocean.
Most who found themselves in such a situation were crushed.
They faltered, unable to adapt to the drastic change, and were eventually consud by the overwhelming forces around them.
Cain had done the opposite.
He had adapted.
He had risen.
He had surpassed the limits imposed on him, evolving multiple aspects of his existence into the Fourth Realm-a level he had never
even touched before arriving here.
Despite that, he knew it was not enough.
Deep within his heart, he could feel it. Sothing was coming.
A threat far greater than anything he had faced before.
It was a presence so overwhelming that even beings like the Ancient
One and the Monster of the Root-two of the most terrifying opponents he had ever encountered-would seem insignificant in
comparison.
If he wanted even the slightest chance of survival, he needed to
prepare. Without wasting a second, Cain rose into the sky. His expression turned cold and focused as he extended his senses, connecting with the laws of the Ninth Realm through the Power of Chaos.
Slowly, the entire realm unfolded within his perception. Every landmass, every stronghold, every lingering trace of life appeared in his mind as a complete and detailed image.
Once he had fully grasped it, he moved.
With a single motion of his hand, two massive spheres manifested
before him.
One was filled with souls.
Billions of them.
The other contained Ancestor Drops, each one pulsing with
condensed power and vitality.
Cain opened his eyes, and within them burned a fierce and unwavering determination.
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