Free Web NovelChapter 235: Chapter 235: The Villain of the World
The Golden Capital of Solaris was no longer a city. It was a floating graveyard of shattered marble and terrified screams.
Gravity in the lower district remained completely inverted. Entire taverns, barracks, and grand libraries tore loose from their ancient foundations and fell upward into the freezing black sky. The screams of thousands of citizens echoed as they plummeted into the dark void above, suffocating in a localized vacuum of Khaos’s own creation.
Khaos walked calmly on the exposed bedrock of the main avenue. His boots crunched softly against the dead, grey ash that used to be the most prosperous street in the mortal realm. He did not look up at the floating debris. He did not listen to the begging of the dying people above him. He kept his solid black eyes fixed entirely on the royal palace at the summit of the hill.
A regiment of Royal Paladins blocked his path. There were exactly three hundred men, heavily armored in blessed platinum gear. They rode massive, armored warhorses and held lances tipped with concentrated lightning. They were the ultimate pride of the Atrai Kingdom, a force that had conquered entire nations and burned countless villages in the name of absolute peace.
"For the King!" the Paladin Captain roared, leveling his crackling lance. "Eradicate the demon!"
The three hundred heavy cavalrymen charged down the avenue. The ground shook beneath their thundering hooves. The air hissed with raw electrical energy.
Khaos did not slow his pace. He simply opened his mouth and exhaled a single breath of freezing black fog.
The fog rolled over the cobblestones like a living serpent. As soon as the galloping warhorses touched the mist, the laws of physics violently unraveled. The polished stones suddenly lost all friction. The massive beasts slipped, their momentum twisting them into horrific angles. The blessed platinum armor of the paladins instantly melted into liquid lead, searing through their skin and fusing them to their mounts.
The terrifying charge collapsed into a tangled, screaming mass of boiling metal and dying flesh.
Khaos walked straight through the carnage. He did not even blink at the burning men. He stepped on a melted platinum shield, leaving a perfect footprint of black frost deep in the metal.
He finally reached the grand steps of the Royal Palace. The massive golden doors were sealed shut. Glowing golden runes pulsed across the metal, powered by the lifeblood of a thousand royal mages. It was an ancient barrier designed to withstand a direct strike from a falling meteor or the wrath of a god.
Khaos pressed his tiny left hand flat against the golden seal.
"Open," Khaos commanded the metal.
The ancient magical seal shrieked. The golden runes turned a sickly purple before violently shattering into dust. The massive doors dissolved into fine golden mist, blowing away in the unnatural winter breeze.
Khaos stepped inside the grand throne room.
The chamber was vast, lined with towering statues of previous kings. At the far end of the hall, King Aurelius sat upon the Sun Throne. The king wore a heavy crown of diamonds, but his face was completely pale. He was sweating profusely in absolute terror. High Mage Valerius knelt beside the throne, his ruined eyes bleeding onto the polished marble floor.
Standing between Khaos and the throne was a single woman.
She wore sleek, silver armor that glowed with divine light. A pair of angelic wings made of pure, condensed mana hovered behind her back. She held a radiant broadsword that pulsed with the authority of the high heavens. She was Aegis, the Sword of the Dawn. She was a legendary champion chosen by the gods themselves to protect humanity from ultimate evil.
"Your path of destruction ends here, anomaly," Aegis declared, pointing her glowing blade at the boy. "The heavens have marked you for divine judgment."
Khaos stopped walking. He tilted his head, studying the glowing woman. "You are very bright. You hurt my eyes. Make the light go away."
"I will purify your corrupted soul!" Aegis shouted.
She vanished in a flash of blinding white light. She moved faster than sound, appearing directly behind Khaos. She swung her divine broadsword in a perfect, lethal arc aimed cleanly at the back of his neck.
Khaos did not turn around. He simply raised his father’s broken iron hilt and blocked the strike backward.
The divine blade struck the rusted iron. The throne room exploded with a blinding flash of colliding energy. The marble floor beneath them completely vaporized, leaving a crater thirty feet deep.
Aegis gasped loudly. Her arms trembled violently. The divine broadsword, an artifact of supreme heavenly authority, could not cut through a broken piece of mundane iron.
"Your sword is very loud," Khaos whispered.
He slowly turned around, his black eyes locking onto her glowing blue ones. He reached out and grabbed the edge of her divine blade with his bare hand.
Khaos squeezed his fingers. The holy light inside the sword screamed in agony. Deep black cracks spiderwebbed across the glowing steel. The absolute authority of the heavens began to rapidly rot under the crushing weight of pure, unadulterated Chaos.
With a sickening crunch, the divine broadsword shattered into a thousand useless pieces of dull glass.
Aegis fell to her knees, coughing up a mouthful of silver blood. The angelic wings behind her back flickered and died completely. She looked up at the tiny boy in pure, unfiltered horror. He had not just broken her weapon. He had violently severed her connection to the gods.
Khaos placed his small hand on the top of her head. He did not kill her. He simply pulled the remaining divine mana out of her core, twisting it until the pure light turned completely black.
"You can live, I want you to watch. I want you to remember what I did to your kingdom."
Khaos walked past her and approached the grand throne.
King Aurelius scrambled backward, falling out of his golden chair. He crawled across the floor like a terrified insect, his heavy diamond crown slipping over his eyes and clattering against the stone.
"Please," the King begged, "Take the treasury. Take the entire kingdom. You can be the Emperor of the whole continent. Just spare my life. Spare my family."
Khaos looked down at the groveling monarch. He felt absolutely nothing for the man. He remembered the charred, broken blanket buried in the black mud of the Nameless Valley. He remembered the deafening silence of his dead parents. He remembered the smell of the ash. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
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Khaos stepped forward and rested his boot on the King’s chest. He did not push down physically. He simply pushed his raw intent into the very leylines of the earth directly beneath the royal palace.
He unsealed the heavy black door in his soul entirely. He tore it from its hinges and threw it into the endless abyss of his own heart.
The void did not just leak out. It erupted.
Buzzzzz!
Instantly, a localized black hole formed directly inside the throne room. It swallowed King Aurelius instantly, deleting his physical body and his soul from existence without a single drop of blood. It swallowed High Mage Valerius, silencing his panicked screams forever.
The black hole expanded rapidly. It consumed the golden statues. It consumed the marble pillars. It consumed the massive glass windows.
Khaos floated in the center of the expanding void, completely untouched by the crushing gravity.
Aegis lay on the edge of the crater, watching in mute, paralyzed horror as the greatest kingdom in the mortal realm simply vanished into the dark.
The black hole expanded outward, swallowing the entire mountain that the capital rested upon.
The golden Towers, the impenetrable walls, the floating debris in the sky, all of it was violently sucked into the center and completely erased from reality. The destruction was absolutely silent.
The magic of Chaos ate the very sound waves before they could travel.
Within mere minutes, the Atrai Kingdom was no more.
There was no rubble left behind. There were no ruins for future historians to study. There were no survivors to rebuild. There was only a massive, perfectly smooth, bottomless crater in the exact center of the continent.
The ocean surrounding the landmass violently rushed inward to fill the massive empty space. And millions of gallons of seawater crashed into the crater, creating a terrifying, permanent whirlpool that roared with the sound of a million dying souls.
The sheer force of the rushing water generated massive storms that would plague the coastlines for centuries.
Khaos floated high above the new, violent ocean. The sky above him remained pitch black, permanently scarred by his terrible presence.
He looked down at his own small hands. They were trembling, but not from fear. They trembled from absolute, godlike power. He had kept his promise to his father. He had avenged the Nameless Valley.
But the cold, hollow emptiness inside his chest was not filled. The revenge tasted exactly like ash.
The world was still full of rules. It was still full of kingdoms, empires, and gods who thought they could control the natural order. They would look at this whirlpool and call him a monster. They would send armies. They would send more champions.
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High above the clouds, in the floating city of Arcania, the Grand Council felt the violent shudder of the continent collapsing. The six Archmages stared at their observation orbs in sheer terror. Archmage Vespera closed her eyes, knowing she had personally trained the very end of days.
The remaining nations of the world felt the magical shockwave. The high clerics in the southern temples fell to their knees as their holy artifacts cracked. The druids in the eastern forests wept as the trees around them suddenly withered and died.
Khaos closed his eyes and listened to the roaring of the new ocean below him. He was no longer just a grieving boy from a destroyed village. He had crossed the point of no return. The world had branded him an anomaly, a demon, and a threat.
He opened his eyes, and the bright violet color was gone forever. Only the absolute, infinite black remained.
If they wanted a villain, he would be the greatest villain the universe had ever known. He would destroy their spells. He would annihilate their thrones. He would tear down the sky itself until there was nothing left but the beautiful, chaotic dark.
