After Olivia left, Isama was about to eat the food she had bought for him when, all of a sudden, the Book of Anarchy began to tremble violently.
"!" Isama was startled, stepping back several paces.
The book floated upward, its pages flipping open as though blown by an invisible wind. A gust swept through, brushing against Isama's skin as the book hovered in the air. Suddenly, the tables and chairs were pulled into the book, followed by the shelves, the library walls, and finally the entire room around him—everything was being absorbed into its pages.
Isama's body froze, paralyzed by the sight before him. The scene unfolded so quickly that he could not even react. In the blink of an eye, the place where he stood transformed into barren land beneath a dark sky, lit only by the eerie glow of a crimson moon.
"Where is this?" Isama muttered to himself as he gazed around in disbelief. His eyes then caught the book, still floating before him, drifting slowly away.
It felt as though the book wanted to show him something. With hesitant steps, Isama followed it, until at last he arrived at a place unknown—a ruined temple, its stone foundations crumbling and long neglected. The structure was vast but roofless, nothing more than fragments of walls and broken pillars.
"What is this place?" Isama whispered, his face filled with curiosity. As if answering his question, the book opened to a certain page, and glowing words spilled out where Isama could read them.
"The Temple of the Forgotten God," Isama read aloud.
"God of Anarchy," the next words appeared, and Isama's eyes widened in shock.
From what he had read before, the God of Anarchy was born from the violent clash between the God of Light and the God of Darkness. A deity unbound by any law or rule, he was branded as dangerous—an existence that defied all order.
Cautiously, Isama stepped into the ruins, reaching a wide altar where a massive stone throne stood, its back adorned with intricate carvings. Upon it sat a man, one leg casually propped on the seat, his gaze fixed straight upon Isama.
The book darted forward, flying swiftly to the man's side, where it hovered loyally. From afar, Isama could feel an overwhelming pressure radiating from him—an aura of pure dread.
"Welcome, my Apostle," the man said, his eyes glowing a deep, menacing red.
"Apostle? What do you mean?" Isama stammered, bewildered.
"You have already sealed a blood pact with me through the contract you made," the man replied, motioning for the book to flip open. On the last page was a crimson stain—Isama's own blood.
"Wait, that was an accident!" Isama protested, panic flashing across his face.
"Accidents are but fragments of destiny," the man answered with a faint, knowing smile.
"I am the God of Anarchy," he declared, his grin stretching wide.
"!" Isama froze, shocked to realize that the man before him was no mere being, but a god.
"Isama Ethuida, born with a fragile body," the God of Anarchy said, knowing him by name.
"How do you know who I am?!" Isama exclaimed in disbelief.
"Of course I know my Apostle," the god chuckled.
"Since when did I agree to become your Apostle?" Isama argued, turning his back in defiance, intent on leaving despite the contract shown before him.
"Isama, I will grant you the strength to protect the ones you love," the God of Anarchy spoke as Isama walked away.
At these words, Isama froze in his tracks. Seeing his pause, the god's smile deepened.
"What do you mean?" Isama asked cautiously.
"With that frail body of yours, you cannot protect anyone," the god said, his gaze piercing into Isama's very soul, seeing the tiny spark of his life essence.
"Now, behold the fate that awaits you." With a gentle breath, the God of Anarchy exhaled. Suddenly, visions surged into Isama's mind—memories that were not his own. In them, Olivia, the one he trusted and cherished, was brutally murdered.
Clutching his head, Isama trembled as cold sweat and tears streamed down his face.
"That memory is your future," the god said solemnly, watching as Isama curled up in anguish.
"No… impossible…" Isama muttered, holding his head tighter as his tears fell.
At last, wiping his eyes, Isama stared at the God of Anarchy with a fierce determination. "I accept." His voice was firm, his resolve unwavering.
"Hahahaha!" The God of Anarchy's laughter roared like thunder, shaking the very ground beneath them.
Rising from his throne, he stepped forward, his hands glowing with a dark violet light. Reaching out toward Isama's head, the god unleashed his power. The shadowy energy surged through his arm and into Isama, flooding into him like a river filling an empty vessel.
"AAA!!" Isama screamed, overwhelmed by the torrent of power raging through his body.
Moments later, the God of Anarchy's form began to dissolve, scattering like dust in the wind. But before vanishing completely, he spoke once more:
"All the knowledge of the power I have given you lies within the book." His final words lingered with a smile before he faded into nothingness.
Exhausted, Isama's eyelids grew unbearably heavy. He could no longer resist, and soon he collapsed into darkness.
…
"!" Isama awoke with a jolt, gasping for breath inside the library. His heart pounded violently, his chest heaving as he recalled the terrifying events.
Clutching at his chest, he inhaled deeply, trying to calm the storm within. Slowly, his breathing steadied. Looking around, he found the library restored—no ruins, no strange temple, only the familiar room. The Book of Anarchy now rested quietly on the table beside him, opened as though nothing had happened.
The god's final words echoed in his mind, reminding him that the secrets of his newfound power lay within its pages.
Taking the book in hand, Isama rose, carrying the untouched food Olivia had bought for him. He left the library in haste, heading toward his room.
Inside his chamber, a modest space with a single bed, a reddish-brown wardrobe, and a mirror set near a desk, the storm outside raged. Heavy rain battered the mansion windows, accompanied by fierce winds.
Locking the door, Isama sat at his desk, setting down the book and his meal. He opened the Book of Anarchy once again, carefully studying every word written within.