"I have comprehended the Grand Dao of Shenanigans," he declared solemnly.
The cultivators starred in stunned silence.
Athena covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.
Amelia smirked.
Liam sighed.
"…This is going to be a problem," Camila muttered.
Satoshi grinned.
"Oh, absolutely."
And just like that—
The war in the cultivation world began.
The air was thick with tension.
The floating platform beneath them trembled from the clash between Liam and the silver-haired cultivator. The surrounding sect disciples gripped their swords, their auras flaring with hostility.
And yet—
Before the fight could continue—
An elderly man stepped forward.
His robes were worn yet pristine, flowing like the clouds that surrounded them. His long white beard swayed gently in the wind. His eyes, once filled with wisdom and experience, were now wide with awe.
And then—
He knelt.
Before Satoshi.
A hush fell over the battlefield.
The cultivators froze in place.
Liam's golden eyes narrowed.
Amelia folded her arms, her expression unreadable.
Athena stared, her hands clenching.
Even Camila, the Goddess of Time, was silent.
Because this wasn't normal.
This wasn't something anyone had expected.
The elderly man lowered his head, his voice shaking.
"King of Chaos."
Satoshi blinked.
"…Huh?"
The title hung in the air.
A single phrase, yet it carried weight beyond understanding.
Satoshi turned to his friends, looking for some kind of answer—but they were just as shocked as he was.
Camila took a slow step forward.
"What… are you talking about?"
The elderly cultivator lifted his head, his eyes burning with reverence.
"When I was a young disciple, my master told me a story," he said.
"A story of a man who walked between worlds. A man who could twist reality to his will. A man who could bend an entire realm—its laws, its people, its very fabric—as if it were nothing more than a toy."
The old man's fingers trembled.
"A man called the King of Chaos."
Satoshi's grin faded slightly.
For the first time, something cold curled in his chest.
"…And you think that's me?"
The cultivator's voice shook.
"What you just did… the way you changed reality itself for amusement…"
He lowered his head again, pressing his forehead against the ground.
"There is no doubt."
Silence.
The other cultivators—who had been ready to attack mere moments ago—looked at each other in stunned confusion.
This was not how things were supposed to go.
Satoshi rubbed the back of his head. "Look, old man, I think you're—"
Camila suddenly interrupted, her golden Eyes of Time burning.
"Wait."
She turned to Satoshi.
"…Has someone with the Eyes of Sloth ever come here before?"
Satoshi paused.
The thought hadn't even crossed his mind.
The Eyes of Sloth… his own Sin… the power to break the very foundation of how things worked.
Had someone like him—**or worse, someone stronger than him—**been here before?
And if they had…
What did they leave behind?
The elderly man lifted his head once more.
"My sect… we have dedicated our lives to studying the echoes of the King of Chaos," he said.
His eyes gleamed.
"It would be the greatest honor… if you and your companions would come to our sect as our esteemed guests."
Satoshi looked at him.
Looked at the kneeling figure of a man who had lived in this world for centuries.
A man who had spent his entire life believing in the existence of something that should not exist.
And now, that belief had become reality.
Satoshi exhaled slowly.
Then—
He smirked.
"Well," he muttered.
"This just got interesting."
And with that—
The story of the King of Chaos truly began.
The Path to Immortality
The world of cultivation stretched before them—a land where the laws of nature bent to those who dared defy them.
Towering jade mountains stood like eternal sentinels, their peaks hidden in endless clouds of spiritual mist. Floating palaces hovered in the sky, reflecting the golden light of an ethereal sun. Rivers shimmered with liquid qi, and ancient runes glowed upon the earth, radiating wisdom from an era long past.
Satoshi took a deep breath.
And grinned.
Because this—this was a dream come true.
Before them, thousands of cultivators trained endlessly.
Some stood on the mountaintops, facing the sky, absorbing the purest essence of heaven and earth.
Others wielded flying swords, dancing through the air like phantoms, their movements so fluid they seemed like they were one with the wind.
In the distance, a group of disciples shattered boulders with their bare hands, sending shockwaves rippling through the land.
And then—
Satoshi saw someone break through.
A young cultivator meditating beneath a massive waterfall suddenly let out a roar, his body trembling as an invisible force erupted from within him.
The air around him twisted, rippling like disturbed water. His body rose off the ground, surrounded by a golden glow.
The very sky responded, a thunderous boom shaking the heavens.
And in that instant—
He ascended.
He had taken a step closer to immortality.
Satoshi's grin stretched even wider.
"Holy crap."
His fingers twitched.
He wanted to try.
He wanted to break through too.
But—
"…Uh." He blinked, rubbing his head.
"How the hell do I do it?"
Lessons from the Elder
Mark—the elderly cultivator who had knelt before Satoshi—chuckled.
"You are not from this world," he said, stroking his long white beard. "So it is only natural that you do not understand how we cultivate."
Satoshi turned to him eagerly.
"Teach me."
Athena lit up. "Me too!"
Amelia smirked. "This could be useful."
Even Camila nodded slightly. "Understanding the fundamental laws of this world will make it easier to manipulate time here."
Mark's gaze flickered to Liam. "And you?"
Liam simply crossed his arms, his golden eyes scanning the horizon.
"…I will watch," he murmured.
Mark nodded in understanding, then turned to the others.
"Sit."
They did as instructed, sitting in a meditative position on a platform of smooth jade.
Mark exhaled deeply, lifting a hand.
"Close your eyes. Feel the air around you. Do not simply breathe—absorb. Let the world's essence enter you."
Satoshi frowned but followed the instructions, shutting his eyes.
At first, he felt nothing.
Then—
Something shifted.
It was like feeling the wind inside him.
Like something unseen was flowing through his veins, wrapping around his heart, his mind, his soul.
A vast ocean of power lay before him, waiting to be grasped.
Satoshi's grin returned.
"Oh. This is awesome."
The Voice of a Goddess
Liam, standing at the edge of the platform, remained silent.
He had no interest in cultivation.
Divine power already ran through his body—the purest authority of the gods.
But still—
He closed his eyes.
And then—
He heard her.
A voice older than time.
A voice that should not exist in this world.
"My child."
Liam's breath caught.
His entire body froze.
Because he knew that voice.
It was her.
The Goddess of Light.
The divine being he had once sworn himself to.
The voice was distant, an echo from another realm. But it was there—and it was calling him.
"My child, awaken."
His golden eyes snapped open.
And then—
The mountain trembled.
The Power of the Sin of Pride
Divine light erupted from Liam's body.
It was not cultivation.
It was not qi.
It was pure divinity.
An aura so strong, so overwhelming, that the sky itself bent beneath its weight.
The entire sect fell silent.
Every single cultivator—**from the lowest disciples to the highest elders—**felt it.
They turned, their gazes filled with shock and awe.
Even Mark's expression wavered.
"…Impossible."
The golden light spread across the entire mountain range, enveloping everything in its radiance.
The disciples who had been training staggered back, clutching their chests, as if their very souls were trembling.
The air became so thick with divine energy that it was difficult to breathe.
The sky cracked.
Satoshi, still meditating, cracked one eye open.
"…Huh?"
He turned his head.
And then—
He laughed.
"Oh, now that's cool."
Liam's golden aura burned like the sun itself, his divine power overflowing, shattering the suppressive force of the world.
Because this world, this realm of cultivation, did not recognize gods.
It had no concept of divinity.
It had no defenses against something beyond its understanding.
Liam exhaled slowly.
And then—
He lowered his power.
The golden radiance faded, retreating into his body like a storm being sealed away.
The air cleared.
The trembling mountains stilled.
And slowly—the world returned to normal.
But the damage had been done.
The cultivators who had witnessed the event would never forget it.
For the first time in thousands of years, a being had arrived in this world that did not belong here.
A being that could not be understood, not be explained, not be measured.
Liam turned away.
His expression was unreadable.
Satoshi, still grinning, stretched lazily.
"Well," he said. "That was dramatic."
Mark took a deep breath.
"…You are not just cultivators."
His gaze swept over them.
"You are something far beyond that."
His voice lowered.
"This world… will not be able to contain you."
Satoshi smirked.
"Well, that just makes things more fun."
And just like that—
Their true journey in the cultivation world began.
The Sin That Breaks Heaven
The mountain was still recovering from Liam's outburst of divine power.
Disciples whispered in hushed tones, elders struggled to comprehend what had happened, and the very air of the cultivation world seemed to shudder in the presence of something that did not belong.
But Satoshi—
Satoshi was grinning.
Because if Liam had just shaken the heavens—
Then Satoshi wanted to see if he could break them.
Drifting Beyond Reality
He took a deep breath.
Closed his eyes.
And let go.
At first, it was the same feeling as before—the slow pulse of the world's spiritual energy, the weight of existence pressing down upon him.
But then—
Something changed.
It was subtle at first.
A shift in the air, a whisper in the void.
And then—
He felt himself floating.
Drifting beyond his body.
Beyond the mountain.
Beyond the sky.
Beyond the world itself.
And when he opened his eyes—
He was no longer in the cultivation realm.
He stood in a vast, burning wasteland.
The air was thick with fire and destruction, the sky above him split apart by endless storms of rage and power.
A realm of pure, unfiltered wrath.
And before him—
Sat a throne of bloodstained obsidian.
A being rested upon it, his body wreathed in flames, his presence heavy enough to crack reality itself.
A figure of impossible might and fury.
The King of Wrath.
And he was waiting for Satoshi.
The Gift of a King
The King of Wrath's eyes burned like twin stars, his gaze sharp and piercing.
"You have already been marked by Sloth," he rumbled. "The King of Indolence has given you his third stage."
His voice carried the weight of ages, of battles that had shattered universes, of a fury so great it could erase history itself.
Satoshi tilted his head.
"Yeah? What about it?"
The King's lips curled into a dangerous smirk.
"I will not be outdone."
Satoshi blinked.
"…Huh?"
The King of Wrath rose from his throne.
And the entire realm trembled.
Flames erupted from the ground, the sky cracked apart, and the very concept of destruction itself seemed to bend in his presence.
Then—
He reached forward.
Placed a single burning finger upon Satoshi's forehead.
And power consumed him.
The Birth of Chaos
Satoshi's mind shattered.
No—not shattered.
It was remade.
Power unlike anything he had ever known surged through him, twisting through his veins, unraveling the limits of his existence.
If the Eyes of Sloth had given him Fun Reality Manipulation, allowing him to twist logic and plot to his will—
Then the third stage of the Eyes of Wrath was something else entirely.
It was the power to break.
To crush.
To unmake.
Satoshi's body burned with energy that could tear heaven from its throne.
His Eyes of Wrath ignited, the golden-red irises now flickering with an aura of pure chaos.
And for the first time—
He felt something deeper than fun.
Something darker.
Something absolute.
Because the power of Wrath was not about playing with reality.
It was about destroying it.
The Shattering of Heaven
Satoshi's breath hitched.
The power inside him was too much, overflowing like an infinite storm, threatening to consume everything around him.
The cultivation world reacted violently.
The sky split open.
The land shook.
An invisible wave of destruction spread from his body, cracking the very foundation of this realm.
The sect disciples staggered back, eyes wide in horror.
Mark, the elder, stared at him as if he had become something unholy.
Aurelia—who had once believed her Chaos Manipulation to be unrivaled—felt an unfamiliar chill of fear.
And Liam—
Liam clenched his fists, his golden aura flaring, recognizing the raw, uncontrolled power for what it was.
"Satoshi."
Satoshi grinned.
And the world broke.
The Laws Collapse
The sky flipped upside down.
The rivers flowed backward.
The mountains dissolved into ink, reforming as abstract paintings in the sky.
The concept of weight, distance, and causalitycollapsed.
The cultivation world, once stable, recoiled violently.
Because this was a power it was never meant to withstand.
Satoshi exhaled slowly, his fingers tingling with the sheer weight of the chaos coursing through him.
"Whew," he muttered. "That's… a lot."
He turned to Liam, eyes still burning with golden-red light.
"I think I broke something."
Liam sighed deeply.
"You think?"
Mark fell to his knees, his body trembling.
"This… This is not the power of a cultivator."
His voice was barely a whisper.
"This… is something that should not exist."
Satoshi blinked.
Then—he grinned.
"Well," he said, stretching lazily.
"That just makes things more fun."
And with that—
The world of cultivation had truly met its greatest threat.
The King of Chaos… had fully awakened.
A Gathering of Storms
The world of cultivation was not ready.
Not for Satoshi.
Not for Amelia.
Not for Camila.
Not for beings who should not exist in this realm.
Liam's divine power had already shaken the foundation of the mountain.
Satoshi's chaotic power had fractured reality itself.
But it was not over.
Because now—the Goddess of Time and the Embodiment of Lust had yet to awaken.
And when they did—
The entire cultivation world felt it.
The Goddess of Time Moves
Camila sat in silence.
The sky was split apart, Satoshi's power still warping the heavens.
Yet—she did not react.
She simply closed her eyes.
And then—time stopped.
The mountain froze.
The wind ceased.
The ripples in the rivers hung motionless in the air.
Even the clouds remained suspended, locked in a state of absolute stillness.
Mark—the ancient elder—felt his breath catch.
This was not just a high-level use of time manipulation.
This was absolute control.
Camila opened her eyes.
And in that instant—the entire timeline fractured.
The sky split into countless possibilities, each a different version of reality.
A future where the mountain no longer existed.
A past where the cultivation world had never formed.
A present where all living beings were nothing but dust.
And Camila—**the sole master of this timeline—stood untouched, rewriting the flow of existence itself.
She raised a single hand.
And the mountain moved backward.
The land healed itself.
The cracks from Satoshi's chaotic surge vanished, reversed as though they had never happened.
And then—
Time resumed.
The disciples who had been frozen in fear suddenly found themselves moved back to where they had been minutes ago.
As if the destruction had never happened.
The very concept of time had yielded to her will.
And Mark—a man who had seen countless generations of cultivators rise and fall—fell to his knees.
"…This is beyond Qi. Beyond cultivation. Beyond heaven itself."
And yet—it was still not over.
The Nightmare Awakens
Amelia exhaled.
Her Eyes of Lust glowed, reflecting the shifting chaos of Satoshi and the frozen time of Camila.
Then—
The mountain grew dark.
No.
Not dark.
It lost the concept of light.
The air grew thick and heavy, suffocating yet intoxicating, a dream-like aura settling upon the world.
Mark's breath hitched.
"No… this is not simple energy manipulation. This is something far worse."
Amelia's presence itself had changed.
It was no longer just a powerful aura.
It was something deeper.
Something primal.
And then—nightmares spilled into reality.
The disciples screamed, their eyes widening as shadows crawled up their bodies.
They saw visions of themselves dying, countless versions of their fate—some being torn apart, others turning into dust, others falling into endless voids.
To some, the nightmare was of failure.
To others, it was of eternal suffering.
And yet, to a chosen few—
The nightmare was of something worse.
A dream so terrifying, so incomprehensible, that their minds simply shut down.
Mark, a man who had witnessed generations of cultivators surpass their limits, felt his knees tremble.
"Her power is not cultivation."
His voice was a whisper.
"Her power is something that should never have entered this world."
And just like that—the entire realm of cultivators took notice.
The Sects Take Notice
From the highest peaks of the Heavenly Dao Sect, ancient elders meditating in seclusion opened their eyes.
From the deepest depths of the Abyssal Soul Sect, dark figures cloaked in shadow turned their gaze to the sky.
From the Celestial Sword Pavilion to the Immortal Phoenix Clan—every major sect felt it.
Power that should not exist.
Power that challenged the very nature of their world.
And across the land—messages were sent.
"A force beyond Qi has entered our realm."
"Three anomalies have disrupted the balance of the heavens."
"They must be found."
"They must be watched."
"Or they must be eliminated."
The Path of Cultivation
As the energy finally settled, Mark let out a slow breath.
The disciples of his sect were still shaken, many of them sitting in stunned silence, others struggling to process what they had just witnessed.
Satoshi, Camila, and Amelia simply stood there, their power now dormant, yet still lingering in the air.
Satoshi stretched.
"Well," he said casually. "That was fun."
Athena, who had remained silent throughout, sighed deeply.
"You three are going to get us killed."
Mark shook his head.
"No."
They turned to him.
His face was serious, his aged eyes carrying the weight of generations of knowledge.
"You three are going to change this world."
Satoshi smirked. "Same thing, really."
Mark exhaled, rubbing his temples.
"…If you are to continue in this world, you must understand its structure."
He turned to them fully.
"You have entered a realm where cultivation determines all. Strength, respect, even survival itself—all of it is tied to the levels of cultivation one can reach."
Satoshi folded his arms.