The Chaos System Chapter 13: The Final Countdown
The stadium blazed with anticipation as the last set of battles kicked off, the audience roaring while tension crackled through the air.
Fight One: A wind-user clashed with a gravity manipulator. Winds howled, dragging debris across the battlefield, while gravitational pulses distorted the arena floor. After a high-speed exchange, the wind-user was crushed mid-dash, the gravity manipulator declared victor.
Fight Two: A flame wielder took on a swordswoman using illusion techniques. Walls of fire met shifting mirages. But in a flash of steel, the illusionist vanished—then reappeared with her blade at the flame user's throat. Victory: Illusionist.
Fight Three: An ice mage fought against a beast tamer. Frost coated the ground, while shadowy beast constructs roared to life. But a freezing burst stopped them cold—literally. The ice mage triumphed.
Fight Four: A martial artist with reinforced strength met a lightning dancer. Sparks flew, thunder cracked—but the martial artist's precision overcame speed, and a brutal final blow sealed the win.
Fight Five: A psychic faced off against a shapeshifter. Mental blasts and distortion fields swirled against shifting claws and wings. But the psychic's control prevailed, pinning their opponent mid-air for the win.
As the final blow landed, the referee raised his hand.
"All fights have concluded. This marks the end of today's trials. All remaining participants will now be transported out of the military base."
A blinding white light enveloped everyone still in the arena. With a flash—they vanished.
Sylvan, standing calmly in his lodging, stared at the screen.
[DRAGON BLOODLINE ACTIVATION: 100%]
He exhaled slowly. "Finally…"
His aura shimmered—no, pulsed. It was sharper. Wilder. More alive.
[YOU HAVE ENTERED THE ELEMENTAL VULNERABLE PLANE]
The message floated in front of him as he raised a hand, feeling power thrum through his bones. A quiet, dangerous intensity surrounded him.
[DAILY QUEST ASSIGNED]
100 push-ups
Running 90 kilometers—four separate times
One-handed body suspension for 30 minutes
Muscles screaming, sweat pouring, he completed it all. The system chimed as his daily task completed.
[DAILY QUEST COMPLETED: +10 ATTRIBUTE POINTS]
[CURRENT STATS]
Strength: 41
Agility: 41
Intelligence: 41
Endurance: 41
Energy Control: 41
Charisma: 41
Perception: 41
Luck: 41
Speed: 41
Vitality: 41
Then, he entered the kitchen and cooked a meal of spicy herb stew, pan-seared beast meat, and glowing red rice. The aroma floated through the lodge, tempting even the most disciplined warriors nearby.
After the meal, he sat cross-legged in his chamber.
His hands glowed faintly as he activated energy control, entering deep meditation.
Three hours passed in near silence.
Then—he opened his eyes.
He headed to the hangar.
Hundreds of others had already gathered, preparing to board. The remaining 250,000 stood in organized formations, their faces sharp with resolve.
The top five—Kael, Selene, Silver, Kyle, and Alex—stood apart.
As Sylvan approached, they turned.
Something had changed.
His presence was different—deeper. His aura more potent.
They watched as he passed.
He gave them a brief look—then activated his void element and vanished.
Seconds later, he appeared outside the academy.
His family was waiting.
His parents. His three brothers—each of them at the demigod plane.
His father stepped forward. "They'll be leaving Earth soon."
Sylvan looked at his brothers. They exchanged glances, and after a brief chat, walked further away.
The ground trembled.
With a loud sonic boom, the three brothers blasted into the sky—vanishing past the clouds within seconds, moving millions of kilometers with ease.
His father turned to him.
"Make us proud," he said, then took his wife's hand—and vanished.
Sylvan smiled faintly. "I will."
He returned to the academy.
A holographic screen flickered on, hovering above the hangar.
A man appeared—tall, gray-eyed, aura dense and suffocating.
"I am Commander Ron," he said calmly. "You will be deployed in one minute."
The crowd stilled.
"You five—your hangar is separate. West wing. The rest, prepare for boarding."
Massive jets lined up—the same model Sylvan had used when coming to the west. Doors opened.
The crowd moved.
Meanwhile, the top five entered their designated hangar. Inside stood a sleek, jet-black aircraft—more futuristic than any of them had ever seen.
They boarded.
Inside: spacious, high-tech, gleaming. Holographic maps flickered on the walls.
Sylvan and Selene went to the kitchen.
They began preparing a feast—Jellof rice with three fried eggs and two Flaming Chicken Laps, taken from evolved Ice Chickens.
The scent made everyone stop.
As they ate, a voice cut through the calm.
"Well, well… will you look at that."
Everyone turned, summoning weapons instantly.
Sylvan's sword blazed: "Fiery Sword Art: Fiery Inferno!"
Alex's blade shone: "Thousand Layers of Overlapping Ice!"
Before they could strike—
"Sit."
The word echoed.
An invisible force surged out, slamming them into their seats.
They couldn't move.
Commander Ron stepped forward, smiling.
"You're everything I expected."
He pulled a seat and sat beside them.
"We're heading into a beast-ridden forest—but that's not all."
He snapped.
A holographic map expanded above the table.
"There are six criminals hiding there. Each... dangerous."
Kyle frowned. "What's your bloodline?"
"World Force," Ron answered simply. "Whatever I say becomes reality."
He gestured to their forced posture.
Case in point.
Kyle nodded slowly.
"First criminal: same bloodline as me—World Force. Dangerous, and Cunning. Located in the southern forest."
"Second," he continued, "Necromancer. Controls shadows of the dead. Shadow enhancement. That one goes to Kyle."
"Third: Earth-elemental berserker."
"Fourth: Silver manipulator. Fast. Sharp. Merciless."
"Fifth: Enhancement-type. Muscle-type mutant. Stupidly strong."
"Sixth: Teleporter with mirror and duplication powers. Can reflect damage and multiply into clones. Very tricky."
Silver spoke up. "I want the one with World Force."
Commander Ron gave him a nod.
"Fine."
He stood.
"You'll be deployed in five minutes. The floor will open beneath you. Grab your packs—they have rockets, supplies, cloaking equipment's and other devices."
The top five strapped in.
Silver grinned. "Let's spice it up. No boosters. Free fall. Best landing wins."
Commander Ron took a bite of Jellof rice and waved. "Sure. Good luck."
Five minutes later—alarm blared.
The hangar hatch opened—
And the five dropped.