The sky split with divine rage.
Above the Hollow Bone Sect, a rift in the heavens roared open, carved by sword-light that could split planets. From its bleeding edge descended a figure in robes forged of stardust and silence.
The Star Envoy.
His sword was longer than a war chariot, pulsing with constellations. His aura disintegrated clouds. His eyes glowed with judgment.
"Kael Draven," he said, voice echoing across reality, "You have violated temporal laws, corrupted the sect order, and awakened chaos-level systems."
"I come with the authority of the Star Tribunal."
Fodder and the other four disciples stood below him. Unworthy to fight. But still they stood.
"Get out of our sky," Fodder growled.
"You're in the presence of our master."
The Envoy didn't reply. His sword moved.
A single slash tore the ground into a chasm.
System Alert
[Celestial-Class Threat Detected]
[Chaos Protocol 'Divine Mockery' Engaged]
Inside the Hidden Moon Pavilion, Kael's eyes narrowed. He turned from Elandra as the pressure crashed into the mountain.
"You brought that down here?" he asked her.
Elandra smirked. "No. You did. I just leaked your name."
"He's a test."
Kael walked toward the Pavilion's shattered door, dragging his fingers across the petals of a night-blooming lotus.
"Then he'll learn."
"Stars fall too."
Battlefield: Sky Above the Sect
The Envoy raised his sword.
"Mortal sect—stand aside. This is not your concern."
Fodder cracked his neck.
"Our concern? He built us from corpses and garbage. We'd die to buy him one more breath."
"Pity," the Envoy replied.
He dropped.
And reality screamed.
Kael Arrives
Space cracked in a spiral.
Kael appeared above the battlefield—no flash, no light.
Just presence.
"You made three mistakes," he said.
The Envoy paused.
"One: You came alone."
"Two: You thought judgment was a sword."
"And three…"
Kael raised one hand.
"…you forgot what mortals become when they're truly angry."
[Chaos Technique: Mortal Wrath Requiem – Version Alpha]
Kael's body ignited with reverse-light. Every law nearby broke.
Gravity failed. Time lagged.
Even the system screamed.
[WARNING: Host is writing NEW law through raw intent.]
Kael moved.
He didn't fly.
He rewrote his position.
The Envoy slashed.
Kael caught the star-blade between two fingers.
"Is this all the Tribunal has left?"
He crushed the blade.
It shattered into constellations that wept.
The Envoy Fights Back
But he was no pushover.
With his sword destroyed, the Envoy raised both hands and summoned the Constellation Cage—a divine domain where fate paths are rewritten mid-action.
Kael stepped inside without hesitation.
"So," the Envoy whispered, "this is your grave."
"No," Kael replied, grinning.
"This is where your illusion dies."
He activated his newest skill.
[Core Rewrite – Activated]
The domain glitched.
Constellations turned into insects.
Rules warped.
And in the middle of it all, Kael Draven walked through the air like it was stone.
He approached the Envoy and placed a single hand on the man's chest.
"Let me show you what a real rewrite looks like."
He snapped.
And the Envoy's cultivation inverted.
Fall of the Star Envoy
The Constellation Cage collapsed.
The Envoy crashed to the earth, coughing stardust, bones liquefying from logical backlash.
Kael stood over him.
"You thought I was a bug in the system."
"But I'm the new compiler."
He kicked the Envoy into the ground.
"Go tell your Tribunal."
"The Chaos Era's begun."
Kael turned to leave.
Back in the Pavilion
Elandra watched the whole battle from her crystal mirror.
She whispered to herself:
"He's accelerating."
"The heavens will come faster now."
One of her veiled seductresses approached, trembling.
"Mistress… do we serve him?"
Elandra's eyes burned.
"We don't serve him."
"We survive him."
System Update
[World Status: Celestial Attention Engaged]
[Reputation: Mortal World Tyrant]
[Chaos Points: 158]
[Affinity Updates: Elandra (Conflicted +23%), Sect Elders (Terror +35%), Tribunal (Execution Order: Pending)]
Aftermath
The sect fell quiet.
Disciples whispered Kael's name with reverence—and fear.
Some began to mimic his style. Others fled the sect entirely.
Kael returned to his garden.
Fodder greeted him with wine.
"How'd it feel?"
"Like correcting a typo."
Kael looked to the stars.
"They'll send more."
"Then we'll bury more," Fodder replied.
Kael smiled.
"Good. Because I'm not just rewriting rules anymore."
"I'm about to delete the genre."
End of Chapter 9 Tease
In a distant realm, the Star Tribunal assembled.
A judge with six eyes and no mouth slammed his gavel.
"Initiate full celestial lockdown."
"Wipe the Mortal Realm if necessary."
"This 'Kael Draven' must not ascend."
But someone else in the shadows whispered:
"It's too late."
"He's already above us."