Chapter 3 Try breaking me
Kaosu turned— And saw Nyxus. No longer munching on fruit buns or distracted by butterflies. No longer the aloof anomaly.
Now, he stood straight. Shoulders squared. Head lowered just enough to shadow his eyes. And the air around him… shifted. Not violently. Not loudly. But with precision.
His aura wasn't like Kaosu's—a wildfire devouring everything around it.
Nyxus' energy pulsed like code rewritten in real-time.
Smooth streams of luminous binary coiling from his skin in clean arcs of neon silver and deep void-blue.
It didn't blaze. It didn't roar. It glitched— like reality was trying to load something it was never meant to render.
The ground beneath his feet didn't crack—it recalibrated.
The sky above didn't rumble—it paused, like the world needed a buffer just to keep up.
He was calm.
But the kind of calm that comes after the bomb has already dropped.
He raised his head, eyes glowing—not red, not gold. White.
Pure, unfiltered data. A presence not meant to exist, yet too anchored to be erased.Then his voice—low, cool, but coated in fury—cut across the scorched plaza
"You wanna break something, Kaosu?"
Nyxus cracked his neck again.
Try breaking me."
With each step forward, his aura shimmered—sheets of corrupted static peeling off his body like broken firewall scripts.
A deep pulse echoed outward from his chest.
Not a heartbeat.
A command.
Kaosu's chaotic energy faltered, clashing against Nyxus' presence like static against signal. One was raw destruction. The other was a rewrite. A recalibration. A correction.
Nyxus wasn't chaos. He was the error that chaos couldn't touch. A flaw in destiny with the nerve to fight back.
Kaosu's rage flared. The image of Torin still standing, still defiant, echoed in his mind like a scar that wouldn't fade.
His hand surged with dense, swirling chaotic energy—compact, howling, vibrating on frequencies that didn't belong in this universe.
Kousu, smirked," time to get serious." Red lightning engulfed the sky like an inferno
He didn't just throw a punch—he collapsed it into his palm, like compressing a star.
Then he slammed it into Nyxus' chest.
Nyxus was launched like a missile—crashing through the valley like a glitch in the world's texture—until he collided with a mountain range, breaking through its center.
The ground rumbled. The peak splintered. The upper half of the mountain slumped down, crumbling like ancient ash.
Dust hung in the air. And from the rubble... Nyxus walked out.No scratches. No dents. Expression? Unchanged. Kaosu's smirk faltered for the first time. And Nyxus… smiled."
Kaosu blinked, confused—for the first time, actually confused.
Then— Something slammed into Nyxus' head. A small rock? No. A shard of frozen sky.
A piece of ice not native to this world. Glowing faintly. Like misfortune had taken physical form just to clown him.
Nyxus stared up as another anomaly streaked overhead a swarm of locusts made from red light. He sighed, brushing frost and dirt off his shoulder.
"This isn't just chaos anymore," Nyxus muttered. "It's evolving... into something worse."
Kaosu snarled. "You're feeling it, aren't you?" Nyxus looked him dead in the eye.
"Yeah. Your chaotic energy... it's fusing with another frequency. Something secondary, no tertiary. Something spiteful. It's not just a disorder—it's misfortune, catastrophe.
In other words—" "Your punches are calamity multipliers."
Kaosu lunged, faster than lightning, fist tearing across the sky. Nyxus deflected with his forearm, the air screaming from the pressure.
They clashed again and again, the shockwaves ripping trees out from the roots, the clouds almost spiraling into black holes. The fight had lasted for hours.
Their battle launched into the sky.
Then higher.
Then beyond.
Stars blurred as they punched each other into the void into space.
Kaosu hurled a barrage of fists, each one dragging meteors in their wake like flaming chains.
Lunar debris, meteorites, satellite husks everything the universe had left unguarded was now crashing toward Nyxus.
He was bombarded. And still… Unmoved.
A shard of a moon carved past his cheek. A meteor cracked against his back.
He brushed them off like static on a screen.
The chaos and misfortune was only increasing, planets started crashing into each other, and stars started to compulse. The only solar body that wasn't in complete havoc was earth.
Kaosu, panting now, surged forward, primal and wild. "DIE MORTAL!" But as he neared— Nyxus raised a single hand. His aura no longer flared wildly. It compressed.
Condensed into a hum so low, so dense, it could've collapsed a black hole from resonance alone.
Nyxus' fingers curled into a fist—ready to deliver a punch so potent it had enough compressed power to break a universe from air pressure.
One swipe. That's all it would take.
One swing, and Kaosu would've been gone completely
The universes would've trembled.
But then— time felt denser.
A figure.Appearing between them—so sudden, so seamlessly—that even the laws of time paused.
He used a finger to stop both of their attacks And as his hands touched theirs…
The anger disappeared.
Rage drained from their limbs.
Fury turned to silence.
The cosmic wind ceased.
A stillness, profound and incomprehensible, spread through space like the echo of divinity.
The man's voice—barely above a whisper—carried more weight than any god's decree