Darkness.
Not the kind that simply hides the light.
But the kind that devours it.
For years, the world turned beneath the gaze of gods, kept in balance by celestial rules. Every soul born into it followed a Thread of Fate—a divine script written before their first breath.
Until him.
---
Somewhere beyond the mortal realm, in a ruined altar buried beneath ash and chains...
Apollyon Boris opened his eyes.
The air trembled.
The ground cracked beneath his awakening breath. Crumbled stone bled red light. Faint whispers slithered through the chamber, ancient voices speaking in dead tongues—welcoming something they were supposed to fear.
He blinked once.
The chains wrapped around his wrists turned to dust.
> [SYSTEM INITIALIZING…]
[ERROR: NO FATE SIGNATURE DETECTED]
[NEW ENTITY CLASSIFIED: CHAOSBORNE]
[WELCOME, APOLLYON BORIS.]
[YOU ARE HE WHO IS CHAOS.]
He sat up slowly, bare chest rising with a breath that sounded more like a growl. Tall, lean, and scarred from a birth that split reality itself, Apollyon looked human... but every inch of his body screamed otherwise.
His skin hummed with raw black aura, pulsing like a heartbeat.
His eyes? Unnatural. A deep crimson with silver rings spiraling within them. The eyes of something ancient, cursed, and undefeated.
> [STATS UNLOCKED]
Strength: 35
Speed: 30
Intelligence: 28
Mana: 50
Vitality: 40
Aura: 1 (Locked)
> [Class: None]
[Objective: Unknown]
[You are not part of the divine system.]
He smirked.
"Good."
---
Elsewhere — the Celestial Realm
Seven thrones towered above the clouds, bathed in golden flame. The gods looked down upon the mortal world, each of them silent.
Only Seraphina Eltharys, the radiant Goddess of Judgement, stood.
Her eyes shimmered like molten starlight as she gazed into the lower planes. A ripple in the divine fabric had been felt—like a scream echoing across eternity.
The High God's voice thundered.
> "He has awakened. The Chaosborn walks."
"He must not reach power."
"Seraphina. Kill him before the others find him."
She closed her eyes briefly.
> "As you command..."
But something in her chest stirred.
---
Back in the mortal world...
Apollyon stepped out of the ruin into a blood-drenched wasteland. Corpses littered the ground — soldiers, mages, and monsters — each twisted in death like they died running from something.
He looked down at his own hands. They were stained red, even though he hadn't moved a muscle since awakening.
> [Aura detected.]
[Absorbing ambient essence...]
[AURA: 1 → 6]
[New Passive Unlocked: Fear Echo]
Enemies struck by your presence will recall their deepest fear.
Apollyon exhaled. Something inside him laughed. Low, dark, and echoing like a growl across the heavens.
He began to walk.
---
Three bounty hunters spotted him from a nearby ridge. They were seasoned killers—mercenaries who hunted awakened beings for coin.
They laughed.
"He looks barely alive. Let's drag him to the capital. Worth ten gold if he's a rogue spawn."
They leapt from the ridge, blades drawn.
Bad mistake.
As they charged, Apollyon didn't flinch.
His eyes glowed red. His smile curled.
> "Three souls. Three corpses."
BOOM.
He vanished.
In the next second, the first merc's head exploded—without warning. Not from a blade. Not from magic.
From pure aura pressure.
The second screamed, swinging a heavy axe, but Apollyon reappeared behind him, palm open.
> "Aura Pulse."
A shockwave of black energy tore through the man's body, leaving behind a skeleton frozen in place before crumbling to dust.
The third dropped his sword and ran.
Apollyon walked casually behind him, like a predator. His voice was low, amused.
> "Run. Scream. Beg. All of it feeds me."
As the man turned to plea, a black claw of aura burst from beneath the earth and impaled him skyward.
> [AURA: 6 → 9]
Apollyon looked at the blood on his hands, then at the horizon. His grin widened.
> "Let the world send more."
---
Capital City — The Ivory Throne
News traveled fast. Rumors of a man with no class, no fate, and no mercy had begun spreading like wildfire.
The nobles dismissed it.
The knights denied it.
But one woman had already started moving.
Clad in white armor lined with gold, a long glaive strapped to her back, Seraphina descended from the celestial staircase cloaked in holy light.
She landed in a courtyard of crystal, her presence warping reality as priests dropped to their knees.
> "My goddess—"
> "Spare your worship," she said coldly. "Where is the Chaosborn?"
---
Meanwhile — Apollyon stood at the edge of a burning village
He watched it burn without emotion.
Screams. Explosions. Magic runes flashing in the sky. All caused by a single corrupt baron who sacrificed his own people to extend his life.
Apollyon crushed the baron's skull with one hand.
> [LEVEL UP]
[Strength: 35 → 41]
[Speed: 30 → 36]
[Aura: 9 → 12]
Then came the soldiers.
Fifty of them.
He smiled again, his blood boiling.
> "Let me show you what chaos remembers."
---
The screen of sky turned black.
Apollyon roared. The ground erupted.
Fifty men screamed in agony as shadows rose from their own blood, stabbing them with weapons forged from fear itself. Apollyon's laughter echoed through the chaos like Sukuna reborn.
He whispered as the last soldier crawled away:
> "Order… was always a lie."
CRACK.
One stomp. Silence.
> [AURA: 12 → 18]
[New Skill: Devour Essence — absorb remnants of soul for permanent stat increase.]
---
Far above, Seraphina stood on a floating arch of golden flame. She saw the massacre. She saw him.
Their eyes locked.
Her divine heart skipped once.
He raised his hand, pointing at her in challenge.
> "You're next, angel."
She drew her blade in silence.
The heavens watched.
The war had begun.