Nioravel
The name itself was enough to echo fear into the hearts of both mortals and immortals. A primordial dragon, a calamity born from the abyss, it was said to embody disaster itself. When it roared, the heavens trembled, and when it breathed, the world drowned in shadows. Legends described its breath as the "howl of the void," a stream of annihilation that even divine beings feared to meet head-on. Long ago, it was slain by a hero, its remains buried in secrecy and forgotten by the flow of time. But the true terror of Nioravel did not lie in its body, its wings, or its flames. It resided in its heart—a pulsating core saturated with the essence of chaos itself.
This heart was not merely an organ but a reservoir of malicious energy, a treasure coveted by demonic martial artists and dark mages alike. To them, it was the most delicious and destructive supplement, a forbidden feast that could fuel their arts beyond measure. Yet it was also a poison—chaotic, volatile, and merciless. To consume it incorrectly meant nothing short of certain death.
"I only obtained this later in my past life… after its resurrection," Angel murmured, his voice carrying both nostalgia and anticipation. "But now… now I have it early on."
With no hesitation, Angel tore the heart from the colossal carcass. It pulsed in his hands like a living star of darkness, each beat echoing with a resonance that threatened to unravel sanity. And then—without ceremony, without ritual—he devoured it whole.
The taste struck him instantly. Bitter, acrid, like molten metal searing across his tongue. He gagged.
"Bleh… I forgot how vile this thing tastes."
But the taste was the least of his concerns. The heart was no simple consumable. Its chaotic essence was alive, hostile, and invasive. It was a force that sought to unmake order, to tear apart anything unworthy of containing it. For anyone without sufficient control, death was inevitable.
Pain exploded within Angel's chest. His knees buckled, and he collapsed, clutching at his stomach as a torrent of raw chaos surged through his veins. It was as if a storm had been unleashed inside his body, raging bulls trampling through every vessel and nerve.
"Arghhh!"
His scream reverberated across the chamber. Sweat poured down his pale face as his eyes glowed faintly with an unholy orange-black light. But Angel's will was not one that bent easily. Biting down hard, he forced himself into a lotus position, crossing his legs firmly and focusing inward.
He began circulating the energy—guiding it, restraining it, commanding it. The chaos fought back like a beast unwilling to be tamed, clawing at his soul and body alike.
[Warning!]
[A large amount of chaotic energy has settled within your body. If not mediated, DEATH will be the result.]
Angel's vision blurred, the system's words flickering across his consciousness like distant stars. Yet he clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth.
"I won't… lose to this!"
The battle was no longer with a monster outside but with the chaos inside. Slowly, painfully, he guided the torrent toward his dantian, forcing it into a cycle of circulation. Minutes passed like hours, his body trembling under the strain. At last, the storm quieted, submitting itself to his command.
"Hah… hah…" He exhaled, smoke billowing from his mouth as though fire had been lit deep within him. His chest rose and fell, but his lips curved into a faint smile.
[Congratulations!]
[You are the first to obtain a unique energy source!]
[You have obtained Nioravel's Dragon Heart!]
[You have gained a new internal energy attribute: Chaos.]
[Due to Nioravel's Heart, your body is undergoing transformation…]
[Congratulations!]
[You are the first to obtain a unique constitution!]
[Obtained: Chaotic Dragon Constitution.]
Angel let out a strained laugh. "Haha… this is a bit too broken for a new player."
But before his laughter faded, the chamber trembled. Dust fell from the ceiling.
"They're finally coming," he muttered, standing back up.
[Warning!]
[Due to the stench of the dragon corpse, monsters are converging on the chamber.]
[Good luck, Player Angel.]
Angel's gaze sharpened as the first of the horde entered. Hundreds of monsters poured into the cavern, their grotesque shapes snarling and clawing, their hunger palpable. They blocked the only exit, surging forward like an unstoppable tide.
"It's fine," Angel said, tightening his grip. "I'll use this chance to test the power of chaos."
Raising his hand, he called forth the energy within. "Come—Light of Chaos!"
Orbs of seething black-orange flame manifested in the air, humming with destructive intent. With a flash, they discharged beams that tore through the monsters, obliterating them in an instant. Flesh and bone disintegrated, leaving only ash scattered across the ground.
The horde faltered but did not stop. Angel stepped forward, eyes gleaming. "Now then… for the boss."
At the far end of the chamber, an enormous serpent stirred. Its scales shimmered in the dim light, and its crimson eyes narrowed with predatory malice.
"Hm—!"
Angel barely reacted in time as its massive tail swung with the force of a collapsing mountain, smashing him back against the stone wall. He spat blood, wincing.
"What the hell… that power…?"
[Boss Details: Elder Basilisk.]
[Mutation: Chaotic.]
His eyes widened. "What—!?"
The mutated basilisk hissed, its scales glinting with chaotic distortion. Angel steadied himself, sword in hand.
"Eclipse Sword Style…" He lowered into a stance, golden light beginning to gather along his blade. "First form: Dawn Breaker!"
He exploded forward, feet stamping as his sword flashed upward in a brilliant arc. Golden radiance cut through the darkness, yet when his blade connected, it only grazed the mutated scales, leaving nothing but a shallow mark.
"What!? The technique didn't cut through…?" His mind reeled. "No. I need to remember. How did I defeat this thing before?"
Memories surfaced—his past life's struggle against the same beast. A method, unconventional yet effective. He smiled grimly. "Ah… that could work."
Extending his right hand, he steadied himself, waiting. "Just a little closer… now!"
As the Elder Basilisk lunged, jaws wide, Angel conjured a swirling orb of chaos directly before its mouth.
"Light of Chaos!"
The orb detonated, releasing a colossal beam straight into the creature's throat. A blinding flash erupted as the basilisk convulsed, its body writhing before exploding from within. Blood, scales, and fragments rained down as silence reclaimed the cavern.
Angel exhaled. "To think I'd be able to obtain an Elder Basilisk's scales… in the tutorial."
[Exiting tutorial upon confirmed completion.]
[Returning to Mariaz Kingdom.]
The world dissolved around him, and soon, Angel opened his eyes in reality. Standing up away from the capsule, he blinked at the evening light spilling across his room.
"It's already sunset…" he muttered, rubbing his stomach. "Agh. I haven't even eaten yet."
After dinner, he lay sprawled on his bed, scrolling idly through his phone. His mind, however, was elsewhere. "Now that I've obtained what I needed, it's time to head for the main quest. But…" He chuckled. "A martial artist should never grow lazy. I'll need to train this body too."
Memories drifted back—his days as a fighter in junior high, the handsome delinquent who had carved a name for himself through fists and martial skill. Those days were long past, yet his discipline remained.
The next morning, Angel was already sprinting through BGC park, his breath steady, his legs burning. Hours passed as he pushed himself to the limit, until finally, drenched in sweat, he returned home.
"Log in!"
[Welcome back, Player Angel.]
[Region: Mariaz Kingdom Capital.]
He materialized in the bustling kingdom capital, his steps steady as he made for the northern quarter. There, a fortress-like building rose, guarded by armored knights.
"Halt! State your business," one guard demanded, lowering his spear.
"I've come to join the ranks," Angel replied calmly.
The knights exchanged glances, then stepped aside. "Proceed to the front desk and request registration."
Inside, the hall was alive with activity. Investigators scribbled notes, knights discussed missions, and clerks sorted through scrolls. Angel approached the counter.
"I'm here to join the knight ranks."
The receptionist handed him a form. "Please fill this out."
Once completed, a female Marshal guided him to the training grounds. Her armor gleamed as she drew her sword.
"The test is simple," she declared. "A knight must possess aura, courage, and skill. I will personally test you. Do not fear—I will hold back."
Angel studied her carefully. Her aura suggested the level of a graduate, formidable yet not insurmountable. He nodded. "Understood. I will give it my all."
Inside, his thoughts whispered. My Chaos Divine Martial Arts—the art I created after clashing with the Heavenly Demon. I'll show her what it means when a player transcends the very concept of levels and status points.
"Begin!" the Marshal shouted.
Time seemed to slow. Angel's hand slid to his sword's hilt, his presence compressing into a singular point. The Marshal's instincts screamed—step back! Danger!
[New Martial Art detected!]
[Register your martial art…]
[Martial Art has been named: Chaos Divine Martial Arts.]
Angel's voice was low but clear. "Void-Rending… Slash!"
His blade descended in a devastating arc, the ground itself splitting under the force. The Marshal barely evaded, eyes wide in disbelief.
Angel exhaled, lowering his weapon. "I passed."