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Chapter 5: Whispers of Chaos
The banquet hall of the academy pulsed with laughter and music. Golden banners hung from the ceiling, nobles and students gathered in celebration of the upcoming engagement between the crown prince and the idol of the school.
Dick basked in it all. His smug grin stretched as his lackeys praised him, wine sloshing in their cups.
"Prince Richard, you've done the world a favor!" one shouted.
"That trash Malik was never worth Nabila's glance!" another sneered.
"Dead in the dirt where he belonged—while you claim the jewel of the academy!"
Dick raised his goblet high, pride burning in his arrogant eyes.
"Malik was nothing. A worm crawling in the mud, daring to dream of the sky. I crushed him beneath my heel, and the world is better for it. Nabila belongs to me, as she always has. As she always will."
The crowd roared with laughter.
But at the edge of the hall, Nabila's fingers curled into fists. Her knuckles turned white, her fury barely contained. Her heart pounded—not with shame, but with rage.
At last, she stood, her cold voice cutting through the laughter like a blade.
"Father."
The hall fell silent. All eyes turned to the silver-haired idol, her beauty radiant yet her expression sharp as ice.
Lord Aderenle frowned. "Nabila?"
She lifted her chin, eyes blazing. "If I am to marry anyone… it will not be through decrees or politics. It will be by strength. On the day of my engagement, only the man who defeats Dick in battle will have my hand."
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Dick's goblet shattered in his grip, wine spilling like blood. His face twisted in fury.
"What did you say?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Nabila's eyes did not waver. "You heard me. If you cannot prove yourself in strength, then you are unworthy."
The silence was suffocating. Then Dick snarled, his aura flaring, making the air itself vibrate. "You dare humiliate me in front of all?!"
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That night, fury boiling, Dick stormed into the royal palace.
"Father!" he shouted, slamming open the throne room doors. "Nabila mocks me—she dares question my strength! She dares compare me to that worm Malik!"
The King's gaze sharpened, cold and calculating.
"Malik…"
One of his scouts knelt forward. "Your Majesty. The boy lives."
The hall fell into stunned silence.
The scout continued, voice trembling. "He was seen in the outer forests. He has… changed. White hair, violet eyes, strength unnatural. A tiger and a gorilla—both second-tier beasts—were found drained to husks. Sire, his evolution matches the forbidden records… the records of the Chaos."
The King's fist tightened on his throne. Ancient memories stirred—scrolls of past rulers, hidden prophecies, warnings passed only from monarch to heir.
When Chaos awakens, the multiverse trembles. The Child of Destiny must rise, or all will fall.
The King's eyes glinted with fear and resolve.
"He must not be allowed to grow."
He turned to the shadows. "Summon the 3rd-Tier First Order Assassins. Let them erase him before it is too late."
A dozen figures stepped silently from the darkness—hooded, armed, their presence suffocating. Each one an elite capable of slaughtering armies.
"By your command, Majesty," they intoned, vanishing into the night.
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Meanwhile, far from the city, Malik sat cross-legged in the heart of the forest, his breath steady. His body hummed with power, violet sparks dancing across his skin.
The hunger gnawed still, but with each hunt, with each evolution, he felt the storm within him sharpen, refine. He was only 2nd Tier, First Order, yet the gap between what he had been and what he was now was unfathomable.
And still… it wasn't enough.
His mind replayed his vow: I will end them all.
The forest wind whispered like laughter. The world seemed to shift. Malik's violet eyes opened, burning through the night.
Somewhere beyond the trees, death was already coming for him.
And instead of fear, Malik smiled.
"Come, then." His voice was calm, cold, merciless. "Test me. Feed me."
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⚡ Power System Recap for clarity:
Orders = Major stages of strength (1st → 9th Order).
Tiers = Steps within each Order (1st → 9th Tier).
Perfected 10th–12th Tier = Extremely rare advancements inside an Order.
10th Order = Mythical,but people who have reached this stage can be counted on one palm
Current standings:
Malik → 2nd Tier, 1st Order (newly awakened, terrifying potential).
Dick → 5th Tier, 2nd Order (prince prodigy, arrogant, powerful).
Nabila → 10th Tier, Perfected 1st Order (idol, one of the top 3 students).
Nyx → Unknown, but likely far above most—rumored close to 3rd or 4th Order.
Assassins Sent → 3rd Tier, 1st Order (professional killers, deadly in teams).
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