A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5814

High above the molten ocean, space twisted and cracked. One second, Jared glimpsed the dawn of creation; the next, he saw stars die in a silent apocalypse.

At the maelstrom's very core loomed the silhouette of a colossal structure.

Its walls appeared carved from flawless chaotic crystal—neither black nor white, yet somehow all colors at once, every facet aglow with secret worlds.

It was no ordinary palace but a multi-tiered pyramid of fire, revolving almost imperceptibly, its needle point spearing the wild, flaming sky.

The entire tower lay sheathed in a dense mantle of shifting, prismatic flame—the fabled Chaotic Origin Flame—guarding it like an ancient sentinel.

Even from a great distance, Jared could clearly sense the supreme aura emanating from the Chaos Origin Flame—an aura that made all things tremble and caused the very laws of existence to wail in lament.

At the edge of the forbidden ground stood a colossal stone stele over 110 feet tall, its entire body crimson as blood, as though it had been compressed and solidified from countless flame runes.

Upon the surface of the stele were two deep, gouged inscriptions, as if they had been carved directly by unfathomable might. Every stroke contained a terrifying will capable of incinerating the soul and branding the void itself. They were, as it turned out, the warning left behind by the Blazefire Demon Lord himself: "Chaos Origin Flame—burn all laws and refine the soul! Without fire nascence, those who enter shall have their souls annihilated!"

The ancient fire sacred runes, bold and forceful as iron strokes and silver hooks, surged with domineering might. Even after the passage of endless ages, the lingering will they carried still burned like raging fire, searing the minds and courage of all who dared draw near.

Jared stood at the fault line between life and unbearable incineration, eyes fixed on the howling Chaos Sea of Flame and the enigmatic Chaotic Crystal Tower beyond.

Within him, chaotic celestial energy spun faster, as though some hidden conductor had snapped the baton. Deep in his core, a long-dormant vortex whirled, hungry and exultant.

At its center, a single chaotic-colored fire spark—small yet impossibly pure—flickered to life, expanding until it mirrored the birth and death of every flame he had ever seen.

The certainty hit with the weight of prophecy: the Chaotic Origin Flame ahead and the spark within him were of one lineage.

The next second, everything became clear to Jared. Wait a minute... That is no threat. It is a summons! A mutual attraction of long-lost kindred powers!

"Fire nascence... Chaotic Origin Flame..." Jared's voice barely rose above a breath, the words quivering like sparks at the lip of a torch.

A glint—sharp and predatory—suddenly flashed across his eyes. The faintest curl tugged at one corner of his mouth, the kind of smile a man wore when fate finally handed him the key he had been waiting for.

Without the smallest hesitation, he moved. One stride, then another, and his figure became a streak of living lightning that plunged straight into the anarchic Chaos Sea of Flame, with fire violent enough to vaporize a Top Level Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivator in an instant.

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