The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5978

"Surrender the Flaxseed clan's spirits," the drifting radiance said, "and I might let your body remember breathing."

The promise slithered across the marble, looking for cracks inside him.

Jared stopped at the chamber’s center, sword lowered but ready.

His reply came steady, clipped, immune to bargain.

"Return what you stole, or there is nothing here for mercy to do."

A rumble of laughter seeped from the light, low and amused, as though he were a pet certain to misbehave.

"Spare me?" it echoed, softly cruel. "Chaos bearer, the instant you entered this realm, every ending you own was already chosen."

An eyebrow rose before he could stop it.

"Is that so?" His tone held curious boredom, but his pulse sped. "Chosen for what?"

"To feed me." The light pulsed, as though pronouncing sentence.

"You will be absorbed, a nutrient for the law of cycles I tend."

Its words cooled, losing even the courtesy of contempt.

"Your chaotic force disrupts my order, yes, but this domain belongs to me. Here, the rules of rebirth answer only my will. You cannot win."

The air clenched.

Every mote of reincarnation aura burst into frantic motion, swirling as if startled bees had remembered their stingers.

Gray-white chains erupted from empty space, writhing toward him like serpents that had never known sunlight.

They carried sigils that spoke in the bones: birth, decay, debts repaid, spirits reborn.

This was not mere force—it was the script of existence, aiming to rewrite him.

A prickle of fear surfaced, and he sliced it away with motion.

The Chaotic Domain roared open, a storm of shifting dusk, and the Dragonslayer Sword carved arcs of gray lightning into the chains.

Steel-bright clangs rang out, impossibly loud inside the hollowed hall.

Each chain shuddered under the blows; runes flickered, dimmed, then burned alive again, unbroken.

A dry snap cut through the roar.

From every direction new chains of law surged, bright as molten iron, weaving over the old layers until Jared’s Chaotic Domain felt like a lung being wrapped in wire.

The shimmering boundary that had once stretched three hundred paces away collapsed—two hundred, one, then fifty—each contraction slamming against his eardrums like a drumbeat swallowed too late.

Pressure punched inward, sudden and absolute.

Deep in his core the Chaos Star spun madly, spraying filaments of raw force to patch the fissures crawling across the Domain, yet every pulse cost him more than the last.

He could feel the deficit yawning open—give another inch and the chain would reach bone.

"Pointless." The voice of the Lord of Reincarnation drifted across the grinding metal, empty of warmth.

Inside this realm I am the statute; I am the design. Your chaotic force can scorch my cycle, yes, but you bring a teacup to drown an ocean of fire.

Jared let a breath scrape out of his teeth.

"Is that so?" Heat flared behind his eyes, hotter than fear. "Then watch which comes first—your sea smothering me, or my blade boiling your precious cup dry." He stopped holding back.

The Primal Unity Refinement Tome roared to its full rhythm; four currents inside him slammed together, fusing until the Chaos Star erupted in a radiance that painted the hall in newborn dawn.

"Chaos Origin—Genesis of Heaven and Earth!" Both hands closed around his sword.

He drove the edge forward, a single arc aimed at the pulsing light that marked the Lord’s heart.

Every lesson he had carved from the chaos rushed into that strike—split the fog, name the space, coax form from nothing.

Order would not be begged for; it would be hammered out of the void.

The blade’s glare parted the ashen aura like curtains ripped from a window.

Chains of law snapped one link after another; the entire throne hall quivered, dust sifting from vaults that had never known tremor.

For the blink of a heartbeat the realm’s choke loosened, leaving a raw corridor straight toward the Lord of Reincarnation.

The sword light crashed into the grey-white core.

A searing hiss tore the air.

The sphere convulsed; its pallid sheen dulled, and from within came a smothered grunt.

"Well done. A true Chaos Genesis."

The Lord’s voice wavered for the first time, astonishment smeared with a hint of delight.

"Your potential surpasses every estimate. If I consume you, my reincarnation law may transcend its flaw."

Jared’s lips peeled back over his teeth.

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