The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1367

Chapter 1367: Project Honeyguide Chapter 1367: Project Honeyguide “Sorcerer’s Hand.” Cain’s eyes glowed with a meaningful light as he uttered the name of the underground organization to which Lotario had belonged.

All sorts of plans began to form in his mind, strategies and contingencies springing forth as he recognized the immense potential of this underworld network.

He knew well how useful such hidden forces could be, as he had used them in the past to achieve goals that would have been impossible otherwise.

However, those were moves for another time since, right now, he had to focus on something else.

“Apex, I will need your assistance to expedite things.

It’s about Project Honeyguide.” The familiar voice of the System Spirit echoed immediately in Cain’s consciousness, steady and sharp as always.

“Honeyguide?

You mean that parasitic bird you talked about with Gabriel and the others?” Cain’s lips curled into a faint smile.

A cold, calculating gleam in his eyes reflected the intricate plan taking shape within his mind.

“That’s right,” he replied, his tone as sharp as a blade.

“We will act just like them.

Aether lacks the resources to raise a force powerful enough to carry out my vision.

So, instead, we will use the resources of the organizations in the Everstrife Emperyan World.

That way, I can enhance my people and grow them infinitely stronger while simultaneously infiltrating and weakening our enemies from the inside.” The calmness in Cain’s voice only made his resolve more chilling.

He clenched his fists tightly, the intensity of his conviction radiating from his very being.

“When the time comes, they will either submit to my rule, or I will kill them all and build my kingdom over their bones.” In a distant corner of the Soul Dimension, a golden humanoid stood guard before massive gates chained with dark purple flames and black-white lightning.

His solemn expression darkened further as Cain’s words reached him.

Apex understood well the duality within Cain.

To his people, Cain was a divine saint-a savior, a protector-but to his enemies, he was an unyielding force of destruction.

His absolute brutality and refusal to show even an ounce of mercy left no room for negotiation.

To Cain, the choices were clear: his path or death.

There were no in-betweens.

Apex recognized that such unwavering conviction was necessary in the world of cultivation.

Those who hesitated, who wavered in their resolve, were often the first to fall.

Yet a flicker of concern crossed his thoughts.

He could not help but imagine what might happen if Cain lost the people who anchored him, who gave him purpose and tempered his ruthlessness.

Without them, Cain might very well become a second Red King-a being of absolute apathy, caring only for his power and treating the world and its inhabitants as mere chess pieces.

After a moment of reflection, Apex shook his head, focusing on the task at hand.

He could not afford to dwell on hypotheticals.

There was work to be done.

“I see,” Apex said, his voice steady once more.

“You want me to use the [A.I.

Chip Module] to analyze the information and determine the best targets?” “Exactly,” Cain replied, his faint smile widening slightly.

“It’s always good to have a second opinion.” With that, Cain and Apex began their work.

They used the Absolute Life Form System to process the vast influx of information and relied on the [A.I.

Chip Module] to simulate potential outcomes, identify vulnerabilities, and map out intricate networks.

It was a grueling process.

Thousands of organizations had to be analyzed, each with its own internal politics, alliances, and rivalries.

Cain and Apex had to carefully consider the potential for inter-factional conflicts, ensuring that the agents Cain sent to infiltrate these groups wouldn’t accidentally expose themselves due to unforeseen hostilities.

This painstaking effort consumed five full days.

For Cain, those days felt agonizingly slow.

The tedium of sorting through endless layers of intelligence, weighing probabilities, and coordinating the pieces of his plan wore on him.

Cain despised such monotonous tasks.

He thrived in the chaos of battle, the thrill of facing enemies head-on.

Yet he understood the necessity of this work.

To rule effectively, one had to master not only the battlefield but also the intricate web of politics, strategy, and manipulation.

At long last, their efforts bore fruit.

Apex presented the final strategy, and Cain nodded in approval.

“Thanks.

I think we’re all set now,” Cain said, his voice betraying a sense of relief.

“You’re welcome, brat.

Good luck,” With that, the System Spirit’s presence faded, leaving Cain alone with his thoughts.

Cain reached for his space ring and issued a simple command, his voice calm yet carrying the weight of authority.

“Come to me.” The words reverberated across all of Aether, a call that shook the very foundations of his realm.

This command activated the most powerful cultivators under his banner, summoning them to the massive ocean where Cain now waited.

Within hours, thirteen thousand men and women stood before him, their expressions showing unwavering loyalty and readiness.

Leading them were none other than the Thirteen Stars of Doomsday.

They understood the meaning of this call.

The time had come for them to march into the Nine Emperyan Suns Universe.

Cain’s gaze swept over the gathered forces, his eyes sharp and calculating.

A wide smile spread across his face as he recognized the faces of those before him.

These were not just warriors but heroes forged in the fires of the War Against Dark Sky.

Gabriel and the other Stars of Doomsday clearly took their time selecting this force.

Every individual present had proven their bravery, honor, and commitment to Aether and the Scarlet Ideology.

Cain’s admiration grew as he observed the diverse array of talents among his forces.

While most were renowned for their combat prowess, there were also spies, infiltrators, and strategists among them.

It was clear that the Thirteen Stars of Doomsday had understood the subtle implications of his Honeyguide analogy.

They had not only gathered warriors but also individuals capable of navigating the shadows, sowing chaos, and unraveling the enemy from within.

This realization deepened Cain’s satisfaction.

His people understood his vision, and they were ready to act on it.

Together, they would infiltrate the underworld of the Everstrife Emperyan World, using its resources and networks to grow stronger while planting the seeds of its eventual destruction.