The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1425

Chapter 1425: Nightmare Heart Chapter 1425: Nightmare Heart Cain’s eyes were sharp, twin golden lights flickering in them as he took one last look at the man beneath him.

Then, with a seemingly casual motion, he released his grip on Arian’s skull, no longer intending to crush it completely.

A faint smile crept across Arian’s face when he felt Cain finally let go, but far from gratitude, a cold malice gleamed in his eyes.

Though he was clever enough not to act on his hatred now, he was plotting his revenge for the future.

Unfortunately for Arian, that future would never arrive.

Cain pivoted in a single fluid movement, striking with a blow so swift and violent that it shattered every bone in Arian’s chest.

A scorching surge of Star Power coursed from Cain’s fist into the man’s Rebirth Heart, inflicting brutal damage to the Sacred Organ.

“Uuurrgh!” Arian let out a raw cry, coughing up a mouthful of blood laced with fragments of his internal organs and bone before slipping into unconsciousness.

Across the room, Zoan’s eyes widened at the sheer ferocity of the attack.

Cain had chosen not to kill Arian outright, but he had effectively ruined him-years, possibly decades of recovery now lay ahead for the man if he ever returned to his current realm of power.

More likely, he would regress to Early Divine Transcendence, stranded there for the rest of his life.

‘He didn’t kill Arian, showing respect toward Master Lucius, but nearly crippled the man, making it clear he’s not someone others can bully.’ Zoan thought, a sharp solemnity surging in his gaze.

In that instant, he saw a glimpse of Cain’s true nature: someone who combined ruthlessness with careful calculation.

A single thought dominated Zoan’s mind, ‘He is dangerous.’ Cain, for his part, spared no concern for Arian’s well-being.

He stooped to remove the man’s space ring, stepping over his limp form.

With unhurried calm, he moved to stand face to face with Zoan.

His eyes still glimmered with that cold, brutal edge, yet his face now wore a strangely kind smile, unsettling in its contrast.

“Elder Zoan, I wonder if you could be of assistance.

I need to obtain some unique kind of treasures.” Zoan swallowed hard, sensing the predatory light in Cain’s eyes.

A sudden fear snaked through his mind.

‘Does he know I was the one who sold his information to the Night Prince?’ Trying to control his breathing, the man forced a composed smile.

“If I can help Elder Laurifer, I’ll be more than happy to do so,” he said, his tone carefully even.

Cain maintained his eerie smile, and the coldness in his gaze remained.

“I need evil treasures-the wickeder, the better.

I need as many as you can find.” Zoan tilted his head, finding the request truly odd, yet after a moment of contemplation, he nodded.

“I have some connections.

I can look for what you need.” Cain’s grin widened, though it never warmed his eyes.

“Great.

Here is the first payment.” Extending his hand, he offered Zoan the space ring he had just taken from Arian moments ago.

Zoan displayed an awkward look, but he accepted the ring.

“If the payment isn’t enough, feel free to contact me.

I’ll pay you in Spirit Cores,” Cain added, ensuring Zoan understood his willingness to secure a steady supply of these sinister items.

Zoan merely nodded in response, evidently relieved that the tension had not escalated further.

With that, Cain offered a short nod and turned, leaving the Gu Armory behind.

His own body’s durability far exceeded that of most armors here, so there was no point in lingering.

He didn’t even glance at Olive, the woman who now trembled too violently to stand.

She stayed on the floor, eyes locked on the unconscious Arian, whose chest rose and fell in labored, shallow gasps.

As Cain emerged from the armory, Apex’s voice rang in his mind, half mockery, half genuine observation.

“You’re really good at making friends,” it said dryly, referencing the chaos Cain had just unleashed.

Then Apex shifted to an important topic: “You’re trying to collect a massive number of dark treasures.

I guess it’s to prepare for your first sacrifice.” A small smile curved Cain’s lips at the truth behind those words.

“I’ll get a bonus when I perform my first sacrifice.

If I want to obtain something truly special, then I have to give something equally magnificent.

Evil people are harder to find and gather en masse, but evil treasures?

Those are more manageable.

Actually, Apex, I’d appreciate it if you used the [A.I.

Chip Module] to scan the Sect Interface.

I doubt we’ll find anything extraordinary, but quantity can be just as effective for what I have in mind.” “Fine, I’ll start searching,” Apex replied.

“Thanks,” Cain murmured, imagination whirling over what kind of Gift he might earn from his first sacrifice.

The potential seemed limitless-and exciting.

It did not take him long to reach his residence, where the usual row of servants greeted him with polite bows.

Cain responded with a curt nod, barely acknowledging them as he proceeded straight to his cultivation abode.

The instant he stepped inside, his eyes narrowed.

A small box rested in the middle of the otherwise empty chamber.

He was supposed to be the only person able to access this place, so someone had clearly intruded without his authorization.

Cain sent a flood of Ego Wave and the [A.I.

Chip Module] scanning force field throughout the abode.

The search revealed no one else present, no hidden figures or traps.

Yet the uninvited package remained suspicious.

After a beat, Cain approached the package, extending his Ego Wave inside to investigate.

Immediately, his mind registered an unsettling aura emanating from the object.

It appeared to be a heart forged of pure darkness, the swirling shadows and solidified nightmare energy layered in its construction.

At its core, malevolent currents of raw, twisted psychic power pulsed like a heartbeat.

“So this is a Nightmare Heart,” Cain mused, eyes narrowing.

The item radiated potent negative energy, enough to make weaker souls cower.

Yet Cain’s lips curved into a slow, fascinated smile.