The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 310

Chapter 310: Clash of sun and ocean Chapter 310: Clash of sun and ocean Book 5.

The awakening of the new king.

—- “It’s good to see you, Colonel Laurifer.”    Cain’s eyes narrowed as he heard Luther’s voice.

Luther’s strength became more discernible to Cain now that he had reached the Second Real, and he was sure that this man was stronger than the usual Wave King.

‘He must be at the Apotheosis Stage.’ The Apotheosis Stage was the transition from human to the divine.

In this unique level, warriors transcended the limits of the Wave King Rank and ascended as mighty warriors of the Divine Ascendant Rank.

As for Titan, that was the title bestowed upon Divine Ascendant Cultivators whose power surpassed others, capable of standing at the peak of Aether.

Of course, even among Titans, there were those whose power was in a whole different category, capable of unleashing a destructive might that surpassed the capabilities of the Old World.

“¿Colonel?” Cain found himself taken aback by his rank’s elevation, surging two levels beyond Major Rank, reaching even the rank of Colonel.

“Yes, you’ve broken a deal between the Blood Sea and Imperial Lighting Fort that has significantly aided the army.

It’s well-deserved.

Moreover, your strength surpasses the norm for your previous rank,” Luther explained.

Cain’s growth over the past years was astronomical.

Seventeen years of age now, and his willpower had reached the Second Realm.    His mentality had grown immensely these last few months, so he refrained from making a fuss about his rank and merely nodded.

The duo propelled themselves towards the Titan Tower, captivating the attention of many.

Soldiers gazed upward, awe painting their expressions as they beheld Cain.

The tales of his participation in the Blood Sea events had swiftly disseminated across the entire sector, securing a place for him in everyone’s thoughts.

Cain offered a smile in response to the soldier’s gazes.

Not too long ago, he had been in their shoes, gazing at figures in the sky with awe..

Cain and Luther entered the Titan Tower, stepping into the Collapsing Lightning Duke’s chamber.

The pressure of will was absent since the Sector Duke recognized it would be pointless to assess Cain’s talent and willpower anymore.

“You’ve certainly made quite an impression.” The Collapsing Lightning Duke smiled as he uttered those words.

Clearly, he was delighted with how things went down in the Blood Sea.

Cain clasped his hand and executed a bow before the Sector Duke.

“Without your aid, I wouldn’t have survived.

My gratitude to you.” The Sector Duke’s lips curved into a faint smile, indicating his approval.

He didn’t expect blind loyalty from his soldiers but rather an awareness of those who provided assistance.

Cain was evidently one of those individuals who would never forget the ones that were good to him.

“It was a minor contribution.

I’ve brought you here for two reasons.

Firstly, it’s time for you to join the battle at the north of the continent.” Cain nodded, realizing that he should have participated long ago were it not for events like the Blade Mountain and Blood Sea.

He approached the idea of the battlefield devoid of fear or anticipation, recognizing the Dark Races as adversaries of humanity rather than mere monsters.

There was no way that the indoctrination of the Empire would be so potent that it could overcome the ego of a Second Realm life form like Cain.

“The second reason pertains to your Noble Arcane Ceremony.” These words piqued Cain’s interest.

Becoming a noble was both complex and straightforward, with most people merely dreaming of such an honor.

Yet, the procedure was more akin to a transaction for someone like Cain, a Colonel with the battle prowess of a Wave King.

“There are two paths for this.

The first merely entails the Empire officially bestowing the noble title upon you, while the other involves a crowning ceremony.

I assume you’d prefer the former.” The Collapsing Lightning Duke, well aware of Cain’s disposition, expected him to reject grand events and the allure of fame.

However, this assumption proved incorrect this time.

“I would prefer the Royal Ceremony.” Surprise mingled with a trace of disbelief flickered across the expressions of both the Collapsing Lightning Duke and Luther.

After all, these ceremonies were designed for young individuals pursuing the path of nobility, not someone like Cain, whom they assumed wanted to focus on the army.

“Could you elaborate?” Luther inquired, curious about Cain’s rationale for such a choice.

Cain’s smile remained steadfast, and he promptly responded, laying his intentions bare.

“I want the name ‘Laurifer’ to resound throughout the Gaia Continent.” Upon hearing this, the Duke and Luther exchanged glances, comprehending the concealed significance within Cain’s words.

He sought not only to elevate his own name but to honor his family, particularly his father.

The Collapsing Lightning Duke and Luther looked at each other and smiled as they saw the intent in Cain’s eyes.

Nothing was more honorable than respecting your elders and trying to make them proud, even if they were no longer with you.

“Very well.

I will address the matter and notify you when it’s time to travel to the capital.

Since traveling to the Atlas Continent and back would be wasteful, you can remain here and focus on your training.” Cain nodded, finding the situation perfectly suited to his needs.

He had traversed different locations for an extended period, and now, a phase of prolonged cultivation and consolidation awaited, a time to integrate his insights and improvements.

Within a forest thousands of meters away from the Imperial Lightning Fort, Zarak and Cain confronted each other, a palpable air of anticipation enveloping them.    Watching over the duo from a safe distance were Oliver and Abin.

Despite their advanced age relative to Cain, a solemn aura clung to their expressions as they witnessed the imminent clash of ideologies.

Both were at the First Realm of the Ego Eternal Path, but the clash happening in front of them was something at a much higher level, and they could only watch with awe.

Zarak’s eyes emanated a brilliant blue light as his Ego Wave, infused with the same hue, surged to the forefront.

“An ancient image from the Old World depicts a man gazing down from a cliff, observing a dog struggling in a vast ocean.

Many interpret this as a choice between being the powerless man or the drowning dog.

But I perceive a different truth.

I am neither.

I am the ocean itself!” As his proclamation reverberated, Zarak’s Alter-Ego emerged, a tumultuous river brimming with ferocity and unbridled power.

Instantaneously, the surroundings responded; trees trembled, and the once-clear sky churned with turbulent currents.

Even though Zarak’s willpower hadn’t evolved to the point where it could reshape matter, its connection with the primal energy of the world, the Wave, allowed him to incite a natural upheaval without difficulty.

The representation of an ocean expanded limitlessly.    While Olivier and Abin maintained their distance from that mighty ocean, Cain positioned himself directly before the impending deluge.

Just as the ocean’s assault loomed over him, Cain’s eyes ignited with red light.

In a powerful eruption, a red Ego Wave emerged, colliding head-on with the encroaching watery force, holding back its advance.

However,  the Ego Wave could not face the full power of Zarak’s Alter Ego, but Cain smiled with calm and confidence before speaking.

“Countless stars dotting the sky, vestiges of ancient powers that once governed existence.

As our understanding grew, we realized these stars were mere echoes of celestial bodies long extinguished.

Yet, among them, one remained supreme €“ a radiant force that gave birth to entire worlds.” “I am the sun.” His declaration resonated, giving birth to a scarlet seed above Cain’s head.

An embodiment of fervent energy, it exuded an aura of searing intensity.

His refined Alter-Ego, the Sun Seed, was enhanced after achieving the Mind Over Wave state.

Its dualistic nature was hidden, and everybody could only feel vitality and potency.

Crimson flames burst forth from the seed, setting the red force field ablaze, clashing directly with the massive, tempestuous ocean materialized by Zarak’s willpower.    The spectacle they staged wasn’t merely a contest but a dynamic collision of philosophies.

Their Alter-Egos, fueled by divergent viewpoints, surged and roared, pushing the boundaries of their capabilities.

Amid this intense conflict, both Zarak and Cain absorbed insights and refined their Visualization Techniques.

The energy enveloping them offered a glimpse into the path ahead, one born from the crucible of opposing beliefs.

Zarak’s gaze remained penetrating as he observed the indomitable resilience of the red sun.

It was a sight that deeply resonated, bearing witness to an alter-ego coalescing into a constellation of formidable stars.

Zarak recognized the blessing of possessing such a unique alter-ego, understanding that it was an extension of one’s inner perceptions, shaped subconsciously by life’s experiences.

While the ocean versus sun comparison seemed straightforward, it was far from simplistic.

Amidst their philosophical duel, Zarak’s voice pierced through the charged atmosphere.

“My willpower resembles a river, adaptive and ever-changing, like the flow that shapes landscapes.

Just as a river molds its surroundings, our resolve evolves through the currents of experience.”