The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2291: Chaos of Worldbreak : Ragnarök (II)

”RUMBLE!”

In the next instant, the sky itself started to quake—not only above Cain and Urin, but across the entirety of the Second Realm. Mountains groaned. Seas churned. Even the distant layers of reality shuddered as if something vast had stirred beneath existence itself.

Under the shocked and awe-filled gazes of the warriors of both the Freedom Path and the Life Path, threads of radiant gold began to manifest across the firmament. They did not fall like lightning or rain, but unfurled slowly, deliberately, weaving themselves into patterns that defied geometry.

”The World Matrix!”

Urin’s eyes widened as she stared at the manifestation of the Crimson World Matrix. Her heart lurched violently when she saw the scarlet plasma wings at Cain’s back fuse seamlessly with those golden threads, acting as conduits that drew upon the structure of reality itself.

”Impossible!” the Neo-Angel shouted.

Urin could not accept it. The Neo-Angel could not understand it. Power like this should not exist—at least not wielded by a being who had yet to even reach the Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank.

Cain, however, merely smiled.

He had not forgotten.

The memory of Dark Sky War still burned vividly in his mind—the moment when an unknown entity had seized control of his body, manifesting the Wings of Order and bending the world around him as if reality itself were a compliant servant. That sensation, that absolute authority over existence, had never faded.

Order and Chaos were two sides of the same truth.

If Order could command the universe through dominion, then Chaos could do so through resonance.

Unlike Order, which demanded obedience, Chaos required harmony—an alignment between will, soul, and the boundless disorder of existence. It was not control, but communion. A unity far deeper than even The Flow could grant.

The idea had been born in the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, lingering at the edge of his understanding. Cain could not try it there as his Primordial Body’s soul was on the verge of collapse. Yet, his Neo-Demon Body did not have that problem.

Power flooded him.

An overwhelming, suffocating pressure bore down upon his soul, enough to annihilate most beings instantly. But the Scarlet King endured.

Thanks to the evolution of his Divine Kingdom, Cain’s Neo-Demon soul force had long surpassed that of his Primordial Body, approaching the threshold of an Alpha-Omega Overgod. The strain was immense, agonizing—but it did not break him.

He raised Sky Devourer and uttered three words.

”Chaos of Worldbreaker.”

The World Matrix blazed as though it were about to collapse in on itself. Scarlet and gold intertwined, and then Cain vanished.

Absolute darkness swallowed everything.

Not only Urin, but Zarazel, Meylin, and every ArchDeity from both the Freedom Path and the Life Path were engulfed, along with other trillions of life forms in the surrounding continents. Sound ceased to exist. Wind froze mid-motion. Even time itself seemed to hesitate, unwilling to proceed.

Then—

A single light appeared.

At first, it was nothing more than a trembling spark, suspended in the void like the final star at the end of all ages. But it grew—rapidly—cracking the darkness apart. The sky split open in spirals of burning gold and abyssal black, as if creation itself were being torn down and reforged simultaneously.

Cain’s voice echoed through the void, calm and absolute.

”Ragnarök.”

The light collapsed inward, compressing into a sphere no larger than a heart.

Then it detonated.

A colossal arc of power erupted forth, layered with a myriad of cosmic powers, all connected to Chaos. It roared across existence like the judgment of all eras, carrying with it the authority to end worlds.

Urin’s instincts screamed louder than they ever had before.

Every fragment of her being demanded that she move—that she activate every contingency, every trump card, every last safeguard embedded into her existence. But she was exhausted. Her power was depleted. Her reactions dulled by the relentless battle.

She was too slow.

The arc of annihilation reached her.

In the next instant, the world returned.

The darkness that had swallowed nearly a third of the Second Realm receded, leaving behind a sky fractured with lingering scars of Chaos. Warriors from both paths stared upward in stunned silence, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.

A mouthful of blood sprayed into the air as Cain’s body trembled violently. His soul burned with unbearable strain, damage that would not heal easily.

”It seems I went a little too far,” he muttered to himself.

Chaos of Worldbreaker was still beyond what his body and soul could safely endure.

Even so, a bloodstained smile curved his lips as he looked ahead.

Urin had not moved.

Then her body began to separate.

Two perfectly clean halves drifted apart, severed with terrifying precision. Ragnarök had sundered her entirely—body, soul, and mind alike.

Before her existence could collapse into nothingness, Cain surged forward, ignoring the agony tearing through him. He seized both halves of the Neo-Angel and activated his fourth Astral Black Hole.

Urin’s soul was already fractured. She had no strength left to resist.

The vortex roared to life, dragging in her body, her soul, and her True Name simultaneously. There was no escape.

She was sealed forever.

”BOOM!”

A surge of power erupted from Cain, warping the space around him as oceans of vitality, strength, and energy poured into his being. He inhaled sharply, eyes gleaming as he felt his growth accelerate.

But then his expression sharpened.

Within the remnants of Urin’s chest, the Neo-Angel Core collapsed into fragments.

”Not even True Names can escape an Astral Black Hole... yet the Neo-Angel Core shattered.”

Cain’s gaze grew solemn.

The Ancient One had anticipated even this. The depth of preparation—and the clear intent to eliminate him—was undeniable.

”It would have been interesting to see what I could have achieved with a Neo-Angel Core,” Cain murmured. ”But that was never my true goal.”

His smile returned as the World Matrix manifested once more.

This time, it was not responding to Chaos.

It was responding to his growth.

Seven core Oniric Truths that governed the Crimson World extended luminous tendrils, reaching deep into Cain’s soul—into his very True Name—acknowledging what he had just mastered.