The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2563 Problem: Hatred

The newborn True Depravita was visibly taken aback by the proposal, its small draconic form going still as it processed the meaning behind the Curse Eaterʼs words. Even with its limited understanding of the world, it was not incapable of drawing conclusions.

From what it had already observed, it could tell that the man who had guided him here, the couple before him, and everyone else in the city were not singular beings, but rather the fusion of multiple souls into one unified existence.

It did not take much for him to realize what was being asked.

If the child within the womanʼs womb were to be born, then he would need to fuse with it.

Despite being a True Depravita and therefore having transcended the chaotic nature of his kind, that did not automatically make him virtuous or selfless. His purity did not dictate his morality; it merely granted him the freedom to choose his own path. Selfishness, ambition, compassion, or cruelty-these were all options available to him. In that sense, there was a very real possibility that he could refuse.

However, this was precisely where the nature of a newborn being played a crucial role.

Newly born lifeforms possessed an instinctive inclination to seek connection. They gravitated toward warmth, toward belonging, toward the formation of bonds that would define their existence. And in that moment, standing before an entire city that looked upon him not with fear or greed, but with reverence and genuine affection, the young True Depravita felt something stir deep within his core.

The way they bowed to him, the way their eyes shone with sincerity, brotherhood, and familial warmth-it resonated with him on a level he could not fully comprehend, yet could not deny.

After a few seconds of silence, the small dragon lifted its head.

A wide, innocent smile appeared on its face.

Then it nodded.

The reaction was immediate.

The entire city erupted into celebration, cheers rising into the sky as if a great victory had been achieved. Joy spread like wildfire, filling every corner of the gathering as the people welcomed the decision with open hearts. To them, this was not merely a ritual-it was the arrival of a new member of their family.

The couple standing upon the altar looked at the newborn True. Depravita with expressions filled with parental love. There was no hesitation, no doubt in their eyes. To them, the being before them was already their child, just as much as the one growing within the womanʼs womb. The fusion would not replace their son-it would complete him.

”Let us begin,” the Third Realm Curse Eater said calmly.

He did not waste a single moment. As soon as the words left his mouth, an immense wave of soul power surged forth, enveloping the altar in a gentle yet overwhelming presence. The energy did not feel violent or forceful; instead, it carried a sense of precision and control, guiding rather than overwhelming.

The newborn True Depravita was lifted into the air by that power.

Its form began to dissolve, its body transforming into a stream of radiant, sky-blue energy that shimmered like liquid light. Slowly and carefully, that energy flowed forward, phasing through the womanʼs abdomen and entering her womb.

For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still.

The woman trembled.

A flash of pain crossed her face, causing the entire crowd to hold their breath in silent tension. Even Anark, observing from afar,

focused intently on the process, unwilling to miss even the smallest detail.

Then-

It passed.

The woman straightened, her body relaxing as a radiant smile spread across her face. She turned to look at her partner, her eyes filled with

pure bliss and happiness.

The fusion was complete.

The silence shattered instantly as the crowd burst into even louder celebration. The festival resumed with renewed intensity, the atmosphere overflowing with joy and unity. Even the mighty Third Realm Curse Eater and his Depravita Aspect joined in, their expressions reflecting genuine happiness at the event.

From high above, hidden within the layers of reality, Anark witnessed

everything.

And the frown on his face deepened.

The reason was simple.

Hatred.

When facing enemies that were openly vicious, cruel, and

destructive, it was easy to hate them. It was easy to justify their annihilation. When coexistence was impossible, when their very nature threatened everything you stood for, then eradicating them became not only acceptable, but necessary.

That was why Cain had been able to slaughter billions of Blutlinie in Paradise without hesitation.

But this...

This was different.

The people of the Tenth Empyrean World were not mindless monsters. They did not betray one another at the first sign of

advantage. They supported each other, worked together, and genuinely sought the well-being of their community. Their bonds were real, their emotions sincere.

That made everything far more complicated.

Anark clenched his fists as a cold resolve settled into his heart.

”There is no room for hesitation,” he thought. ”Doubt will only lead to

failure. I came here with a goal... and I will achieve it, no matter what

stands in my way.”

Forcing his mind into a state of clarity, Anark began to analyze everything he had seen.

One conclusion quickly became evident.

Fertility within the Tenth Empyrean World was extremely low.

”And it seems,” he continued internally, ”that a child must become a Curse Eater before taking its first breath.”

A sharp light flashed in his eyes as a new question emerged.

What would happen if that process did not occur? Would the child fail to develop entirely, unable to complete its gestation? Or was there a deeper mechanism at play, something far more intricate and hidden beneath the surface?

Although Anark wished to unravel this mystery completely, he knew he did not have the luxury of time. The war within the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe was still raging, and every moment he spent here

carried a cost.

He had already learned what he needed.

Now, it was time to act.

His target was clear-the leader of the Tenth Empyrean World.

Attempting to gather information directly was far too dangerous. With such a small population, and with every individual being a Curse

Eater, even the slightest anomaly could expose him. Infiltration was

not a viable option.

So instead, Anark chose a different approach. Remaining hidden within the layers of reality, he began to move systematically through the structure of power within the world. He would approach a or organization, gather as much information as possible through observation alone, and identify the forces that stood above them. Then he would move upward, repeating the process.

The strategy was simple.

Climb the hierarchy.

By following the chain of authority, he would eventually reach the pinnacle-the strongest force in the world, which would undoubtedly be under the control of its ruler.

The King of the Tenth Empyrean World.

The method proved effective.

Step by step, Anark advanced closer to the center of power.

Along the way, he made another important observation. Even the greatest organizations, those that controlled entire continents and possessed the capacity to sustain billions of warriors, were surprisingly small. At most, they held only a few million members- and that included ordinary Curse Eaters.

Not even the organizations forged by Alpha Omega Overgod, being

that could alter the laws to some degree, could solve the fertility

problem.