Strongest Hammer God

Chapter 1161: Order and Chaos

Kyleʼs perception warped again, and in the next moment, he saw the real world again. Blackʼs team was still inside the Planet in the Hell Dimension, but Redʼs team was in a completely new environment. After all, Kyle had pushed Redʼs team to the Hero Dimension during his advancement.

Sadly, Kyle didnʼt have any time to look at his surroundings since the advancement hadnʼt finished yet.

The Energy inside his Avatars increased even more. Kyle felt like he was about to reach another wall. It was like there was an additional breakthrough waiting for him.

His instincts told him to let his Energy do whatever it wanted, and he decided to do just that.

The Energy inside his existence moved around in chaotic patterns. There was some kind of logic behind it, but to Kyle, it seemingly made no sense.

The image of a hammer appeared inside of Kyleʼs mind. It was his hammer. It was his Imposing Law. It was him.

ʼThis is me,ʼ he thought, looking at the image of his hammer. ʼThis represents my memories, my experiences, my thoughts, and my existence.ʼ

The hammer in the image spun slowly as shockwaves slowly expanded outward. The hammer was hard, slow, deliberate, and heavy. One strike could break everything.

A hammer was slow, but it was powerful. Every strike had to be deliberate and well-planned. It spoke of determination and conviction. If the hammer attacked, it needed to hit. Stopping halfway through would be devastating. A hammer wasnʼt supposed to stop. As soon as it started swinging, it had to finish the swing.

Memories of his life shot through Kyleʼs mind, and as he thought about it, he felt disconnected.
ʼThatʼs not me,ʼ Kyle thought. ʼDescribing my life with just a normal hammer wouldnʼt be accurate. I have conviction, but I can also change my mind. Iʼm not someone who keeps going when I realize that Iʼve made a mistake.ʼ

ʼI am a hammer, but only sometimes. When I know that Iʼm doing the right thing, I pull through, but when I know that Iʼve made a mistake, I pull back. I know that fully committing to the wrong path is better than stopping halfway through. At least you get somewhere. If youʼre indecisive, you wonʼt even get anywhere.ʼ

ʼBut thatʼs just not who I am.ʼ

Kyle remembered Swamp Dragonʼs choice of sacrificing Humanity. In his mind, he knew it had been the right choice.

ʼI donʼt want to do what my mind tells me is right.ʼ

ʼI want to listen to my heart.ʼ

ʼListening to my mind will lead me down the easiest path to supreme power, but whatʼs the point when the path leads to regret? I donʼt want to be a person who works until they die of old age just to accumulate more resources. I donʼt want training and comprehension to be a job that Iʼm forced to do. I want it to be fun. I want my life to be colorful.ʼ

Kyle looked at the image of the hammer in his mind.

The hammer had already started swinging, and its target was supreme power.

ʼI still want supreme power, but I donʼt want to sacrifice everything else to get to it.ʼ

ʼThis hammer is me, but only partially.ʼ

ʼItʼs too simple. It lacks complexity. It needs more facets.ʼ

ʼIt needs...ʼ

ʼMore.ʼ

Kyleʼs home, the old Ayuvar, shot through his mind as he looked at the hammer, and as he thought about his home, the image inside his mind changed.

Countless tiny crevices appeared in the hammer. These crevices were not chaotic but very orderly.

The crevices deepened, and moments later...

BANG!

The crevices connected with each other, turning the massive hammer into a thousand pieces. Yet, the pieces remained in place. The silhouette of the hammer was still there, but it was no longer a single piece.

Instead, there were now a thousand smaller hammers, and their positions created the image of a big hammer.

ʼI prefer this,ʼ Kyle thought as he looked at the tiny hammers. ʼAll of them are together. All of them are working towards the same goal.ʼ

Yet, Kyle still wasnʼt completely happy with it. When he looked at it, he was reminded of Swamp Dragon and Manny.

ʼThey might be individuals, but they are not truly individuals. Every hammer is like every other hammer. These are not individuals but Avatars. They are still one thing. Thereʼs no variety.ʼ

At that moment, Elemental Energies flowed into the individual hammers. The Elemental Energies flowed with different intensities and compositions into different hammers. Some of the hammers turned black, while others turned red, green, orange, pink, white, blue, grey, and so on. All of the colors one could imagine were present.

Oneʼs Natural Affinities were dictated by their personality since the Elements also had personalities and emotions.

Fire was energetic and fast-growing, but it also easily lost control.

Wind was carefree and relaxed, but it often avoided obstacles instead of confronting them.

Metal was determined and controlled, but it was also overbearing, leaving no room for compassion or mercy.

Earth was stalwart and reliable, but it was inflexible. Changing represented breaking into pieces.

Water was flexible and compassionate, but it was also indecisive.

Lightning was intelligent and decisive, but it knew no restraint. Once it struck, either the target or itself would stop existing.

Light was supportive and altruistic, but it had no survival instinct. Once it hit something, it brought light and warmth to the target before vanishing forever.

Darkness was protective and ambitious, but it was also greedy. It would keep consuming until only itself and its allies were left.

The eight Elements represented the facets of life, but one Element alone couldnʼt create life. No complex life form could exist with only one Element.

A life that followed Fire perfectly would keep destroying until someone stopped it or it ran out of fuel.

A life that followed Wind would ironically not move at all and just die. Resources and food were hard to come by, which constituted an obstacle.

Metal would break itself, just like Earth, Lightning, and Light. Water would die like Wind, and darkness would die like Fire.

For life to flourish, the Elements had to control and restrain each other.

Fire needed Metalʼs control.

Metal needed Waterʼs compassion.

Water needed Lightningʼs decisiveness.

Lightning needed Earthʼs restraint.

Earth needed Windʼs relaxation.

Wind needed Darknessʼ ambition.

Darkness needed Lightʼs altruism.

Light needed Fireʼs power of expansion.

Yet, if all of the Elements perfectly restrained each other, there wouldnʼt be life. Life represented change. Life changed, moved, consumed, discharged, and changed its surroundings. A life with an equal distribution of all the Elements would have just as many facets as a life without the Elements.

Perfect order couldnʼt support life, but perfect chaos also couldnʼt support life. One was unchanging, while the other had no identity.

All of the tiny hammers inside the big hammer had different colors, representing the different compositions of their Elements. Each hammer had all of the eight Elements inside of it, but they were all unbalanced and uneven.

Some hammers were prone to losing control, but they also regretted their actions and tried to make amends.

Some hammers were supportive, but they also pushed back when another one asked for too much.

Some hammers were committed, but they were also indecisive, rarely making a move.

Some hammers wanted resources, but they also gave their resources to the hammers they liked.

Kyle watched as all of the small hammers vibrated at different frequencies. They still remained in their positions, but they also interacted with each other.

When Kyle saw that, a smile appeared on his face.

ʼThis is me.ʼ

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