Chaos Heir

Chapter 1610: Instincts

The answer was extremely simple, but also impossibly profound.

Mana-enhanced warriors had to go through an adjustment period after evolving to learn to wield their new powers properly. They had to grow accustomed to their new state before they could master what they were capable of.

Khan had gone through that adjustment period multiple times due to the many changes to his existence. He had to relearn and revolutionize his way of thinking more than once in his life, often exploring uncharted fields due to his peculiarities.

The situation was no different now, but it also was.

Khan had surpassed the realm of evolved warriors, taking his rightful place among the Gods. However, he had also transformed, abandoning the path of the higher energies to become a monstrous bloodline.

That demanded beyond mere relearning because Khan hadn’t simply evolved or ascended. For all intents and purposes, he had been reborn into a form he had no knowledge of. He was a newborn wielding power that could rival the Gods.

As for using that power, there lay the issue.

Part of Khan had begun to sort through that natural unfamiliarity. His rational side could understand many of his new features, even if his knowledge remained extremely basic.

Khan was indeed limited to his physical body and what that entailed. Theoretically, his senses didn’t stretch past sight, taste, hearing, touch, smell, and a sort of animal instinct.

However, that body was the result of two superior energies and the genes from a species of planetary overlords. There couldn’t be anything simple or limited about it, and the same went for the senses it wielded.

Khan was indeed limited to five, five and a half senses, but they were far superior iterations of what everyone else usually had. They were profound, innate abilities in their own right, granting Khan a perception leagues beyond what he had wielded in the past.

Khan didn’t even need to test that trait. His eyes alone depicted a world he had never been able to see in the past. His fingers felt able to taste the texture of the fabric of space, and his ears heard flows of energy as if they were mere winds.

Therefore, it stood to reason that Khan’s body had improved in a similar fashion. It would be strange if it hadn’t. Still, careful testing wasn’t really a possibility now. After all, he was currently fighting a God, and not any God.

Khan was a newborn, a being whose natural environment was the realm of divinity. Instead, the True Chaos’ God had once been part of the inferior mana and had never stopped improving after achieving his superior state.

If Khan were a tiger, the God was a human who had developed weapons able to invade his lair and overpower his natural advantages.

That clash was less about the war between two universes and more about natural selection, happening on a stage that could cause consequences for reality as a whole.

So, Khan couldn’t waste time learning how his new body worked. The God was too dangerous for him to seize the initiative in that battle. Khan had to go all-out right away somehow, and he could think of a way to do so.

Actually, thinking had no place in that plan.

The lingering anger from what had happened inside the spherical, separate dimension had made Khan break space without any preparation or real focus. He had even managed to appear directly above the main battlefield when performing that new ability.

The same went for when Khan had seen the God standing in front of his wife. He had somehow performed a sprint that made perfect use of his body there without even thinking about how.

The answer didn’t lie with reason or thoughts. Khan’s instincts already knew how to make full use of his body. He simply had to let them guide him.

And to do so, Khan had to let the primal urges swirling inside him take over his brain and turn them into actions. He had done so with his anger and felt he could do it again with the bottomless hunger that the True Chaos’ absorption had stirred awake.

Except for the golden crown, Khan was naked. He hadn’t noticed it before, but his toenails had also turned black and sharp, and they pierced into something when he flexed his feet.

Even in that different universe, space was empty, but Khan’s toes dug through that nothingness anyway, cracks spreading around them. His thighs tensed, too, as if his feet were standing on a solid surface, allowing his legs to gather strength.

Needless to say, the gesture was instantaneous, unleashing something even faster. Thunder resounded in Khan’s brain as he somehow appeared in front of the God, his fingers or claws already stretched toward him.

And, surprisingly, the attack landed. Khan’s nails pierced the God’s figure, and five massive cracks spread from them, expanding far and wide, seemingly wanting to shatter a vast chunk of space.

And space did shatter. That seemingly empty area suddenly darkened, making its fabric visible and releasing the energy it contained.

Obscuring True Chaos appeared out of nowhere, replacing the vast chunk of broken space. Enough energy to build several celestial bodies filled the empty nothingness, only for it to flow inside Khan’s stretched arm.

The absorption finally hit the spot. A deeper sense of satisfaction spread inside Khan, and he knew that reaction didn’t result from the sheer quantity of devoured energy.

The separate universe was the God. That whole dimension was what the God had been working toward to reach an even higher state of existence. His divinity lay in that world, as well as his life.

Still, obviously, the God wouldn’t just let himself be eaten, especially by someone who revealed such a massive opening after a single winning exchange.

“[A truly disappointing outcome],” Khan heard the God’s mental message before something scorching landed on his back, carrying enough force to make him lose his foothold and push him away.