Chaos Heir

Chapter 1622: Bite

From a purely genetic standpoint, Khan had the upper hand in that battle. The God was a superior existence with endless potential, but Khan had been reborn from his energy, granting him an undeniable advantage.

However, the God of the True Chaos had many things working for him, too.

For once, the God’s experience wasn’t something Khan could match. The former hadn’t only lived far longer and seen much more. He had also grown accustomed to and experimented with his superior state so much that he was ready to push himself to the next evolutionary step.

Meanwhile, Khan was a newborn. His prowess was undeniable, but he was learning to use it on the spot, discovering his limits and abilities during that very battle.

Moreover, the God was far more knowledgeable. Despite Khan’s new reason-defying status, the God could adjust his understanding during the battle. Just like Khan was learning about himself, the God had never stopped studying him.

Knowledge was power, especially when coupled with far vaster experience, allowing the God to be one step ahead when it mattered the most.

Khan’s sudden surge of power had been within the God’s calculations. The latter had predicted that Khan would have showcased something incredible after eating properly for the first time since his ascension.

That was a natural conclusion that led to something more shameful to admit. The God was sure that nothing in his arsenal would have been able to stop Khan after that feeding session.

Of course, the God was beyond trivial emotions like shame. Instead of falling prey to arrogance or fear, he spotted an opportunity in that inferiority.

Since Khan’s victory in the following exchange was unavoidable, the God devised a plan and a winning move around it.

That was the difference between beasts and men in the end. The former had superior innate prowess, but, with decent-enough tools, intelligence triumphed all. Khan was finally stronger, but the God had the right tools to devise a deadly trap.

Khan’s transcendent perception had a single weakness. That collapsing universe featured a being that matched his status. Khan could sense him, but he couldn’t look through him, turning some of the insides of that titanic, fuming figure into a blind spot.

And that was precisely where the God hid his final weapon, a spear that cracked inside him, carrying the same obliterating features as his bullets, containing raw energy that imploded rather than blowing outward.

The result was something that Khan couldn’t react to or oppose. The ray of blackness matched his speed, carried enough power to pierce his flesh, and was as insidious as the implosions.

Moreover, the attack was specific to Khan’s shape. He was only a body, an anatomical structure that featured weaknesses in the form of vital organs.

The black ray was as large as a man’s head, so it obliterated Khan’s entire heart when it carved through the center of his chest.

Obviously, the God wouldn’t leave the fate of his reckless, almost suicidal, final attack in the hands of Khan’s resilience. Khan was indeed the kind of being that needed a heart to function, but the God didn’t feel like betting on that.

So, while the ray kept Khan impaled, piercing him from side to side, glowing blackness separated from it, invading his insides to continue the assault.

Khan was nothing short of stunned, his physical functions in complete disarray. His natural defenses were at their weakest, so the divine True Chaos invaded him, wreaking havoc on his already damaged organs.

The God was sure no greater material existed in the universe, but he had no delusions of grandeur. His True Chaos could potentially annihilate Khan and devour his foundation, delivering better blueprints that the Scarlet Eyes’ army would greatly benefit from.

Nevertheless, the God didn’t even consider that riskier approach. Khan’s unclear resilience made him play it safe, spreading his True Chaos inside him to shut his body down completely, ensuring the quickest death he was capable of inflicting.

And the God’s strategy paid off. Khan felt his body shutting down while his transcendent perception receded, getting darker and darker. Surprisingly, he was dying, his very life waning by the second.

However, despite the God’s far superior knowledge, experience, skills, and general mindset, there was something he couldn’t calculate. He also had a blind spot in his perfection, something that his very existence prevented him from considering and adding to the equation.

Khan wasn’t fighting for superiority. His new state might have given him a deeper, instinctive desire for victory, but that still fell behind the main reason for all his struggles.

That was why Khan had refused godhood twice. It was why he had chosen to become a monster no different than the Great Old One, sacrificing his potential for higher states of being forever.

The universal war wasn’t about proving who had the better leader. Two opposite ways of life were clashing for supremacy, but Khan couldn’t care less about that.

The curse might have forced Khan to take the most prominent position in that war, but his reasons had nothing to do with it. He only wanted to create a safe world for his family.

Khan desired nothing more than for Yeza and his still-unborn second child to live without a looming universal threat.

Parents were capable of crazy, incredible sacrifices when their children were involved. It was a natural instinct, something Khan felt and had even witnessed great examples of.

Moreover, Khan was a beast, and the God had just cornered him, making him more dangerous than ever.

Ultimately, Khan even felt a bit insulted. The God had actually resorted to a suicidal attack against him, the master of selflessness. Khan had barely started to value his own life, so he opted for mutual destruction without any hesitation.

Khan’s disappearing strength surged once more, the process so violent and reckless that blood spurted out of his mouth and the edges of the carved channel of his still impaled chest, prompting a simple move.

Khan pushed himself forward, digging deeper into the black ray so that he could bite down at the titanic mass of True Chaos.