The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2180: Scarlet Light

A flicker of enlightenment crossed Cain’s eyes as he came to understand Levi’s choice.

"Would you like to join us for dinner?" Levi asked with an easy smile.

Cain nodded immediately, his expression softening. Moments later, he found himself walking alongside Levi, his wife, and their small child. Naturally, Cain hid his true appearance, his divine aura masked behind a veil of subtle illusion.

Even though his very presence radiated tranquility, anyone who stood before the ruler of the world would feel an instinctive, suffocating pressure. For the sake of peace, it was better that he seemed nothing more than an ordinary traveler.

Soon, they were gathered around a table, sharing a warm meal. Cain had tasted countless dishes throughout his existence; as ruler of the Scarlet Kingdom, he had access to the finest delicacies the world could offer. Yet he had long since lost the ability to enjoy them. Efficiency had replaced pleasure, nutrition over flavor, purpose over feeling. After all, there was always a battle and always a plan that needed his focus.

Now, for the first time in centuries, he felt truly satisfied. The meal was rustic, yet it carried the warmth of family. As he ate, a peaceful smile formed on his face, small but genuine.

Conversation flowed naturally. Cain listened more than he spoke, learning about Levi’s life since the wars ended. Levi’s wife, Sarah, was a member of the Atrox Immortus race. She had met Levi shortly after the great war between the Scarlet Kingdom and the Imperium of Time, a time when the skies still burned and the land bore the scars of divine battle. Their meeting, Levi explained with a quiet grin, had not been planned. It happened during an expedition through a hidden dimension left behind by a fallen ArchDeity.

What began as cooperation soon grew into something deeper. Within a few years, they married, and their child, Andrew, was born.

Although they could have lived comfortably in the Scarlet Crown, the very heart of the Kingdom, they had chosen to raise their child in this smaller city instead.

"The Crown is a wonderful place," Levi said, glancing fondly at his wife and son. "There’s no prejudice there—hybrid children like Andrew are even honored, seen as living symbols of unity within the Scarlet Path. But the Crown... it’s not peaceful. It’s always moving, always fighting. People live to grow stronger. That’s not the kind of world I want my son to grow up in, at least not yet."

Cain nodded silently. He understood better than anyone. He had built the Scarlet Crown to be a forge for warriors, not a cradle for families. It was a realm of fire and ambition, not laughter and lullabies.

When the topic turned to child-rearing, Cain fell quiet. He thought of his own sons, Rylanor and Magnus, both of whom had grown into remarkable men: fierce, loyal, incorruptible. But it was not he who had raised them. Their mothers had been the ones to shape their hearts.

Cain spent the next seven days in the city, visiting Levi and his family each evening. They shared stories of the past, memories of battles fought side by side, and quiet reflections on the cost of peace.

During this time, Cain also acted silently, his divine senses touching the infant Andrew with the faintest trace of his power. With Levi’s permission, he refined the child’s bloodline, raising it to the rank of an Archdeity.

Though Andrew was too young for Tribulation Enhancement, Cain sealed within his small body a spark of Revolution Flames. It would temper his strength, refine his essence, and ensure that so long as he worked hard, his path toward greatness would be smooth and unbroken.

By the end of the week, it was time to part. Cain stood outside the modest home, the evening sun burning crimson across the horizon. "It’s time," he said softly. Levi nodded, his eyes calm, unafraid.

Cain raised his hand and once again invoked his Genetic Coding and Tribulation Enhancement abilities. The process was grueling yet exhilarating; divine energy coursed through Levi’s being, reshaping his Alter-Ego.

The very air trembled as his power evolved, his spirit transcending its former boundaries. When the transformation ended, Levi’s Alter-Ego had ascended to the Prima Deity Rank.

The two clasped hands, their grip firm with brotherly strength. No words were needed; their shared smile said enough. Then Cain rose into the sky, his figure vanishing into light.

As he soared, he felt something within him shift, another string of his vast, intricate destiny untangling itself. A deep, radiant glow filled his eyes as he felt yet another piece of the world settle into harmony.

In an instant, he crossed the fabric of space, reappearing high above the Scarlet Crown. Yet Cain’s gaze did not linger there. Instead, it turned toward the sprawling city built beneath it: Scarlet Light.

Though it lacked the grandeur of the Crown, Scarlet Light was a place of equal importance. Tens of millions lived there, not warriors, but administrators, scholars, strategists, and engineers. The city served as the mind of the Scarlet Kingdom, just as the Crown was its heart and blade.

The Six Chief Councilors governed the most critical affairs of state, logistics, trade, and divine governance, but even their vast intellects and the support of the A.I. Chip Module could only handle so much. The rest of the burden fell to the people of Scarlet Light.

If the Scarlet Crown was the forge that tempered warriors, Scarlet Light was the mechanism that ensured the machine of the Kingdom never faltered. Through its countless systems, orders flowed across the trillion-strong population, ensuring that meritocracy remained the guiding flame of the Scarlet Path.

As Cain descended, his gaze fell upon one man in particular, an old companion from the earliest days of his rise. Lurin Sinar.

Cain remembered him well. Back when his power was just rising in Gaia, it had been Lurin who helped him with matters of politics, diplomacy, and resource management. Now, centuries later, the man still served faithfully.

Lurin sat at a vast crystalline desk, his hands moving swiftly across glowing interfaces as he handled dozens of simultaneous reports. His eyes were tired, yet behind that exhaustion burned a steady light, a sense of purpose and conviction. Every action he took was driven by belief, by the understanding that his work mattered.

Cain smiled faintly, pride and warmth flickering within him. This was what he had fought for, not just power or conquest, but a world that endured through the will of its people.

Silently, he cloaked his aura once again and began descending toward the city, ready to greet another of his oldest friends.