Will of chaos

Author: As mentioned before, I was very sick this month. Actually, it was from the end of last month to the beginning of this month. I’ve had a very high fever for the last few days, but I’m better. Honestly, I don’t like to be idle, so I’m going to get back to my usual routine, since keeping my head clear is better for me.

I’m writing this here only as an explanation for those who saw the story stop for three days in a row. After all, an explanation is the least those who follow my story deserve for my sudden disappearance for days.

Now back from the commercials (of three days).

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Using Orion to hide in a Blood Armor was only part of the plan. I didn’t know if this plan would be useful, since this Avatar of Hatred seemed to be very attentive to his surroundings, paying attention to everyone at the same time, not to mention the Entity of Hatred itself, which must be paying attention here.

Tricking an Entity was nearly impossible. I had some hope of tricking the Avatar, but the Entity would be a gamble with high risks. As long as I had at least a few free seconds or minutes near the Universal Core, I could think about what to do next.

“(Let me control your body while I gradually adjust my body size.)” (me)

“(Do as you wish, master.)” (Orion)

My plan was completely improvised. From the beginning of the attack, all I wanted was to reach the Universal Core, and with that, victory would be ours. I didn’t want to fight, and yet I knew it would be impossible to avoid. I’d also learned my lesson about trying to outsmart an eternal Entity.

That’s why I didn’t make any complex plans for this attack and didn’t try to predict what the enemy might have prepared. That’s also why instigating my companions to make their own plans was a necessity. All I wanted was to level the playing field to my level.

Throwing everything on the board and confusing everyone would be risky for a fight, but I never saw this as a fight. It was a race to a goal, a game of small flags. That’s why I sought to create such confusion that it would be the perfect smokescreen to hide my direct race to the goal.

Of course, I was fully aware that this plan would fail at some point. It couldn’t even be called a plan; it was an idea I didn’t let develop. I wanted to let the plan form in the moment and spontaneously, adapting to the unique circumstances that would surely arise.

That’s why I was happy to see the Avatar of Hate’s reactions and perception. It showed that I did everything right. He thinks quickly and was better prepared than I imagined. If we had devised a well-designed plan for this attack, he would have realized it and reacted accordingly to stop us. With his Entity’s orders, it would have been impossible to achieve our goal.

But with all this happening at once, with plans itching to get in each other’s way, they didn’t need to do anything more than that. The rest of the plan was already forming in my mind, a smokescreen within a smokescreen, a deception within an illusion.

Using Orion to form a suit of armor covering my massive Dragon body was an excellent way to shrink myself down to my human form.

Even so, I couldn’t simply leave Orion’s body; without this blood covering, I would be seen as a black dot in a white desert.

I needed a way to escape while still hiding, and by the time I realized this, a risky idea had already occurred to me, so I put it into practice without enough time for another idea to emerge.

We were all fighting, my Familiars providing support while preventing these Hatred-filled Creatures from interfering, as well as the few attacks from the Armored Man and Woman, as well as the Dark Being. Even though they were busy with other combats, they still tried to aid the Avatar of Hatred at every opportunity.

They were annoying and insistent, but also difficult to deal with, given that everyone possessed the power of the Concept of Hatred.

The only thing I didn’t understand was why no one among the Avatars on either side was embodying their Entities.

Lolth and Sarazar were fighting for themselves without resorting to the Twins. The same could be said of Ronan and even the enemy. I couldn’t understand why none of the Entities were making a move, I couldn’t understand.

Only Urd, as an Entity, was acting personally as he pleased. Something wasn’t making sense. Everything was much lighter than it should have been, and since Orion was doing part of the work by moving his body, I had time to analyze it, which didn’t take long.

“(I see, they’re wary of the thing inside the miasma…)” (me)

I had no idea what that thing inside the miasma was, I only noticed the change in the Avatar of Hatred’s expression and the panic on Davoth’s face. Whatever it was, it was clearly horrific in its own way, but for now, it served my purpose and could be used.

“< Origin Curse: Chains of Hatred >” (Avatar of Hatred)

“< Eclipse Magic: Purification Transmutation >” (me)

I didn’t have to keep up the act, even though I knew they’d try to stop me. Controlling Orion’s body, I continued to try to advance toward the gaps appearing in the mist away from the suction funnel.

The Avatar of Hatred interrupts his fight, having one of his wings ripped off, only to cast a curse on me. His hatred surges into a crystallized chain around me, but even with the power of the Concept, it can’t bind me.

I use my power of the Concept of Chaos. Even though it’s incomplete and I don’t fully understand it, I already know that I can at least convert a curse into something sacred, just as I did with the last Avatar of Hatred.

The chains around me burn in stellar flames as they become particles of sacred light that Orion absorbs into his blood armor.

Seeing that this didn’t work, he resumes fighting the woman with the statuette while I dodge a black flame that comes flying at me.

The ongoing standoff seemed endless, but I wasn’t even trying too hard. I was waiting for the opportunity. I was closest to the mist, and I could feel that thing starting to move inside. It was almost awakening, and this would be the moment to truly act.

“< Corrupting Aura Technique: Blade of the Hated >” (Avatar of Hatred)

“< Breath of Myriad Bloodlines >” (Orion)

I soon see that the thing within the mist is truly ready to act. Even the whirlpool was beginning to change color with a slight green hue. The phantom energy was increasing, and I sensed a bizarre Aura within seconds. This made it seem like I was heading toward the mist once more, forcing the Avatar of Hatred to act.

He uses his arm like a sword, and it was a perfect attack for my action. Since I couldn’t help Orion any further, I let him regain control of his own body. All this time, I had been slowly shrinking my body and was now in my humanoid form, which looked tiny like a speck of dust amidst the ocean of blood that was Orion, maintaining my armor-covered Dragon form.

I had Orion’s claws severed by the Avatar of Hatred’s attack. I was still afraid of being noticed, so I remained still, reducing my energy and Aura to a minimum. I was betting on whether I could go unnoticed by both the Avatar of Hatred and the Entity itself.

Due to the slashing attack and Orion’s positioning, the contacting fingers flew toward the miasma without arousing suspicion, with me inside one of those fingers.

As soon as I disappeared into the miasma, I realized that the ghostly presence was unbearable, so deep. I sensed traces of Chaotic power, but I couldn’t delve deeper into it. I took control of the Blood surrounding my body, forming a humanoid-shaped armor to protect me as I advanced through the miasma in a straight line toward where I’d seen that black sun before.

It was clear something else was going on there; everyone noticed. Hate was doing something, but I didn’t know what, and that was why I was anxious.

The miasma around me was acting strangely. It felt like it was being controlled. The ghostly energy was stronger than just devouring it; it was transforming it. Something was floating within the miasma, and its eyes turned to me. As soon as I felt it, I sped up as fast as I could, wanting to get out of the miasma as quickly as possible.

I could feel billions of hands trying to grab me wherever I went. Body parts of the blood around me were being torn to shreds, while the blood seemed to transform into something else as these hands touched it.

The Aura I thought was bizarre entered the blood, reaching me, and I realized what was so horrifying about it. It was pure madness. It wasn’t anything like a mind guiding this thing, not even instincts or emotions; it was madness.

It was like a newborn child seeing shiny things around it and hitting them, trying to eat them, or even throwing them. It wasn’t evil, it was curiosity mixed with innocence, which wasn’t entirely the case here. This thing knew exactly what it was doing and simply didn’t care. It wanted to play with lives, hit souls, distort reality, and wreak havoc simply because it did.

I felt it, and it was horrifying. I felt it because this thing basically showed it to me. It was as if I could hear its smile inside my mind, as if its voice was resonating in my Soul.

I was terrified in a way. This thing was inviting me to play with it. Its Aura had no mind, instinct, or anything else, but there was Will, an intention to twist everything into playfulness, to break everyone’s minds, to corrupt Souls, and to go beyond everything. It was horrifying and inexplicable.

It was at this moment that I finally emerged from the miasma and the Aura disappeared, but before that, I could feel its hand almost closing around me.

The next thing I knew, I was out of the miasma. The blood around me was no longer blood, but a slime shaped like dozens of hands. Its color was green and it was evaporating into mist that returned to the miasma. The scariest thing was seeing a green handprint on my arm. It was a handprint with long, thin fingers that weighed heavily, as if trying to guide me back into the miasma.

“Wh… what was that…?” (me)