Worldly Overlord - Chapter 46

Devon could feel himself sinking into a bottomless abyss, everything around him was pitch black. The place seemed to be even quiet than a graveyard but Instead of being fearful about the situation he was in, Devon felt delighted about the scenario.

This wasn’t the first time he had used that ability while there wasn’t any side effect of him using it that time, this time it could be seen that there was.

Devon had his hand on his head, as he began to see flashes of memories forming. Though the flashes were foggy, he could hear a voice reaching out to him.

“CHAOS.” the voice trying to reach out to him said just a single word each time, but the word seemed to carry more weight than it appeared.

The word ‘CHAOS’ was definitely a forbidden word seeing how it completely made the entire world froze. Humans, plants, animals, even Demons froze from the mentioning of that word.

A silver-haired man was holding a shiny red scythe The man appeared to be standing at the entrance of a gate, he had a lofty look in his eyes, looking down on all beings in the universe. He stood up straight like nothing could ever shake his stance.

In Devon’s flashes, the young man was approached by a youth putting on a black mask, adorned in all-black attire. The youth who had just arrived had a few questions with the silver-haired man before the two burst out laughing.

“Argh!” the silvered-haired man kneeled on the ground with his head laying on the youth shoes.

A beating heart appeared on the youth’s bloody hand. He then said a few words which seemed to be mocking the silver-haired man.

The youth kicked the man off his shoe. He gently placed the heart in his mouth and swallowed it. The heart was like a special delicacy to the man, as he had a very satisfying look on his face.

“That was lovely!” the youth said, salivating at the already dead man on the ground not too far away from him.

Devon watched the whole action

unfolded with his eyes and for someone who was beginning to lose his emotions gradually that scene greatly frightened him.

The youth seemed to have noticed something or rather someone staring at him. He turned, looking into the direction Devon was watching from.

Not being able to find anything made a frown appear on the youth’s face. And a minute later his eyes which were black turned fiery red. “There you are, kid.” He said.

The youth appeared at Devon’s front, staring at him with death lurking in his eyes. He stretched his hand at Devon’s chest, aiming to pull out his heart as he did earlier to the silver-haired youth.

Just as when the youth hand touched Devon’s chest, a rift appeared and swallowed Devon.

“CHAOS.” the youth said, vanishing away from the surrounding.

…………..

The sovereign and the dominator could be seen standing behind a man in a wheelchair. The man was referred to as the boss by the duo.

In front of them was an Achilles gold hair youth laying on the ground. The youth had his eyes closed, seemingly unconscious. Three orbs of different colors were circling around him at a steady rate.

“Boss, the energy in the orbs will soon finish. What do we do?” the bald-haired man in the group said with a look of worry on his face.

“Yes, boss…. This is the last ones we have in store if they finish and the kid isn’t awake, yet then I’m afraid to say, but he’s dea-” he couldn’t complete his words before the boss waves his hand at him.

The boss waved his hand at the duo, telling him to leave the room. He stood up from the chair, walking towards the youth on the ground. He then stretched out his index finger at the youth’s forehead.

A drop of blood dripped out from the man’s index finger, landing directly on Devon’s forehead. The man who had lost a drop of his blood appeared to be weaker and more aged than earlier.

The blood landed on Devon’s forehead and disappeared. His entire body began to tremble and even his pale face were beginning to return back to its original state.

Getting back to the wheelchair was hard for the man who gave out a drop of his blood, considering how he staggered. He seemed to have had a decrease in his life force due to his action.

A faint layer of white mist began to form around Devon’s body. Though his face had regained its former color, no sign of life could be felt from him.

Suddenly, the white mist which was around his body began to break apart, leaving a dense aura in the surrounding. Devon was like a snake who had just shed its skin. Unique, refined energy began circling his body, flowing unceasingly and its sharpness showing through.

He then began showing signs of waking up, seeing how his eyes were twitching.

A wide aura that was capable of putting any powerhouse to its kneels spread out, and the aura kept getting stronger by the seconds.

“Uhhhhhhhhhh” Devon exhaled deeply, standing up like a ghost who was pulled out from the nether world.

He stared at the man in the wheelchair, bowing gently to him.

“Hahahahahahaha….. Congratulation on your tremendous growth kid. But don’t you think this is uncalled-for.” the man jested, heaving a sigh of relief.

A light smile appeared on Devon’s face and with a mere thought, the aura that was being emanated from his body vanished like it never appeared in the first place.

“Go complete your training, to be honest with your new strength, those training shouldn’t be of any problem to you anymore.”

Devon nodded his head at the man’s words. He picked one of the orbs on the ground, rubbing it is with his palm. ” Can I take this with me?” He asked.

Both men stared at each other eyes with none willing to give up that item. Devon won the battle this time around as the man accepted his request.

Devon didn’t hesitate to take the two orbs remaining on the ground, leaving the stunned man in the wheelchair completely speechless. Seeing Devon leave the room, he burst out laughing before a look of worry appeared on him.

The stone hall…….

“I’m going to move on to the next phase of my training with you.”

“I won’t be teaching you any battle skill because I regard those shitty things as a complete waste of time.” A hunched-back man could be seen lecturing a youth with a wooden stick in his hand.

“In the face of absolute strength, none of that will matter a tiny bit.”

“The best way to improve one’s battle skill is to constantly create a way of battle, and each battle you experience will help correct those flaws in it.”

“Any skill you learn was created by someone, so instead of walking in someone else footstep why not creating one for yourself.” The man lectured the youth for hours.

Devon folded his hand behind his back as he listened attentively to every word the man said to him.