Chapter 584
The huge eyeball was seen by everyone, and shock spread across every part of the world.
The massive eye in the sky loomed over the world like a harbinger of doom.
Its gaze was neither warm nor hostile, but it carried an immense pressure that made even the strongest beings feel weak.
It was as if the entire world had paused, holding its breath under the watchful stare of this unknown entity.
"Woah!"
Dave steadied himself as he felt the eye targeting him, trying to force him to kneel.
"Fuck you!"
Dave showed his middle finger to the eyeball, realizing it had singled him out.
As he gripped the Chaos Key tightly, the pulsating energy within it resonated with his blood, sending faint vibrations through his hand.
He could feel its immense power, yet he couldn't comprehend its true nature.
"Aby, what is this?"
Dave asked, his voice calm but firm. He knew Aby held the answers, as she always did.
Aby chuckled lightly, perched delicately on his shoulder. "
You've activated the Chaos Key, Dave. That eye belongs to the Gatekeeper of the Ancient Ruins—a terrifying being who has been sleeping for countless years."
"The eye is testing you."
"Testing me?"
Dave raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. He wasn't intimidated, but he felt a strange connection with the eyeball.
"Yes," Aby replied, her tone serious.
"The Chaos Key is no ordinary artifact. It's tied to your fate as the Chaos Lord and serves as a bridge to unlock the true potential of your title. But to access its power, you must be deemed worthy."
Dave smirked. "Worthy, huh? So, what's the test?"
Before Aby could answer, the colossal eye blinked, and a deep, resonating voice echoed across the world.
"Chaos Lord... show me your resolve."
The voice sent shockwaves through the land, causing mountains to tremble and seas to churn.
Dave felt a pull on his body as if the space around him was folding. In an instant, he was no longer standing on solid ground.
Instead, he found himself in an endless void surrounded by swirling chaos energy. The eye was still there, watching.
"Well, this is new," Dave muttered, scanning his surroundings.
The void felt alive, pulsating with raw energy. He could feel it tugging at his soul, testing his limits.
"To wield the power of chaos, you must prove your mastery over it," the voice boomed.
"Control it, or be consumed by it."
Without warning, tendrils of chaos energy shot toward Dave, their movements erratic and unpredictable.
They radiated destructive force, capable of tearing apart anything they touched.
Dave didn't flinch. He raised his hand, summoning his innate ability, Chaos Manipulation.
As the Chaos Lord, it would be laughable if he couldn't control the energy he ruled.
The tendrils slowed, as if recognizing his authority, but they didn't stop. Instead, they twisted and turned, trying to break free from his control.
Aby vanished, leaving Dave alone with the eyeball.
"So, this is the test," Dave said, a grin spreading across his face.
"Let's see who's stronger—me or chaos itself."
He focused his mind, drawing on the faith energy stored within him.
The power of his Divine Mark surged, amplifying his control over the chaotic forces.
The tendrils writhed and hissed, resisting his command, but Dave's power and control over chaos were superior.
"Haha, others worship their powers, but I'm different. The power worships me, and no one can control me—not even the Supreme Will."
As he fought for dominance, memories of his journey flashed through his mind.
He recalled the countless battles he had fought, the adversaries he had overcome, and the sacrifices he had made.
Each memory fueled his resolve, strengthening his grip on the chaos energy.
"Oh, why do I suddenly feel nostalgic?"
Time seemed meaningless in the void. Minutes felt like hours as Dave wrestled with the chaotic forces. His body glowed with a radiant purple light.
Finally, with a triumphant roar, Dave forced the tendrils to submit.
They coiled around him like loyal servants, their destructive energy now under his control.
"Woah, my current look is badass."
He could control chaos energy perfectly before, but now the tendrils moving around him had their own consciousness.
He felt that he could command them to defend or attack whenever he wanted.
"This must be a treasure from my past life."
The colossal eye blinked again, and the voice returned, its tone carrying a hint of approval.
"You have passed the first trial, Chaos Lord. But your journey is far from over."
The void shifted, and Dave found himself standing before a towering gate made of swirling chaos energy.
Ancient symbols were etched into its surface, glowing faintly. The Chaos Key in his hand vibrated, eager to unlock the gate.
"Looks like this is the next step," Dave said, stepping forward.
"Make sure to give me a hard trial, or else this will be too easy."
Dave smirked at the eyeball, but it remained emotionless.
"Boring!"
He missed the power of sins, or he would've known if the eyeball was angry.
He placed the Chaos Key into a slot at the center of the gate. The symbols lit up, and the gate slowly began to open.
As the gate parted, a blinding light spilled out, forcing Dave to shield his eyes.
When the light faded, he found himself in a vast, ancient hall. The air was thick with power, and the walls were adorned with murals depicting the history of the Chaos Lord.
'Is that me before?'
He saw a painting of a tall figure whose face was obscured by smoke. The figure sat majestically on a throne.
At the center of the hall stood a pedestal, atop which rested a glowing orb.
The orb radiated a familiar energy—chaos energy, but purer and more concentrated than anything Dave had ever encountered.
"Claim the Chaos Core and solidify your destiny as the Chaos Lord," the voice commanded.
Dave approached the pedestal, his steps echoing through the hall.
He could feel the weight of the moment—the significance of the Chaos Core in his role as the Chaos Lord.
As he reached out to touch the orb, a sudden surge of energy erupted from it, forming into a humanoid figure.
The figure, clad in chaotic armor, wielded a massive sword made of pure chaos energy.
"You must prove yourself worthy of being the Chaos Lord," the figure said, its voice cold and mechanical.
"Defeat me."
Dave smirked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I was hoping for a fight."