Chapter 4: The Flames of Vengeance
Loras sat cross-legged in his hidden chamber, the oppressive silence interrupted only by the faint hum of chaotic energy coursing through his veins. His thoughts wandered to the vastness of the Divine World—the pinnacle of existence.
The Divine World stood above the 49 Immortal Realms, ruling them through the authority of the Imperial Family and the Four Great Families. Each Immortal Realm was subdivided into 100 Upper Realms, 1,000 Intermediate Realms, and 10,000 Lower Realms.
Among the ruling powers, the Hēiyī (Doom) Clan surpassed all, controlling 19 Immortal Realms, an unparalleled feat even more than the Imperial Family. The sheer dominance of the Doom Clan was owed to their mastery of Void (Chaos) and their unmatched lineage,
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The Foundation Establishment stage was a fundamental point in the cultivation path. For ordinary cultivators, it marked their first step in solidifying their power. Farmers and commoners saw it as a chance to stabilize their weak bodies and meager energies.
For geniuses, however, this stage was the bedrock of future dominance. The longer they lingered and fortified their foundation, the greater their potential to surpass their peers in later realms. A strong foundation allowed them to combat those several levels above them.
But for "Loras", such concerns were irrelevant. His Void Emperor Physique and Void God Bloodline worked complemented each other to create a perfect foundation without effort. His cultivation was already leagues beyond those of his age—or even those many levels higher.
His mastery of the Void (Chaos Fire) and Ancient Sword Element had already placed him in a unique category within the Doom Clan:
• Void (Chaos Fire): A destructive force capable of unraveling matter, energy, and laws. Even the Imperial Family's divine radiance paled before its annihilative might.
• Ancient Sword Element: A precision-based ability capable of slicing through dimensions and void barriers. While rare within the clan, it was slowly awakening within Loras, marking him as a prodigy among prodigies.
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The Golden Core stage represented the first true condensation of a cultivator's energy. All the Qi accumulated during Foundation Establishment was compressed into a core—a seed of unimaginable power.
Loras activated his World Concealment Technique, ensuring no trace of his breakthrough would alert others. His crimson eyes glowed with intensity as the chaotic energy surged within him.
The process began with a violent collision of Void Energy and Chaos Fire. His core resisted the chaotic power, threatening to tear itself apart. Tendrils of void energy wrapped around the fire, stabilizing it as his Ancient Sword Element sliced through impurities.
The room shook violently, the chaotic energy spiraling out of control. But Loras, with his Void Emperor Physique, absorbed the backlash, his body an unyielding vessel. With a final push, the chaotic energy compressed into a perfect sphere.
<>[System Notification:]
>Breakthrough Complete: Golden Core (Startup).
>Sweat dripping from his brow, Loras exhaled sharply. A faint smirk played on his lips as he whispered, "Status."
<>[Status Window:]
>Name: Loras Doom (Hēiyī )
>Age: 3 Years
>Real Cultivation Level: Golden Core (Startup)
>Fake Cultivation Level: no cultivation
>Physique: Void Emperor Physique (Stage 1)
>Bloodline: Void God Bloodline (Stage 1)
>Elements: Chaos Fire, Ancient Sword (Partial Awakening)
>Evil Points: 540
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As he exited his hidden chamber, Loras wandered through the estate, his sharp senses alert to the slightest disturbance. His attention was drawn to muffled whispers and soft moans coming from a secluded area.
Hidden in the shadows, Loras observed a scene that churned his stomach. A park guard had a maid pressed against the wall, his hands roaming her body as she moaned in pleasure.
Loras recognized the maid instantly. She was one of his personal attendants—a married woman who often spoke of her husband and child with pride. Yet here she was, willingly betraying them for fleeting pleasure.
The guard's hands slid beneath her dress, and their voices grew louder, filled with passion. Loras's eyes burned with disgust as memories from his past life surfaced:
Lovers who whispered sweet promises while plotting his downfall. Wives who abandoned him for greater power. Sisters who betrayed him for mere convenience.
"This is their nature," he muttered. "Faithless, treacherous animals. Tools to be used and discarded."
His resolve hardened. This betrayal could not go unpunished.
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The following week, Loras prepared his vengeance. The Doom Clan was busy with a grand ceremony, leaving the kitchens bustling with activity. Hundreds of maids, the weakest among them at 8. Saint, worked tirelessly to prepare the feast.
Loras slipped into the kitchen, his small frame unnoticed among the chaos. His crimson eyes scanned the room until they fell on the betrayer. She laughed with another maid, speaking of her husband's devotion.
Loras clenched his fists. His Void (Chaos Fire) flared to life, invisible to ordinary eyes. With a subtle gesture, he sent a spark into the hearth. The flames exploded, consuming the room in a storm of black and red fire.
Screams filled the air as the maids attempted to flee, but the Void energy sealed every exit. Their Saint-level cultivation was useless against the destructive chaos.
Loras approached the betrayer, her face pale with terror. She fell to her knees, begging for mercy.
"You betrayed your family," Loras said coldly. "You betrayed your blood. This is the fate of traitors."
"No, young master, please!" she cried. "I'll do anything! Spare me!"
Loras's hand crackled with Void Energy. The flames intensified, consuming her flesh as she screamed in agony.
"Trash deserves to burn," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
Her screams echoed until only ashes remained.
<>[System Notification:]
>Evil Points Gained: +10,000.
Loras's lips curled into a satisfied smirk. This was the justice he sought—not for the maid's husband, but for himself.
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Returning to his room, Loras felt a deep sense of satisfaction. The Divine World had proven his belief: women, no matter the realm, were treacherous and unworthy of trust.
His gaze hardened as he murmured, "This is only the beginning. The world will know my name—and my wrath."
End of Chapter 4