The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2302 Master of his destiny

Cain's gaze shimmered with an intense scarlet radiance as he concentrated on the Three Moons. The Flow and the Power of Chaos surged through his senses, permitting him to evaluate their might with precision. Each individual presence was staggering on its own. Yet, as their auras merged into a unified, balanced weight, any lingering uncertainty vanished—they were truly Alpha-Omega Overgod entities.

However, it was not their sheer power that caused his expression to turn sharp.

Something far more primal existed beneath that strength. It was a specific vibration he had encountered only twice during his extensive travels. Those instances had manifested as an elderly man and a red-eyed child, both of whom had been trusted companions and supporters.

Cain's eyes turned cold.

"You are not people," he declared with composure. "You are a World Will."

For the first time since their arrival, a reaction broke the Three Moons' composure.

A flicker of sharpness crossed their features, replaced quickly by slow, perceptive grins.

"As expected of the Prophesied Hero," the Past remarked, her voice vibrating with the weight of ages. "Your vision can pierce the true nature of our being."

The Present continued the thought seamlessly, her voice steady and controlled. "However, you only grasp a fragment of the reality. We are not a World Will—at least, not in the complete sense."

The Future concluded, her tone sounding remote and icy. "We are remnants. Shards of the Crimson World’s will that were shattered during the Great War."

Cain remained silent, allowing them to continue.

"For endless eons, we drifted across the various realms," the Past went on, "until eventually, we achieved physical form and self-awareness."

"We evolved into something entirely new," the Present added. "A will manifested in flesh."

"Nevertheless," the Future finished, "our core objective remains the same. Protecting the Crimson World is the very heart of our existence."

Cain narrowed his eyes as he analyzed them. "You are being far more transparent than I anticipated."

"We provide answers because you arrived in search of them," the Past countered.

"And because this specific path leads to the most advantageous result," the Present noted.

Cain and Meylin shared a brief look. The candor of the Three Moons offered no solace. Instead, it only intensified the dread pooling in the hearts of the Neo-Demon and the True Depravita.

Meylin took a measured breath, composed herself, and moved forward. Her voice was steady but heavy with gravity as she voiced a question that had been buried deep within her soul.

"Then tell me," she demanded. "Why was it necessary to send me to the World Forge of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe?"

The Past replied without a moment's pause. "The prophecy required a warrior who had traversed worlds—one capable of stopping the disaster destined to destroy the Crimson World."

"Thus, we sought to manufacture one," the Present explained.

"But you died prematurely," the Future added. "According to our projections, you were a failure."

Meylin’s hands tightened into fists, but she kept her silence.

"However, through that failure," the Past continued, "you carved out an unpredicted route."

"You formed a bond with the one person capable of shattering the seal and entering the Crimson World," the Present said.

"An anomaly that went beyond our most complex calculations," the Future finished.

Meylin felt a spark of indignation as they discussed her life as if she were a mere instrument, but that anger quickly dissolved into a sense of relief.

A faint, serene smile touched her lips.

For a short time, she had lived in fear that her connection with Cain was something fabricated, a result of hidden manipulation. Now, she finally knew the truth. The Three Moons hadn't engineered their bond. It was an accidental byproduct of a strategy they had already written off as a loss.

Their meeting was a product of fate, not a scheme.

Cain observed the peace in Meylin’s expression and gave a small smile in return. Then, his face hardened once more as he addressed the Three Moons.

"And after I arrived," he said in a level voice, "you began to meddle with my path."

The Past spoke first. "We do not possess the power to change free will."

"Every choice you make belongs to you alone," the Present confirmed.

"But we can influence the odds," the Future added. "We can nudge events to ensure the prophecy is more likely to be fulfilled."

"So you made certain she was told the false prophecy," Cain stated coldly. "The one claiming I would die during the events of the Demon King's Castle."

"That specific interference raised the probability of your cooperation," the Present answered.

"And consequently, the likelihood of the Demon King being freed," the Future concluded.

The logic was flawless.

That was precisely what made it so disturbing.

Cain’s jaw clenched tight.

"And what of the prophecy concerning my battle with the Ancient One?"

The Three Moons answered immediately.

"Confronting the Ancient One is your destiny," the Past said.

"Should he view you as a genuine risk," the Present added, "the chances of that prophecy coming to pass will grow."

The statement struck with the coldness of a blade.

A surge of murderous intent flickered in Cain's eyes.

The Three Moons remained completely indifferent to his fury. They were unconcerned with his feelings, caring only for the final result. To them, Cain wasn't a living being—he was merely a data point.

A vital component.

If the prophecy dictated his demise to preserve the Crimson World, they would manipulate the very fabric of reality to guarantee it. His life, his autonomy, and his desires were all secondary to their vision of the future.

A frigid rage rose within him.

For a brief moment, Chaos stirred as he contemplated slaughtering the three of them on the spot, but he quickly reined it in.

Cain let out a breath.

He suppressed his killing intent, locking it away with absolute mental discipline. He had given his word. He wouldn't attack them—not at this moment.

But the foundation of their relationship had fundamentally shifted.

Trust was now an impossibility.

"We’re leaving," Cain said softly.

Meylin nodded instantly.

There was nothing left to learn here.

They turned to exit the area.

Before they could leave, the Three Moons lifted their hands. A piece of parchment materialized in the air, ancient and pulsing with power, as it floated toward Cain.

"This will be of immense use in your—"

Cain dismissed it with a wave of his hand.

The parchment was swatted away, falling harmlessly into the darkness.

He didn't even glance back.

Even if it held a god-tier technique or a forbidden secret, he wouldn't touch it. Not from creatures who thought they could herd him through a labyrinth like cattle.

This wasn't an act of arrogance.

It was an act of will. Cain refused to be a tool for any prophecy.

He was no sacrificial lamb for the sake of a greater plan.

He was the master of his own fate—and no one, not even the will of the world, would ever take that away from him.