The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2304 The strength to tear Middle Alpha-Omega Overgods apart

Upon seeing the items Cain revealed, Skull Lord's eyes grew wide. His attention lingered on the dagger for a moment longer, a slight disturbance rippling through his aura as he realized its true nature. The sensation was unmistakable—this blade was every bit as lethal as his own Sun-Pierce Sword, a divine weapon crafted specifically to pierce the defenses of Alpha-Omega Overgods.

Approaching Cain, a look of profound complexity crossed his skeletal features.

"With your massive store of merit and these particular artifacts," Skull Lord remarked slowly, "you truly have the right to claim anything within the Life Path's treasury. However... there is nothing in those vaults that can meet your specific demands."

Cain let out a quiet breath. He wasn't surprised by this revelation. His physical form, fortified by his body refinement technique, had already reached the absolute limit of the Early Alpha-Omega Overgod tier. To push his strength any further would necessitate something miraculous—a treasure that surpassed standard logic.

Just as Cain prepared to dismiss the idea, Skull Lord lifted a hand. The fabric of space distorted, and a translucent crystal heart manifested in his palm.

Cain's eyes snapped toward it instantly.

The heart was clear and glowing, its surface thrumming with a deep, ancient rhythm. Flowing within it was a presence both familiar and staggering—a resonant echo of the World Matrix. The sheer intensity bleeding from the object caused Cain's blood to boil in response.

"This," Skull Lord declared with heavy gravity, "is a Tyrant Heart."

Cain focused his entire being on the relic.

"It grants the owner the ability to funnel the power of the World Matrix straight into their physical vessel," Skull Lord explained. "With it, one can master the World-Thread Tyrant Codex. This technique is ruthlessly difficult. It demands immense patience, grit, and perfect precision. But should you reach its summit... your raw physical might would allow you to crush Late Alpha-Omega Overgods with nothing but your bare hands."

For the first time in an age, Cain felt genuinely moved by a treasure. This was the missing piece he required, a perfect match that would enable his Neo-Demon Body to ascend to the very top of the Crimson World's food chain.

He desired it, naturally. However, he remained composed. Meeting Skull Lord's gaze, he understood that such a legendary relic would carry a steep price.

Skull Lord gave a slight nod, respecting Cain's self-control.

"Because of my racial constraints, I am unable to harness the full potential of this Tyrant Heart," he admitted. "I have searched for a long time to trade it for an object of equal worth, but no such chance appeared, and I require immediate power. Therefore, I am proposing a deal."

He took a short breath before laying out his conditions.

"The dagger. The suit of armor. Every merit point you have saved. And ten Alpha-Omega Origin Power Cores."

Cain's eyelid flickered.

The cost was immense—representing nearly eighty percent of his entire fortune.

A heavy silence hung between them for several heartbeats.

Then, a thin smile touched Cain's lips.

To the dead, wealth was a useless concept.

If he intended to survive the impending chaos—and face entities like Crowley, the Ancient One, and the mysteries of the Fifth Realm—he required power, and he needed it immediately.

He gave a firm nod.

With a swift motion, Cain waved his arm. The treasures drifted toward Skull Lord, who took them with a respectful nod before releasing the Tyrant Heart into Cain's waiting hand.

The moment his fingers closed around it, Cain plunged his consciousness into the crystal.

A massive flood of information rushed into his mind.

The intricate structure of the World-Thread Tyrant Codex revealed itself—pathways, energy cycles, compression methods, and laws that completely redefined how flesh interacted with cosmic principles. Within moments, the seeds of understanding took root.

Cain's grin widened.

Without delaying for a second, he surged his soul force into the Tyrant Heart.

The crystal began to vibrate violently before dissolving into radiant rivers of energy that soaked into Cain's skin and muscle. It settled right before his biological heart, thumping once—then twice—before merging perfectly with his anatomy.

Since the Codex was contained within the Tyrant Heart itself, its core knowledge was etched directly into Cain's soul and physical makeup.

However, an obstacle remained.

While the Codex could channel the World Matrix's power, it lacked the ability to summon it forth.

Typically, a Cultivation expert would have to master an Omnic Truth or stay near someone who was doing so to evoke the Matrix. This was the reason Skull Lord warned that the technique was slow and grueling.

That applied to others.

It did not apply to Cain.

He drew a deep breath.

His back erupted as the Wings of Chaos manifested, spreading out in a violent storm of crimson plasma. A moment later, they locked into the fabric of existence, their energy radiating outward.

The surrounding dimensions began to tremble.

Under the bewildered eyes of Skull Lord—and the shocked senses of every major power in the Heart of Sin—the World Matrix began to manifest. Shimmering golden threads descended from the void, weaving into reality like the very veins of the universe.

A pressure that defied all logic saturated the room.

Cain smiled, though he had no time to enjoy the sensation.

Upholding the Power of Chaos placed a brutal burden on his soul. Even though he wasn't using a Chaos Art—thus avoiding a deadly backlash—he could only hold this state for a short window before his strength failed.

Regardless, it was sufficient.

The golden fibers of the World Matrix began to stitch themselves into Cain's muscles, tendons, and skeletal structure. His biology began to transcend mere life—every fiber was becoming a vessel for cosmic law, engraved with the fundamental rules of the Crimson World.

Nobody dared to interfere.

The visible strain on Cain's soul made it obvious that this was an incredible undertaking, even for a monster like him.

Ten minutes ticked by.

A small trail of blood ran from Cain's nostril.

With a heavy sigh, he calmly retracted the Chaos Wings. The World Matrix vanished in an instant, the golden threads retreating back into the emptiness.

A profound silence filled the area.

Cain stared at his hands and squeezed his fists shut. A terrifying, controlled power pulsed beneath his skin.

A look of exhilaration crossed his face.

"At this pace," he murmured, "I will finish the first level in just a week."

Such incredible speed was only possible because his foundation was already at the Early Alpha-Omega Overgod rank. Even so, the potential was breathtaking.

The second level of the World-Thread Tyrant Codex guaranteed enough strength to rip Middle Alpha-Omega Overgods to pieces, and if his plans held, he would achieve that state very soon.