Chapter 33: The Singularity of Chaos (1)

Chapter 33: The Singularity of Chaos (1)"It’s you... the Singularity of Chaos." His voice rang out so loudly that Dukes Ashvale, Malvain, and Austin—who stood nearby—heard it clearly. Their expressions froze. Their hearts pounded wildly. "He’s the Singularity of Chaos... how is that possible?!" Duke Ashvale exclaimed, his voice laced with horror. The legendary figure from the Seven Singularities had appeared before them. And that man was none other than the Singularity of Chaos—the strongest among them all. Had he not witnessed it with his own eyes, he would have dismissed it as mere fantasy. "The Singularity of Chaos..." Duke Austin muttered, swallowing hard. That black-cloaked figure was the very man who had once saved the Western Duke’s territory—Valcrest—from destruction. Since then, his name had shone brightly, becoming renowned throughout the Great Velmora Empire. Many had searched for him, each with their own hidden motives. But ever since that incident, he had vanished—until now. And now... the legend stood before them once more, leaving everyone suspended between awe and fear. Not only the four Dukes, but also Ragan and the royal princes were equally stunned by the sight of the Singularity of Chaos hovering in the sky. "Singularity of Chaos..." Ragan’s eyes blazed with ambition and excitement. Ever since the incident in the Western Duke’s territory, he had longed to find this man and bring him into the fold of the Great Velmora Empire. But the figure had vanished without a trace, and Ragan had been forced to bury that ambition deep within. Now, however, the legend had returned—and at the perfect time. With him, they no longer needed to fear the black dragon. "Is that the legendary figure equal to Grandfather?" Adalen’s eyes widened in awe. His grandfather was the Singularity of Light, one of the Seven Singularities. However, he didn’t reside in the Great Velmora Empire but in the Holy Empire of Valtanir. As a result, Adalen rarely met him, much less interacted with him directly. Even so, he clearly remembered their meeting a year ago, when his grandfather had solemnly warned him to never cross one man in this world—the Singularity of Chaos. At the time, Adalen had been puzzled. He hadn’t understood why his grandfather’s expression was so grave or why there was a flicker of fear in his eyes. No further explanation had been given. His grandfather had only said that the Singularity of Chaos was a man who should never be provoked. His power was beyond comprehension. Even now, Adalen could recall the unspoken terror behind his grandfather’s gaze at the mere mention of that name. If I can bring him to my side... wouldn’t victory in the battle for the throne be assured? The thought flickered through his mind, narrowing his eyes as a faint smile curved his lips. His grandfather had only warned him never to offend the Singularity of Chaos—not against befriending him or seeking his help. Adalen was certain that if he could gain the support of the Singularity of Chaos, along with his grandfather’s backing—the Singularity of Light—the throne would be his without question. However, he also knew winning over the Singularity of Chaos would be no easy task—almost impossible. They were strangers, with no bond or connection between them. He also recalled that his father had once tried to lure the Singularity of Chaos to the Empire, but it ended in failure. After the incident in the Western Duke’s territory, the man simply vanished, rendering his father’s plan useless. Most importantly, Adalen was sure he wasn’t the only one harboring such ambitions—his brothers did too. As he glanced at Aldric and Cedric, he noticed their expressions shift ever so slightly into well-hidden, knowing smiles. "Singularity of Chaos!" Zarak’s eyes sparkled with admiration and excitement. If he could win that man to his side, he was absolutely certain he would be next in line for the throne, succeeding his father as Emperor. Of course, he knew it wouldn’t be easy—but it wasn’t impossible either. His grandfather owned the Red Obsidian Trading House, the second wealthiest in the Great Velmora Empire. With that wealth behind him, Zarak was confident he could sway the Singularity of Chaos. Meanwhile, Evalyn and Elina were equally stunned by the appearance of the Singularity of Chaos—their hearts racing so fast it was hard to keep calm. "Singularity of Chaos... It really is him!" Evalyn’s eyes blazed with the fierce light of fanaticism. He was the figure she had longed for day and night. The man who saved the Western Duke’s territory from the catastrophe-level dragon had completely captured her heart. That was the very reason she trained relentlessly and dreamed of becoming stronger—to protect those she cared about. She wanted to be like him—a hero with the power to protect everyone. "Hmm?" Elina furrowed her brows, a strange feeling stirring within her. "Is it just my imagination? Why does it feel so real, as if he’s connected to me by blood?" But she quickly pushed the thought aside. She only had one older brother—Nolan. There was no way someone as powerful as the Singularity of Chaos could be related to her, right? Meanwhile, the Seven Mages of the Constellations struggled to conceal their shock and awe at the sight of the Singularity of Chaos. "He really appeared!" Orion clenched his fists, his fervor burning bright. That man was his idol—the hero he had admired since the day the Duke of Valcrest’s land was invaded by the Catastrophe-level dragon. Now, seeing his idol in person, his spirit surged so strongly that his body trembled slightly. "Singularity of Chaos?" The black dragon’s eyes narrowed with caution. Though it did not dwell within human lands, it recognized certain powerful figures among them—the Singularities. No one knew for sure if all Singularities were truly human or if some belonged to other races, but most believed they were all human. Suddenly, the dragon’s crimson eyes flared sharply, burning with a deadly, overwhelming intent. "Singularity of Chaos... So you’re the one behind the death of the Catastrophe-level Dragon in the Western Empire?" The dragon growled, its voice cold and filled with hatred. The Singularity of Chaos showed a brief flicker of surprise, then relaxed into a playful smile. "Oh? You mean that damn dragon that slaughtered so many humans? Yeah, I killed it." The moment the words left his lips, an eerie silence swept across the area. Suddenly— Boom! A purplish-black aura erupted from the dragon’s body, shaking the surrounding space violently as if it might collapse at any moment. "Bastard! I’ve finally found you! I’ll kill you!" The dragon roared in furious rage. The sky, which had just begun to calm, now rumbled again. Relentless bolts of black lightning tore through the air, engulfing the entire capital in a terrifying, soul-piercing storm. "Damn it! The black dragon is on a rampage!" Draco shouted in horror. The dragon’s aura intensified to a hundred times its previous strength. Draco was certain that if he fought now, death was inevitable. Yet the Singularity of Chaos showed not a hint of fear. He raised his hand, curled his index finger in a casual challenge, and smiled. "Come on, step forward. It’s been a while since I last moved," he said lightly. "And you..." He pointed at the dragon. "Perfect for a warm-up bag."