Before the betrayal, before the system, before the chaos...
Kael Draven stood alone at the edge of the Astral Throne battlefield.
An army of Immortal Emperors bore down upon him. Not mortals. Not cultivators. Not sect warriors.
Immortals.
Thousands of transcendent beings shimmered above the battlefield—dripping with eternal aura, wielding heaven-tier relics, surrounded by golden celestial law runes. They were the Immortal Architects. Rulers of the Upper Heavens. Guardians of balance.
And he was just a man.
A man who had slaughtered thirty-three Immortal Realms.
A man who had erased a reality bubble to punish a prophecy.
A man who had broken fate once already.
"Kael Draven," one of the Immortal Architects intoned, their voice echoing through ten dimensions. "You were meant to enforce balance. Not defile it."
Kael stood atop a shattered altar, his long crimson coat fluttering, a jagged greatsword strapped to his back like a coffin.
"Balance? Is that what you call slavery with better PR?"
"You turned the Spirit Constellation into a weapon! You annihilated a timeline to avoid a duel! You broke the reincarnation cycle!"
Kael smiled. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
The sky quaked.
The air howled with immortal killing intent.
"Execute him."
They descended.
Slaughter
Kael blurred.
He didn't step forward. He deleted the space between.
With one hand, he caught a halberd thrown from the 8th Immortal Heaven. With the other, he snapped an Immortal's neck—across reverse time.
He soared into the heavens, dragging gravity like a cloak.
The first clash annihilated an empire.
Blood rained from the skies. Screams of spirit beasts tore through the clouds. Golden immortal blood scorched the horizon.
"You dare wield eternity against me? I erased Immortal Kings while drunk."
He spun midair, cleaving through a wing of Immortal Guardians.
[Reality Error: Kael Draven Exceeds Dimensional Processing Speed Limit]
He slammed one Immortal into another, spinning them like a fire wheel before driving them both through a sacred mountain range.
An Immortal Empress conjured the Soul Devourer Bell.
Kael appeared beside her. Unsmiling.
"Cute toy. Die."
He crushed the bell between two fingers. Drove his fist through her chest so clean it left a vacuum.
[Body Count: 99 Immortals. Panties Looted: 4. System Loading...]
He fought for hours.
Until the skies cracked, the land drowned in golden blood, and reality shivered.
Kael stood alone. Breathing calmly. Armor torn. Aura burning.
And still—they came.
The Betrayal
They only stopped when she appeared.
Elandra, First Immortal Architect. Empress of Time. Creator of the Origin Code. The one Kael had once spared.
She floated above the carnage, wrapped in liquid gold, long silver hair flowing, holding a blade forged from pure probability.
"You never knew your place."
Kael met her gaze. Eyes cold. Measuring.
"No. I knew it. I just rejected it."
"You were given a throne among the Immortal Architects. You could've rewritten fate with us. But you chose annihilation."
"I chose freedom."
"Then die in chains."
She raised the Blade of Absolute Finality. It shimmered with the endings of all timelines Kael had refused to obey.
"I trusted you once," Kael murmured. "That was my final flaw."
The Architects activated the Judgment Seal.
Twelve sigils of origin chained Kael's soul inside a collapsing dimensional prism. His bones snapped. His cultivation cracked. His will crushed beneath pure law.
As the blade descended, Kael shut his eyes.
"I regret nothing... except not killing you first."
Rebirth
[ERROR: Undefined Soul Signature Detected]
[Loading… Recompiling Fractured Core…]
[Warning: Authority Level Exceeds Local Reality]
[Supreme Chaos System: Booting…]
He awoke in filth.
His eyes opened to rot.
Cracked bones. Moldy scrolls. Dead dogs. Slime-stained cloth. The scent of piss and old blood.
He was inside a slave's corpse.
A cripple. A sect-servant at the bottom of the Mortal Realm. Destroyed meridians. No talent. No future.
And yet—
[Welcome back, Kael Draven.]
[System Synced.]
[Host Body: Rejected by Heavens. Status: Irredeemable.]
[Correction: Host Soul Overrides Universal Law.]
Kael rose slowly. Each joint screamed.
He stared at his own trembling hand. Then, up at the dim sky.
And he smiled.
"They thought throwing me away would end the story."
"But some stories begin in the trash."
[New Quest: Slaughter Every Surnamed Disciple Before Sunset]
Reward: 1 Technique Slot | +5 Chaos Points | MILF Radar Calibration +1%