The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2088: Alpha–Omega Overgod Body Refinement Technique

Ikmael understood the meaning behind his master’s silent glance. Without a word, he vanished in a ripple of light—space bending around him—and returned only seconds later. In his hand, he held a small, heart-shaped stone.

At first glance, it seemed ordinary: dull gray, no bigger than a fist. But as one’s gaze lingered, a subtle radiance began to rise from within, like starlight trapped under stone. Lines of ancient runes glimmered faintly across its surface, countless and intricate, pulsing as if alive.

"This," Tiramisu said, her voice smooth but solemn, "is an Alpha–Omega Overgod Body Refinement Technique—the Astra-Vajra Heartwork. It enables the practitioner’s physical strength to surpass the limits of their cultivation base. If you take full advantage of the opportunities your time in the landmasses will offer, you will be able to cultivate it quickly."

Cain’s eyes widened. The mere mention of a technique of such caliber was staggering. Yet confusion flickered in his gaze at Tiramisu’s final words.

Without wasting time, he accepted the heart-shaped relic with reverence and bowed deeply to Tiramisu. Then, focusing his mind, he sent his consciousness into the artifact.

Immediately, the principles of the Astra-Vajra Heartwork unfolded before his inner sight—vast, precise, and breathtakingly cruel. In that instant, Tiramisu’s words made perfect sense.

To begin the first level, he would need to claim the heart of an Early Archdeity, then transmute it into a Living Glyph using the method encoded within the technique. Once engraved into his own heart, the Glyph would hunger for blood and souls. Feeding it would cause runes to bloom like veins throughout his body, etching micro-sigils into bone and tendon, seeding the marrow with power. As these runes spread, his muscles would thicken, his sinews harden, and his strength would grow to the point where he could shatter Early Archdeity armor with his bare hands.

When the first layer was complete, he could forge a second Living Glyph using the heart of a Middle Archdeity, layering the constructs one atop another like a living architecture. With each level, his body would edge closer to divinity itself.

Cain’s lips curved slightly as he understood.

"The first and second levels will not help me much," he mused. "My Neo-Demon Body has already reached that strength on its own. But if I complete the third level..."

His eyes gleamed with a predatory light. "Then even Peak Archdeity armor will crumble under my fists."

The thought sent a thrill through him, and his grin deepened as his mind reached the final revelation within the Heartwork.

"If I master the fourth and final layer," he thought, "my body alone will be capable of breaking the flesh of Alpha–Omega Overgods."

The image filled his mind, and his blood roared in his veins. For a moment, he could almost feel it. But then his excitement tempered as he read the requirement for the final stage.

To forge the ultimate Living Glyph, he would need the heart of an Alpha–Omega Overgod itself.

He exhaled softly, the corner of his mouth twisting into something between amusement and resolve. "One step at a time," he murmured.

With that, he stored the relic away and bowed again, gratitude and determination shining in equal measure.

Tiramisu nodded in satisfaction, then turned her attention toward Meylin. "Young one," she said gently, "I can see that you are cultivating the Oneiric Truth and the Sin of Wrath. You should remain here for now. I will help you refine them."

Meylin blinked, taken aback. She had not expected such an offer. She did not doubt Tiramisu’s power—anyone could feel the resonance of Wrath emanating from her aura—but Meylin had planned to accompany Cain to the battlefields.

Her intent had been to use her Depravity Possession to devour and assimilate the souls of warriors who had mastered the Oniric Truth of Wrath, deepening her resonance through conquest. She had intended to do so in the Second Realm, but the war for the Natural Inheritance had disrupted her plans.

Before she could answer, Tiramisu spoke again, her tone kind yet warning. "Devouring the souls of others is a useful and effective method to grow stronger, but it is not without cost. Purity of soul and essence is vital to a True Depravita when breaking into the rank of an Alpha–Omega Overgod. You have already accumulated a few... faint impurities. During our training, I will help you cleanse them."

Meylin’s eyes widened, surprise giving way to alarm. She glanced inward, probing her soul, but felt nothing unusual. Yet she saw no falsehood in Tiramisu’s gaze. It wasn’t carelessness that had caused it—she had simply been following a path too similar to Cain’s, and unlike the Neo-Demon line, the True Depravita did not thrive on devouring others indefinitely.

Her hesitation dissolved. She clasped her hands together and bowed deeply. "Thank you, Lady Tiramisu. I will do my best to learn everything you wish to teach me."

A soft smile curved across Tiramisu’s lips. "Good."

Then, finally, she turned her attention to the last of the trio. Her expression grew faintly regretful as she met the Enlightened One’s calm eyes.

"I have no means to assist your path of peace and harmony," she admitted. "However, you are free to explore the Library and Armory. Take any treasure or technique that you find useful."

The Enlightened One bowed slightly. He had not expected such generosity. Unlike Cain and Meylin, he bore no direct connection to the Demon King. Still, he understood what this gesture meant.

Tiramisu was not merely showing kindness; she was investing in them. Each of them would play a role in the coming expedition into the Scarlet King’s Sacred Dimension, and the stronger they were, the greater the Life Path’s chances of success.

Not that it mattered. Power was power. The trio saw no reason to question it. As the saying went—do not look a gift horse in the mouth.

If Tiramisu wanted them stronger, they would become stronger.

Moments later, the meeting dispersed. The Enlightened One departed for the Library, his robes trailing faint luminescence. Meylin remained behind with Tiramisu, her aura already beginning to ripple with the first signs of Wrath’s harmonization.

Cain lingered only a moment longer within the Heart of Sin, then stepped out and flashed to the landmass. His eyes were sharp as he was determined to use every second to grow stronger. His instincts warned him that he would need it when he met the Crimson Exarch.