Blood Of Destruction

Chaos diagram

David opened his eyes and found himself standing near Albert once again.

“You used a sword and spear together, hoping for a long-range and surprise attack,” Albert said. “That works when your enemy is weaker, or when you have overwhelming experience. But if your opponent is stronger, you may never get the chance to use that hidden strike. So first, master a single weapon. Trying to swallow everything at once often yields nothing. Choose a spear or sword. Perfect it until the weapon feels like a part of your own body.”

David looked down at his hands, still trembling from the virtual death. He thought of the weight of the spear, the way it felt like an extension of his will. “I will choose the spear.”

“Good,” Albert nodded. “Put the sword away for now. We will start with a spear martial art called Spear of Destruction. It is designed to turn the spear into total annihilation. As your fighting style evolves, you can create your own martial art, even with multiple weapons. But for now, let us walk step by step. Your training will cycle every three months: the virtual arena for combat, and the blood pond for body and soul.”

Albert’s gaze softened for a breath. “You are no longer a discarded boy. You are a successor. Remember that.”

David met his eyes, and something steady kindled inside him. “I will. I’ll train until no one can ignore my presence again.”

Time passed by.

For two years, the secret realm knew only the rhythm of David’s dedication, the clash of his spear in the arena, the silent agony of the blood pond.

Then a tremor rippled through the fabric of the realm. Albert appeared instantly beside the blood pond and saw David bathed in a fearsome, unraveling energy that took even him a moment to identify. It was a law so rare that those who recognized it could be counted among the great powers of existence.

Albert’s voice came out as a whisper, almost reverent. “The Law of Destruction… It is the supreme law. The lord had predicted this would happen.”

 His ancient eyes gleamed with a hope long buried. “Once he cultivates it fully… he will be a tremendous help to the lord. He is our greatest hope. Patience there may be even greater surprises waiting.”

As the enlightenment deepened, a second wave of law surged from within David’s very soul. Space itself bent around him, and spatial fluctuations began to wreathe his body. 

Albert’s composure cracked. “Space law… Two supreme laws in one person, at the same moment. This child…”

David, lost in the torrent of revelation, absorbed everything he could. The law of destruction carved its truth into his consciousness, and then, from the depths of his being, the law of space bloomed as if it had been branded there all along. 

He didn’t understand how it was possible, and his strength wasn’t yet enough to explore the mystery, but he seized the rare opportunity the universe grants only once. He swam in the space law without hesitation. Even the Domain formed in his surroundings as the law was storming in his body.

When the storm of laws finally subsided, Albert appeared directly before him, his voice urgent. “How did it go? Did you obtain a law diagram?”

David opened his eyes, and even he felt the shift within. His cultivation had broken through to the Domain Realm. “I could have absorbed more, but I did get a chaos law diagram.”

“That is enough,” Albert said, exhaling a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. “Now you must follow the chaos law diagram to recognize all the laws within it. Come. It is time you entered the monument room. We will run the diagram and see which laws you must comprehend.”

David followed him, his heart pounding. He had heard that the human headquarters kept many law monuments, but only the strongest or most gifted geniuses chosen by the top powers could ever access them. His mother and little sister lived there.

 His sister had been born with an innate law-recognition ability, they said. He had never even seen her face, only overheard clan elders talking. A cold thought crept in: maybe his mother never cared because of his lack of talent. He shook the memory away. That was the past. He was no longer that boy.

He refocused just as they entered the monument room. Law flowed everywhere like a living river. In the center stood the monument, humming with the presence of three thousand laws, from the most inferior to the supreme.

Albert’s voice cut through his awe. “Before you begin meditation, release all pressure and fatigue. Let nothing distract you. Here, all three thousand laws reside. First, focus on the pattern of the chaos diagram, but if other laws reach out to you, do not resist them. They may serve you in the future.”

He handed David a new technique through a touch to the forehead. “This is a movement art: Space Flow. It uses space law to increase speed, and with deeper comprehension, it can even become the Blade of Space. For your destructive power, you already have the Spear of Destruction; it too will grow with your law of destruction.”

David took a long breath, centering himself, and approached the monument. He activated the chaos diagram and a grand map of 108 patterns unfolded in his mind. The first 33 were tied to space law. Beyond that, though he could not yet fully grasp it, he sensed time law intertwined  something far beyond him now. The law of destruction revealed a single, vast map-like pattern that also wove in threads of space. This was his path.

“I see it,” he murmured, and Albert saw the fire of a true seeker in his eyes. “Every pattern… It's a step. I’ll walk all of them.”

And so David immersed himself in the trinity of cultivation: combat, body tempering, and law comprehension.

Five years passed like water.

David sat at the dining table, now twenty years old. Seven years had vanished since he first crawled into this realm, a broken boy with not a drop of blood to his name. Now he was a warrior at the peak of the World Master Realm, just a small step from entering an immortal realm.

 His bloodline gene level had soared to nine thousand times  a terrifying power that left him nearly unmatched below immortality. In space law, he had comprehended ten patterns in five years, a staggering achievement. Destruction law was slower, with only two patterns comprehended, but each one deepened the lethal darkness that now clung to his attacks.

Space Flow had become a part of him; in close combat he could shift across short distances in the blink of an eye. The Blade of Space still lay beyond him, but he could summon small shards of space  fragments that drained his energy yet held lethal sharpness. Spear of Destruction, with the two destruction patterns and a newfound comprehension of darkness law, allowed him to shroud his strikes in a darkness that devoured light and life alike.

That morning, Albert’s tone was different. He spoke with deliberate gravity. “David, we will leave the secret realm.”

David set down his utensil. “Leave?” A cold knot tightened in his stomach.

“Staying here will make you powerful,” Albert said, “but it can never teach you the deepest lessons. You must understand the core meaning of life, not just practice. So next, you will go to the battlefield, where different races fight for survival. Allies and enemies will blur. You must learn whom to trust and whom to fear. My role will now be to protect you only in life-and-death crises. I need to replenish my strength, so do not wake me lightly.”

David’s hands curled into fists beneath the table.

“The secret realm has established a connection with your body since the blood refinement. You can summon it within you and retreat here if you are truly in danger. As for your identity: your face has changed greatly in seven years. Your blood was drained before, so blood intuition will not track you. Your soul has transformed. If someone stronger attacks you, I will still be here. So prepare yourself mentally. We will leave soon.”

A long silence stretched between them. David finally spoke, his voice quieter than he intended. “I thought… I’d have more time before facing the outside. But you’re right. I can’t hide forever.”

He stood, the anxiety in his eyes slowly being replaced by resolve. “I’ll get ready.”

David combed through every space ring, searching for what he could use in the human territories. He pulled out a dark, triangular S-class spaceship  brand new.

 It was a wise choice; an SSS-class vessel would draw greedy eyes, and a mere World Master Realm warrior riding such a treasure is a walking target.

The S-class spaceship will mark him as a young master of some powerful family, enough to deter casual trouble without inviting the truly dangerous. He imprinted his soul mark on the ship, feeling it respond to his will.

“I’ll call you Shadow Wing,” he said softly, running a hand over its hull.

For armor, he chose an A-grade battle suit. S-grade and above were still too taxing for World Master Realm use. He pricked his finger, let a drop of blood fall onto the armor box, and a sleek dark armor with red stripes flowed over his body like liquid, fitting perfectly. It could appear or vanish with a mere thought, a comfort he sorely needed.

Then he gathered several unmarked universal bank cards lifelines he had discovered among the rings. He had never owned a single coin before, never left his planet. These cards, filled with unknown wealth from the dead, would let him travel without selling the rare treasures he had harvested.

As he worked, Albert watched from the doorway. “You are thorough. That will keep you alive.”

David turned, a faint smile on his lips. “I promised you I’d grow strong enough to learn the truth. I’m not going to die on some nameless battlefield before then.”

Albert’s ancient face softened. “Then let’s start your journey, and remember you are not alone.”

David strapped the last space ring to his finger, the weight of the past and future pressing equally on his young shoulders. Outside, the secret realm stood silent, as if holding its breath. Tomorrow, the real journey will begin.