CHAPTER 56: CHAPTER 56: LET’S SEEK CHAOS, SHALL WE?

Chapter 56 – Let’s seek chaos, shall we?

They say that when you love someone so deeply that it surpasses a certain threshold, you develop a kind of instinct for them.

Like how you suddenly feel bad for no reason—only to later find out that the person you love was going through something.

It’s the kind of thing most would scoff at. After all, it sounded unbelievable. But in a world of magic, where impossibility bends under the weight of will...

Maybe it’s not so crazy.

Because right now, there was a certain black-haired girl with deep red eyes standing in the middle of a destroyed training ground with an overwhelming urge to kill.

Daela Warborn.

Clad in her usual tight black training suit that clung to her athletic figure, Daela stood surrounded by chaos. The training field was in complete shambles— walls cracked, the ground scorched with sword marks, puppets mangled, their control cores shattered completely.

Nothing was left intact. Nothing.

But despite the destruction, Daela wasn’t satisfied.

’What’s happening to me?’ she wondered, confused. She didn’t understand this sensation. This violent itch beneath her skin, this unbearable craving to cut something down.

To kill something. Anything.

It wasn’t new. No. Daela had always felt something similar—every time a woman got too close to her little brother, Kaden.

Pause.

She tilted her head slightly, her face blank and void of expression. Her red eyes glowed faintly with killing intent—but also... with realization.

If she was right...

’Kaden... with a girl?’

It was the only explanation. The only thing that ever stirred this strong feeling of killing intent within her.

The moment that thought fully settled in her mind, her red aura began to surge. It wasn’t chaotic—it was focused, sharp, suffocating. If someone had been standing nearby, they might’ve dropped to their knees from the sheer pressure alone.

It was that strong.

Just then, a knock echoed.

The doors opened, and Sana stepped into the training ground.

One look at the wreckage—and Daela’s aura—and she knew.

’Fuck. Not again.’ Sana cursed inwardly, her mind already running contingency plans.

"My lady—"

"Sana."

Shudder—!

The sound of Daela’s voice made Sana instinctively flinch.

’Yeah. It’s serious this time.’ she realized.

"Yes," she said quickly, bowing her head.

Long silence.

Then Daela spoke again, still with her back turned.

"Sana... I hope you managed to find Kaden."

Sana swallowed and answered fast, "Yes! Our people tracked him he’s in the Empire."

"Did they make contact?"

"No. Just like you instructed, we only observed from a distance."

Daela paused.

"Was he close to someone?"

Her tone was calm. Too calm. It was the kind of cold that could make hell freeze over.

Sana hesitated. But hesitation was a death sentence with Daela, so—

"They... they said the heiress of the Elamin was close to him."

No sword strike came.

No explosion. No voice.

Just... stillness.

But in Daela’s mind?

Chaos.

’The Thornspire... now The Elamin? Do they think my brother is some prize to be claimed?’

Her red aura flared again—then receded. She took a breath.

If that’s how they thought? Then they’d be in for a surprise.

"Make contact. And give him the information."

She paused.

"Tell him he better come back fast."

"Otherwise... next time, he’ll be unconscious for a very, very long time."

’That way, you won’t get the chance to even look at another girl.’

Sana lowered her head deeply.

"Yes, my lady."

Then she vanished in a flash—running as if her life depended on it.

Daela stood still for a second.

Then—

"Chain Echoes."

BOOOOOOMMMMM—!!

A cascade of invisible sword strikes—each one with different styles, rhythms, power levels—slashed through the air and tore apart what was left of the training ground. It collapsed into dust and debris in seconds.

When the smoke cleared, only Daela remained—untouched in the center.

She turned, her twin swords fading into the void, and walked forward.

A Warborn guard spotted her and bowed deeply.

"Greetings, my lady."

Daela didn’t stop.

"Tell my mother I need another training ground."

And then she disappeared.

The guard looked at the destruction behind her, then sighed.

"Before I die honorably on a battlefield... I’ll die from a damn heart attack because of this monster."

And with that, he walked off—to deliver the message to the monster’s mother.

"...Fuck."

...

Back in Fokay—

Morning came.

The sunlight of the Empire poured through the windows like liquid gold, illuminating the capital. The warmth, the brightness—it gently pulled Kaden from his sleep.

He rose from bed, slow but deliberate.

Soon he was sitting at the edge of his bed, fingers locked under his chin—the position he always took when deep in thought.

And today, there was much to think about.

He had taken a mission from the Tycoon’s Merchants. The time limit was one month.

So, he had time.

But Kaden had no intention of wasting time.

He had already bought every artifact he could afford—everything he thought he might need.

He was ready.

And as if on cue—

DING!

[You have received a quest.]

[Quest: First Mission]

[Description: You have taken your first step into this world, Fokay. Succeed in the best way possible.]

[Rewards: Depends on performance.]

[Penalty: -500 Death Coins.]

Kaden read it calmly.

He wasn’t surprised. By now, he was beginning to recognize the pattern behind these quests.

"Truly, what a wonderful thing," he murmured.

One mission. Two sets of rewards.

And let’s not forget Kenan, who, by his own stupidity, would soon gift Kaden 1000 gold coins.

And with that same encounter, the system had also given him the opportunity to gain Death Coins and Stat Points through the "Daring Challenge."

Kaden’s grin widened.

He was... grateful.

"Really... I might actually get used to this."

Because if death and chaos gave him power?

Then maybe the path forward wasn’t about restraint.

Maybe he had to stir the pot.

Maybe he had to court disaster itself.

And at that thought, Kaden’s grin sharpened.

"A troublemaker, huh?"

He liked the sound of that.

—End of Chapter 56—