Original Legendary Technique: Primordial Chaos Domain
Reality screamed.
The Domain manifested not as structured environment, but as concentrated impossibility given form. Within its boundaries—expanding rapidly to encompass a thirty-kilometer radius—natural law became optional suggestions.
Fire and Ice coexisted in the same space. Light and Shadow merged into something neither bright nor dark. Time accelerated and decelerated simultaneously in different zones. Space folded, expanded, compressed, and inverted randomly. Gravity pointed in impossible directions—sideways, upward, inward toward nothing. Matter oscillated between solid, liquid, gas, and plasma states unpredictably.
And at the center of it all—chaos. Pure, undiluted, entropic chaos that unmade everything it touched.
The sky above turned into a swirling vortex of impossible colors—hues that shouldn't exist in normal spectrum. Lightning struck upward from the ground into the clouds. Rain fell in reverse. The very fabric of the Rift's dimensional space began tearing, creating visible rifts that showed glimpses of the void between dimensions.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Space itself shattered across the entire region. Not metaphorically—literally. Black fractures spread through reality like cracks in glass, each one revealing absolute nothingness beyond. The dimensional barriers separating the Rift from normal space began failing.
Kaelith's Frozen Time Prison made contact with the Primordial Chaos Domain.
It lasted three seconds.
Then simply dissolved. Not destroyed. Not overpowered. Unmade at the conceptual level as chaos converted order back into primordial possibility.
The ice constructs broke down into water, which became steam, which became plasma, which became quantum foam, which became nothing. The time distortion unwound chaotically, creating zones where time ran backward or stopped entirely. The spatial rigidity shattered, leaving gravitational anomalies floating in mid-air. The absolute cold dispersed into temperature gradients that ranged from stellar-core heat to absolute zero within meters of each other.
"My Frozen Time Prison..." Kaelith whispered in horror.
But worse was coming. The Primordial Chaos Domain continued expanding—thirty kilometers, forty kilometers, fifty kilometers—consuming everything.
Where it passed, volcanic rock became crystal, which became liquid metal, which became exotic matter with impossible properties. Hills and mountains simply stopped existing, their mass converted into energy that fed the chaos. The dimensional fabric tore completely in dozens of locations, creating permanent scars in reality itself.
The Tier 1 Abyssal Rift was transforming into something else—a Forbidden Zone where natural law no longer applied consistently. A place where warriors below Tier 7 would die from simple exposure to the environmental chaos.
Kaelith stared in absolute horror, her ice-blue eyes wide with disbelief. His Domain... it's not just powerful. It's fundamentally wrong. It shouldn't be possible to synchronize that many contradictory Intents. The backlash alone should tear him apart!
How is he doing this?!
She didn't know about the Eternal Cosmos Cultivation Scripture—the Divine-Grade technique that treated his body as a self-contained universe capable of containing infinite contradictions.
Desperately, Kaelith's consciousness reached for her ultimate technique—the pinnacle of everything she'd learned across a previous lifetime.
Ice Intent. Space Intent. Time Intent. Gravity Intent. Light Intent. Shadow Intent. Wind Intent. Thunder Intent.
Eight different Intents synchronized—every single one she'd mastered to peak comprehension.
Legendary Technique: Ice God Domain
The world changed.
The chaos parted—not defeated, but pushed aside by overwhelming conceptual authority. Within a twenty-kilometer radius, Kaelith imposed her absolute will.
The environment transformed into her ideal—an arctic apocalypse that made the earlier frozen landscape look temperate. Icebergs kilometers tall erupted from the ground with such force they created localized earthquakes measuring 8.0 on the Richter scale. The temperature dropped so low that the air itself began crystallizing, creating a glittering fog of solid nitrogen and oxygen.
But it wasn't just environmental manipulation. The Domain imposed fundamental rules.
Within its boundaries: Temperature could not rise above -273°C (absolute zero). All kinetic energy was reduced by 99%. Time flowed at 5% normal rate. Space was locked—no teleportation possible. Gravity increased exponentially toward the center. Light froze in place, creating stationary photons. Shadows became solid matter.
And the entire Domain was alive—responding to threats automatically, adapting its defenses, learning from failed attacks.
Countless ice constructs manifested—not dozens or hundreds, but millions. Each one glowed with concentrated Intent, harder than diamond, moving with coordinated precision that suggested hive-mind intelligence.
They attacked as one.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The impacts were continuous—literally millions of strikes per second, each one powerful enough to level buildings. The cumulative force approached nuclear weapon yields every few seconds.
The ground didn't just shake—it liquefied from the seismic stress. Massive fissures opened, some of them kilometers deep and wide enough to swallow city blocks. Magma erupted in dozens of locations, only to be instantly frozen into obsidian statues. The dimensional barriers throughout the region began collapsing completely.
The battle had transcended Tier 6 capabilities entirely. The destructive output now registered solidly at Tier 7—Master-level combat that should have been impossible for warriors below LV60.
Kaelith maintained the assault from the Domain's center, her arms spread wide, every blood vessel in her body bursting from the strain. This was her absolute limit—the technique that had allowed her to fight King-Tier warriors in her previous life.
There's no way anyone survives this! Not even...
"MAGNIFICENT!"
Vaelor's shout echoed across the chaos, carrying genuine joy and excitement rather than pain or fear.
His form became visible at the assault's center—not defending, but experiencing. His Absolute Insight was operating beyond its normal limits, processing the Domain's structure at a speed that made time seem to stop.
I see it! I understand completely!
Domains aren't just Intent synchronization—they're consciousness imposition on reality itself! The practitioner's will becomes physical law within the affected space!
She's using her regressor knowledge to create pseudo-Law effects without actually comprehending Laws. Brilliant workaround!
But I can do better.
His consciousness expanded to encompass the entire battlefield—both her Ice God Domain and his own Primordial Chaos Domain. He observed how they interacted, how they competed for spatial authority, how they tried to overwrite each other's imposed rules.
And in that observation, he achieved perfect comprehension.
The Primordial Chaos Domain evolved.
No longer just entropic randomness. Now it carried purpose. The chaos became directed, controlled, weaponized.
All sixteen of his Intents didn't just clash—they performed a cosmic dance where contradiction became synergy. Fire and Ice reinforced each other through extreme temperature differentials that generated unlimited energy. Light and Shadow merged into something beyond both. Space and Time wove together into space-time manipulation. All the elemental and conceptual Intents synchronized into a unified whole that treated the universe as raw material to be reshaped.
The enhanced Primordial Chaos Domain expanded explosively—engulfing Kaelith's Ice God Domain completely.
And this time, there was no dissolution. No unmaking.
The Primordial Chaos Domain consumed the Ice God Domain, absorbing its structure, incorporating its principles, learning from its design—and then improving upon it.
Within five seconds, Kaelith's Domain had been completely assimilated. The ice constructs became part of the chaos. The imposed rules were overwritten. The environmental control was subsumed.
And the Primordial Chaos Domain continued expanding—fifty kilometers, eighty kilometers, a hundred kilometers.
The entire central region of the Tier 1 Abyssal Rift had been transformed into a Forbidden Zone. A place where reality was negotiable. A region that would persist long after the battle ended, becoming a permanent scar on the dimensional fabric.
Battle Power Assessment:
Vaelor's Original Body (Main Body at Home):
Base Stats (LV3, Foundation Establishment 2nd Stage):
Physical Strength: 9,247 Strength: 9,247 Speed: 9,247 Spirit: 9,247
Multipliers & Power Calculation:
Limit Break (Passive): 10x multiplier
Effective Base Stats: 92,470 each
Eternal Cosmos Cultivation Scripture (Divine-Grade): 1000% bonus (11x total)
After cultivation bonus: 1,017,170
Intent Mastery (16 Peak-Level Intents):
Each Intent at Level 9 provides ~50% multiplication when active All 16 synchronized: ~8x combat multiplier After Intent synergy: 8,137,360
EX-Rank Talent Bonuses (3 Talents):
Primordial Inferno Concept: Fire attacks +300%, purification Infinite Momentum Concept: Speed +500%, kinetic force +400% Eternal Shadow Dominion: Shadow manipulation, perfect concealment Combined talent multiplier: ~3.5x After talent bonuses: 28,480,760
Martial Techniques & Domain:
Vibrational Force: +50% damage, defense bypass Primordial Chaos Domain: Reality manipulation advantage All techniques synchronized: ~2.5x After technique bonuses: 71,201,900
Equipment: Crimson Vambraces (minor at this level): ~1.02x
Final Standard Combat Power: ~72,600,000
Combat Power Tiers:
Conservative (partial activation): ~25,000,000 (Peak Tier 7) Standard Combat (most active): ~50,000,000 (Low Tier 8) Full Power (everything synced): ~72,600,000 (Mid Tier 8) Absolute Maximum (Near-death 30x Limit Break): ~217,800,000+ (Peak Tier 8 approaching Tier 9)
Shadow Clone (60% Capacity):
Note: Clone possesses only 60% of original's energy potency. This means:
Base stats reduced to 60%: 55,482 effective after Limit Break All multipliers remain same, but starting from reduced base Conservative Combat: ~15,000,000 (Low Tier 7) Standard Combat: ~30,000,000 (Mid Tier 7) Full Power: ~43,560,000 (Peak Tier 7) Near-Death State: ~130,680,000 (Low Tier 8)
The 60% energy potency means clone must push significantly harder (67% more effort) to achieve impacts matching original body's casual output. This explains the aggressive combat style and willingness to use more dangerous techniques.
Kaelith Frostborn (Regressor, Multiple SS-Rank Talents):
Estimated Battle Power:
Ice God Domain Active: ~35,000,000 (Peak Tier 7) Absolute Maximum: ~50,000,000+ (Low Tier 8)
Note: In her previous life, reached King-Tier (LV100+). Current body at LV3 limits her, but regressor knowledge allows techniques far beyond her level.
Battle Classification: Both combatants demonstrated Tier 7 to Tier 8 destructive capacity—something requiring minimum LV60-70 under normal circumstances. The clone's full-power output of ~43 million battle power, combined with Kaelith's ~35-50 million range, created the apocalyptic devastation witnessed.
Kaelith stared in absolute horror as her ultimate technique—her strongest ability, her greatest pride—was simply absorbed and surpassed.
My Domain... everything I learned... just... gone?
Consumed and improved?
This isn't just losing. This is being completely outclassed at a fundamental level.
Vaelor walked toward her through the chaos—his enhanced Domain parting around his form like a protective cocoon. His golden eyes still blazed with rainbow light, still analyzing, still learning.
He stopped ten meters away. The destructive chaos swirled around them both, but neither was harmed—existing within the eye of a conceptual storm.
"Your Ice God Domain was magnificent," he said with genuine respect and gratitude. "Thank you for demonstrating it. I learned invaluable principles about Domain construction, Intent synchronization, and reality imposition that I never would have discovered independently."
His hand rose, not in violence but in acknowledgment.
"This battle is over. You've lost."
Those words—delivered with calm finality, without mockery or cruelty—shattered Kaelith's spirit completely.
I lost.
The Ice Empress who reached King-Tier... lost to a peer who hasn't even reached Tier 1 officially.
All my knowledge from a previous lifetime. All my accumulated comprehension. My SS-Rank talents. My legendary techniques. Everything...
Meaningless before this anomaly.
Her mind couldn't process the reality. The cognitive dissonance was too extreme. In her previous life, she'd been invincible among peers—one of the youngest to reach King-Tier in recorded history.
Yet here, now, this impossibility had surpassed her so completely there was no comparison.
Unable to bear the psychological shock—her purpose as savior shattered, her pride as empress destroyed, her confidence as regressor obliterated—darkness crept into her vision.
Blood continued streaming from every orifice. Her meridians were burned beyond recovery from a single battle. Her consciousness was fragmenting from maintaining techniques beyond her current capacity.
She swayed once.
Twice.
Then consciousness fled as her mind chose oblivion over accepting the impossible truth.
She collapsed forward, falling like a broken doll.
Vaelor caught her reflexively, preventing impact. Her slight weight settled against his chest, unconscious face peaceful despite the blood staining it.
"Academy Beauty Kaelith," he said softly. "You really couldn't handle losing, could you?"
No response. She was genuinely unconscious—her body and mind having reached absolute limits.
Vaelor sighed, carefully repositioning her onto his back. The pleasant scent of magnolia and residual ice-element energy surrounded him.
"Can't just leave you here in this chaos..."
He began walking through the Primordial Chaos Domain, which recognized its creator and parted obediently. Behind them, the devastated battlefield told the story of a clash that had permanently scarred reality itself.
The central region—spanning over a hundred kilometers—was now a Forbidden Zone. Space fractures remained visible as black cracks in the air. Gravitational anomalies floated randomly. Temperature gradients ranged from stellar heat to absolute zero. Time flowed at inconsistent rates in different areas.
It would take decades—perhaps centuries—for reality to heal these wounds. And some scars would never fully fade.
Meanwhile some minute ago - Rift Entrance, 50+ Kilometers Away
"FULL EVACUATION! ALL PERSONNEL RETREAT IMMEDIATELY!"
The garrison commander screamed orders, his professional composure completely shattered. Seismic monitors showed readings that shouldn't be possible—localized earthquakes approaching 9.0 magnitude, dimensional stability at 23% and dropping, spatial integrity failures across the entire central region.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING IN THERE?!"
Hunters streamed through the exit portal in complete panic, many abandoning equipment's just to lessen their weight in their desperate flight.
"Tier 7 Warriors!"
"No—maybe Tier 8!"
"The entire center zone is collapsing! Reality itself is breaking down!"
"FORBIDDEN ZONE! It's becoming a permanent Forbidden Zone!"
Nobody stopped to investigate. Everyone ran.
And tales spread rapidly—of apocalyptic combat between entities of incomprehensible power, of Master-level destructive capacity that reshaped landscapes, of a region that would never be safe again.
None would ever believe the truth: those "Tier 7 entities" were two high school students on their first official dungeon dive.
One of whom was now unconscious on the other's back, having learned the cruelest lesson possible—
That in some timelines, there exist anomalies so profound they render even a regressor's advantages meaningless.
TO BE CONTINUED...