Chapter 1825 Confrontation [5]

Chapter 1825 Confrontation [5]

Whatever Eximus' story was in the past, it was clear that he had been too corrupted by Chaos for any of that to matter. The entire story about his daughter had to be a lie since he didn't know anything about it, and the rest of his reasoning was just nonsense from the start.

"So, the gist of it is that you think the world order is wrong and you want to bring chaos. Cool. Who cares?" Damien said, turning to face Eximus.

"Basically, you're an easily influenceable person who was corrupted by Chaos and used as a vessel to do everything you've done. In fact, I'm starting to realize why I didn't recognize you as a projection from the start."

Damien scoffed. "You're all that's left of Eximus' ego. The body has already been taken over by Chaos."

It made sense. Eximus may have been feared in the past, but that was when he still had a proper state of mind. He was probably able to commit countless atrocities under the banner of Chaos, serving it as his God.

However, with the passing of time and the containment in this isolated space, that version of Eximus vanished. From the start, he was only chosen because it was easy to mold his beliefs. Chaos abandoned him when he ran out of use, stole his body, and used it to plot out everything that Damien had been chasing so far.

To say he had been thoroughly fooled was wrong, but he hadn't grasped the entire picture from what he investigated.

Nevertheless, it didn't change much.

"Eximus, you're a pathetic guy, you know that? You're one of those people who has delusions of grandeur without a single ounce of ambition. Some fortune landed in your hands and you suddenly became bold, but that's not who you are and that was never who you were."

Damien walked towards the monk, whose entire demeanor changed when Damien started talking.

His insecurity even from their previous conversation was enough to prove everything Damien said correct, but his current state was the final nail in the coffin.

At the end of the day, the reputation Eximus built for himself was constructed on a foundation of lies.

All of his deeds were also the doing of Chaos and Chaos alone.

Nothing and nobody had terrorized this island like Chaos had. It was as if the Spiritual God wanted to make sure that its record and reputation were never surpassed.

So, though Damien only said it jokingly...

'I guess I really am being led around by Chaos. I should be prepared to fight a Spiritual God, not a madman.'

Damien was given a reason to hurry and find a way out of the containment unit. If he was tracking Chaos, then it was definitely going to be more difficult than he originally expected. However, since the body still belonged to Eximus, it at least wasn't impossible anymore. "Wait! What are you doing?! Do you know who I am?! I am Eximus! Eximus, the ruler of Chaos!"

He had to think out his decisions and move methodically. He had to stay focused on only the goal at hand and do only things that would work towards said goal.

He couldn't have that same attitude of walking the line between life and death with a smile on his face anymore.

'But I can't forget it.'

Even if he became a truly untouchable entity, he could never forget that part of him that was absolutely confident in everything he did.

'It's not a matter of chance in this fight.'

Especially when Nonexistence was his chosen combat method, chance didn't exist.

As long as he had the mind to compete against the Spiritual God, he could take it down.

'Okay.'

He placed his hand on the containment unit and let a pulse of power run through it. With that motion alone, the containment unit shattered.

'I've done enough thinking. I just have to flawlessly execute now.'

He had to kill Chaos.

Neither doubt nor uncertainty would stop him anymore.

Not after he'd come this far.

***

And so, a night passed. The artificial sun signaled the start of a new day, and more importantly, the start of a huge event on the third island. The crowd was already packed into the arena. Hundreds of thousands of people watched in person, while millions more watched through broadcasts. The announcements had already passed. The anticipation levels in the stadium were too high for the announcers to interrupt. They merely introduced the two people who were preparing to fight and got ready to make the call.

Damien and the Dragon Lord looked at each other from across the battleground.

The final moment to decide whether this event would end in blessing or catastrophe had come.