NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 33: The Song of Chaos
The crystalline world was turning against them. The very ground became a weapon, erupting in forests of razor-sharp crystal spires. The air grew thick and heavy, threatening to solidify around them and lock them in an eternal, glassy prison. The faint, musical chime of the planet had become a single, monotonous, oppressive hum—the frequency of petrification.
Weaver-Prime-Six, the Diamond God, did not need to move. It was the heart of the world, and the world was its body.
Alpha and Zeta stood back-to-back, deflecting shards of crystal that flew at them like bullets. "Lord Shadow, Lord Monarch," Alpha called out, her voice strained. "Our attacks are meaningless here!"
The Weaver of Order's voice echoed in their minds, devoid of emotion, filled with the cold certainty of a mathematical proof.
"Preserved? Like a bug in amber?" Cid scoffed. "What a dreadfully boring fate!" He turned to Jin-woo, a wild, brilliant idea forming in his mind, born from the perfect fusion of his chuunibyou soul and tactical genius.
Jin-woo's eyes widened slightly as he understood the insane logic.
It was the same core strategy they had used against the Grand Weaver in his dimension, but on a planetary scale.
"Alpha! Zeta!" Cid commanded aloud. "Forget organized attacks! I want you to fight with passion! With flair! Be unpredictable! Dance! Sing! Let your battle be a work of chaotic art!"
The two Shades, though confused, trusted their master implicitly. Alpha abandoned her precise, efficient sword forms and began to move with a wild, flowing grace, her blade weaving intricate patterns in the air that served no tactical purpose but were breathtakingly beautiful. Zeta, the silent assassin, began to incorporate acrobatic flips and impossible leaps into her movements, her daggers a flurry of chaotic, untraceable motion.
Their fighting styles, now infused with "pointless" artistic flair, became harder for the Weaver's orderly constructs to predict.
Now, for the main performers.
"Jin-woo, my friend," Cid said, a grin spreading across his face. "I require an army. But not your knights. Not your stoic elites. Give me your most chaotic, most unruly, most undisciplined soldiers. Give me the goblins. The orcs. The beasts. Give me the mob!"
Jin-woo understood. He didn't just summon a legion. He opened a floodgate. From a massive shadow portal, a tide of his most primitive and feral soldiers poured forth. Goblins screeching, high orcs roaring war cries, massive shadow bears swatting at crystals, and at their head, the berserker queen herself, Delta, unleashed from her leash and howling with pure, unrestrained battle-lust.
"HUNT! KILL! BREAK!" Delta roared, and the horde of chaos descended upon the orderly crystal landscape, not as an army, but as a riot. They smashed crystals for the sake of smashing them, they roared just to make noise, they fought the light constructs with a savagery that defied all logic and tactics.
The Weaver felt this. The perfect, monotonous hum of its world was now being assaulted by a million points of chaotic, discordant noise. The planet's frequency began to waver, struggling to maintain its perfect pitch against the cacophony.
"And now," Cid whispered, his own power beginning to build, "for the lead vocal."
He closed his eyes. He didn't gather energy for an explosion. He gathered his emotions, his memories, his very essence. He remembered the rock concerts from his past life, the roaring crowds, the wailing guitar solos, the thunderous drum beats. He remembered the feeling of raw, unadulterated, chaotic life.
He channeled that feeling, that concept, into his voice. And then he began to sing.
It was not a song of magic or power. It was a raw, guttural, heavy metal scream, a note of pure, rebellious defiance that tore through the monotonous hum of the planet.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!"
The scream was amplified by his own magical energy, becoming a sonic boom of pure, conceptual chaos. It was the ultimate anti-order frequency.
The effect was instantaneous and catastrophic. The crystal spires around them didn't just stop growing; they began to vibrate violently, unable to handle the discordant note. Massive cracks spread across the crystalline ground. The very air, which had been on the verge of solidifying, shimmered and shattered like glass.
The Weaver itself, the perfect diamond god, let out a silent, psychic scream of agony. Its entire being was based on a single, perfect frequency. Cid's song was like grinding sandpaper against a flawless gem. A tiny, hairline crack appeared on its perfect, multifaceted surface.
"The rest of the band is here," Jin-woo stated, his own part of the plan clicking into place.
He didn't summon more soldiers. He reached into his army and pulled forth their very essence—their rage, their loyalty, their pain, their joy. He gathered the raw, chaotic emotions of his million-strong army and gave them form.
He created a storm.
A swirling tempest of pure shadow, lightning, and raw, screaming emotion erupted around the plateau. It was a hurricane of feelings, a vortex of chaos to rival Cid's song.
The planet was now being assaulted on all fronts. A riotous army on the ground, a screaming god in the air, and a swirling storm of pure emotion tearing at its skies. The perfect, orderly world was having a complete and total nervous breakdown.
The cracks on the Weaver's diamond form spread, branching out like a web. Its control was shattered. The planet's frequency was lost in the noise. It was now just a big, vulnerable crystal.
He appeared directly in front of the cracked Weaver. He didn't use a flashy skill. He simply drew his fist back. It was a fist that contained the weight of his entire journey, from the weakest hunter to the King of the Dead. It was a fist that had punched Monarchs.
He punched the Diamond God.
The final sound was not an explosion. It was the single, pure, satisfying CRUNCH of a flawless diamond being struck at its precise stress point and shattering into a billion infinitesimal pieces.
The diamond dust, the remains of Weaver-Prime-Six, was caught in the shadow storm and simply... erased.
As the Weaver died, the planet died with it. The petrified inhabitants crumbled to dust. The crystal forests collapsed. The world began to unravel, its song finished.
Jin-woo, Cid, Alpha, and Zeta stood on a floating rock in a sea of encroaching void.
"Gateway," Jin-woo commanded the Drone in his mind.
The portal home opened just as the last vestiges of the crystalline world faded into nothing. They stepped through, leaving behind a perfect, silent void where a world of flawed perfection used to be.
They had not just defeated the Weaver. They had defeated its entire ideology with a weapon it could never comprehend: a really loud rock concert.