BXBX NOVEL Chapter 93: The Guardians!
"Don\'t go homesick on us. When are we going to kill that guy? I\'m sick of you hobos after 12.6 million years of seeing you. I want to get out a bit," a brown-haired \'young\' lady looked at First in disdain and said. She was Sixth, the only lady amongst the Guardians, and she was highly respected and feared, for her research was related to psychology and the meaning of life.
The extent to which she would go for her research was best left unspoken.
One thing nobody ever mentioned about her is that she had a little something for Second... Better not tell anyone, or you would be her next test subject.
"I think it\'s better if you leave that guy alone. From my calculations, the Empire will be a better place if you leave it to him, even if the initial chaos and destruction will be massive," another middle-aged man with sunken eyes, who was sleeping on the table, said without raising his head.
He was Third, a lazy fella who had a neutral relationship with everybody, but everybody liked to take his advice, as the way his brain worked allowed them to find the most efficient solutions to problems.
"I agree with Third. The Anomaly only told us to keep an eye on his empire and never told us to make a move. We don\'t have to, so why bother?" Fourth, a blond-haired, playboy-looking young man said. Even with his handsome features and young looks, he was well over 10 million years old.
"You\'re right. We indeed don\'t have to do anything. Maybe send a warning or something," Fifth said.
"I wanna go out. If you don\'t, I will, even if I don\'t interfere with whoever is messing with that guy," Sixth said.
"I don\'t mind either. I\'d rather not involve myself with humans," Second said.
"Hmm, well, if everybody doesn\'t wanna go out, then I\'d rather not either," Sixth turned her head and said.
Everybody remained silent for a second and shook their heads before looking at First.
"Well, if nobody wants to go out, then you don\'t have to. It\'s not like the Empress Dowager isn\'t there," First said.
"And what of the Empress Dowager? She\'s just a single woman. What can she do? We know she\'s an EX-Rank too, but she\'s just boosted by her son, right? She couldn\'t possibly pose any threat to that guy," Fifth said.
"And what of women, huh? Do you think we\'re weak? You want me to show you how strong we can be?" Sixth looked at Fifth as the air distorted and the temperature rose to alarming degrees, even in this state of void.
"Calm down."
Fwshhh
With just a single hand, First removed any effect Sixth\'s anger caused.
"As for the Empress Dowager... you\'re better off not knowing what she can do. If she didn\'t act, then we have nothing to do. Dismissed. Second, follow me. I\'ve reached a critical threshold in my latest research," First added.
"Really? Alright, sir!"
"Don\'t call me sir."
"Yes, sir."
Sigh
\'He\'s so cute! But what is this Empress Dowager capable of for First to talk about her this way? Well, who cares! Second is too cute today too! Time to continue researching ways to get in his pants,\' Sixth thought.
Unbeknownst to her, Third looked at her in slight disgust before diving right back to sleep, not bothering to move out of the round table until Fourth came to take him to his lab.
Five days have passed since the Guardians\' meeting, and Draco\'s plan was going ever so smoothly.
The way he did things was just meticulous, but those truly important in the Empire could still guess—no, they already knew he was the cause.
The Empress Dowager did. The Anomaly did. And the Guardians did.
Anybody else only had theories.
It was indeed strange for the Empire, which had been very calm for centuries, to suddenly have clans waging war against each other.
When the Anomaly was here, such things never happened. Now that he was gone, whoever was laying low all this time rose up to cause chaos.
Just what was their goal?
Nobody knew.
But Draco did. It was conquest. The Great Empire of Devania was nothing but a small stepping stone.
Once he conquered the entirety of this continent, he shall go to the prison to dominate, and come back to cause chaos in the entire world. This was not a possibility; this was a fact, and Draco believed it to the T.
What did Devania do to stop Draco from his actions? Nothing. She was enjoying her honeymoon with David in another part of the continent.
She knew, but when she asked David if there was anything else he could do, he said this was the only way.
Indeed, Draco wasn\'t just causing chaos to cause it. It would have been the method either way; however, now he had a bigger, more important reason, and it was the understanding rate of chaos.
It was a known fact for concepts that the easier way to understand them was to cause, live, and/or survive through them.
If one wanted to understand fate, what better method was there than experiencing how fate worked by forming connections with people and experiencing all those coincidences in personalities, experiences, results, powers, ways of fighting, ancestry, and everything in between?
What better way was there than tripping and narrowly dodging an arrow to the head to understand the meaning of fate and that death had a specific time waiting for you? What better way was there than being the one to cut one\'s fate or form it by either killing them, giving birth, or gifting them something life-changing?
Indeed, there was no better way than to be the cause of it, live through it, or experience it one way or another.
And that was what Draco was doing.
Causing chaos, living through chaos, experiencing chaos, and one more thing... being chaos himself!
While evolving, Draco gained a Chaotic Personality racial trait.
What did this mean? Chaotic meant random, and he already had harmony, so how did this work?
Was there even such a thing as chaotic harmony? Indeed, chaotic also meant unpredictable, so Draco from here onwards was a being you could never guess.
He could be the most benevolent and the most hideous being in existence at the same time.
If you gave him the world, he could either kill you or give you a sweet smile and a hug. You and your luck.
But this didn\'t stop him from achieving his goals, as unpredictability didn\'t mean that he could at any time up and say, "I don\'t wanna conquer the world anymore." No.
No, this is where harmony came in. It meant that no matter how chaotic he got, it would be within a stable spectrum.
In simple terms, he would do what he wanted and needed to do, but the way it would be done would be chaotic.
This meant that the same way he could conquer with violence and evil, he could unpredictably change to do so in an amicable way.
But was that possible for someone going through the demonic path?
Draco was unique indeed, but aside from conquest in alternative ways like bets, charm, and others, he would use the most hideous ways that would get the most emotions out of people.
Remember, what Draco enjoyed most was hearing the screaming of Dariel the Clone Master while he burned alive?
Indeed, what Draco was first and foremost was a psychotic, unfeeling, and ruthless demon that should have in no way existed in this world.
However. Indeed, however...
His existence had greater meaning than anybody, not even the current him, knew.
Draco was no Chosen One... He wasn\'t. He was something... Even Greater.
He didn\'t know, this world didn\'t know, its people didn\'t know, the celestials didn\'t know, Truth didn\'t know, and the great mother above didn\'t know.
Only a few people knew, and all of them... were too great to talk about.
What Draco did, in all of its evilness, all of its destruction and consequences, had greater meaning than him doing the right path.
\'He\' chose this path, not when he did, but before. This was him taking responsibility for his choices.
So how much chaos would our chaos anomaly cause?
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Eeey y\'all, I\'m releasing this chapter early today because I have something to do from 3 pm to 5 pm (GMT+1). Enjoy.
I have some good news: your dear author here has successfully graduated.
See y\'all in the river of success.
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