The Invincible Young Master

As Chaos charged toward the ominous, swirling darkness ahead, his powerful legs pounded against the shifting ground beneath him.

Amelia clung tightly to the beast, her mind still reeling from the battle they had just survived. The way Chaos had devoured the monstrous, tentacled creature left her both awed and unsettled.

She could sense the raw power of the creature beneath her. Unable to suppress her curiosity, Amelia whispered to herself, "What is Chaos?"

Spark, who had been quietly leading from the front, caught her question and turned his head slightly.

A faint smile played on his lips as he answered, his voice effortlessly cutting through the wind. "Didn't I mention before? He is the Devourer of Worlds."

Amelia shook her head at the grandiose title. It seemed too fantastical to be real. She let out a small, disbelieving laugh. "That sounds a bit... over the top, don't you think?"

Spark's expression remained playful. "It is not just a title. It's his true nature."

Before Amelia could ask more, a sudden shift in the air around them drew her attention.

She felt a strange, tingling sensation as if they had crossed some invisible threshold. The temperature dropped sharply, biting at her skin, and when she looked around, the treacherous marshland they had been traversing had disappeared.

In its place was a vast, frozen wasteland, stretching out endlessly in every direction. The dark mass still loomed in front of them, an ominous presence that seemed to defy the change in scenery.

Amelia turned her head back, disbelief coloring her voice as she whispered, "The marshland... it is gone."

Spark nodded, his tone calm and unwavering. "Another one of this place's strange phenomena."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Just as Amelia began to grasp what had happened, a deep rumble echoed through the icy expanse.

She looked up to see a massive glacier hurtling toward them, its immense size threatening to crush everything in its path.

But Chaos, unfazed by the danger, surged forward with astonishing speed. The glacier drew closer, its icy surface reflecting the dim light, but Chaos moved with precision, effortlessly dodging the massive obstacle.

Within moments, they had left the frozen wasteland behind.

Amelia barely had time to catch her breath before the world shifted once more. The bitter cold was replaced by an oppressive heat, and they found themselves in a realm of molten lava.

Rivers of liquid fire snaked alongside them, the air thick with the sharp scent of sulfur. Yet Chaos continued his relentless pace, unaffected by the searing temperatures.

The transitions between these bizarre lands became increasingly rapid. From the scorching heat of the lava fields, they entered a windy, sun-scorched desert where the sand lashed at them in a relentless storm.

Next came a barren, desolate wasteland where the air felt lifeless and heavy, followed by a blindingly bright plain that stretched on forever under a harsh sun.

Amelia's mind raced as she tried to make sense of their crossing. Each new environment posed its own set of challenges, yet no creatures attacked them as they had in the marshland.

Instead, it felt as though the very land itself was testing them.

"Is this a trial…?" Amelia observed her surroundings with a hint of suspicion.

In her clan, there was a special pagoda was built to help train disciples by simulating various challenges. Each floor of the pagoda created a different environment to test the disciples' determination, strength, and adaptability.

But unlike the safe and controlled trails of her clan's pagoda, the current situation was far more dangerous, with a real risk of losing one's life.

Amelia's gaze turned to the horizon, her expression contemplative. "This place is testing us..."

"But why?" Amelia muttered, confusion lacing her voice. "Why is there a trial in this abyssal forest? What purpose does it serve?" .net

Before she could think further, the ground beneath them began to tremble, and the sky darkened as storm clouds gathered overhead. Lightning crackled in the distance, and the air buzzed with energy.

The surrounding space dissolved, replaced by a dense, swirling mist that swallowed everything around them.

The air grew thick with moisture, and visibility dropped to almost nothing. Amelia felt an eerie stillness settle over the land, as though the world itself was holding its breath.

"Another trial," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible in the oppressive silence.

But when she turned to seek reassurance from Spark, her heart skipped a beat.

Chaos was gone, and with him, Spark. The familiar warmth of the beast beneath her and the steady presence of Spark beside her had vanished, leaving her completely alone in the mist.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she took a tentative step forward, the ground beneath her feet feeling oddly solid and unfamiliar.

Every direction looked the same, the mist turning the world into a featureless void. Panic threatened to take hold, but she forced herself to stay calm.

This was just another trial—she had to believe that. She had to believe there was a way out.

"Are you two here?" she called out, her voice echoing into the mist, only to be swallowed by the heavy silence.

There was no answer, no sign of movement—just the endless mist stretching out in all directions.

She clenched her fists, steeling herself, and began to walk. Each step felt like it was pulling her deeper into the unknown, but she refused to stop, determined to find her way back.

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Initially, Spark was surrounded by a world of mist, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly found himself in an entirely different realm.

The thick fog that had enveloped him moments before had vanished, replaced by a vast, endless void of darkness.

There was no ground beneath his feet, no sky above—just an infinite blackness stretching in all directions.

He was alone, completely and utterly.

For a moment, Spark stood still, his sharp eyes piercing the darkness, searching for any sign of life or movement.

But there was nothing—no sound, no shadows, nothing but the overwhelming silence of the void.

Then, in the far distance, he spotted a tiny flicker of light. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but it was there—a small spark of light shining in the endless darkness.

Without a second thought, Spark began to walk toward it. His steps were firm, his eyes locked onto the distant glow, but no matter how far he walked, the light remained just as distant as when he first saw it. It was as if the light was taunting him, always staying just out of reach.

Time lost all meaning in the dark expanse. He kept moving forward, undeterred by the unchanging landscape.

As he continued, subtle changes began to occur. His hair, which had always been neatly trimmed, grew long and wild, falling around his shoulders.

A rough beard sprouted on his once clean face, and his hands, which had always been strong and youthful, began to show signs of aging, the skin growing thinner and more fragile.

He could feel the years weighing down on him, his body growing weaker with each step, but he didn't stop.

He didn't care about any of it; all that mattered was the light.

His pace slowed, his movements becoming harder, yet his focus on the light never wavered. It had become his anchor, the one thing that kept him going in this endless void, urging him to continue and see what lay beyond its glow

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the light began to grow larger. It swelled into a warm, golden glow that pushed back the darkness, wrapping him in its comforting embrace.

As Spark drew closer, he saw that the light was coming from a tall, majestic door.

The door was intricately carved with symbols and designs that seemed to pulse with life, almost as if the door itself were alive.

Spark stood before the door, his aged body trembling slightly as he reached out to touch it.

The surface was cool and smooth beneath his fingertips, and with a soft exhale, he pushed it open.

Once the door opened, he found himself standing in the doorway of a large bedroom bathed in soft, golden light.

A group of people had gathered around a bed, their faces etched with sorrow.

As Spark looked closer, his borrows slightly furrowed—it was himself lying in the bed, appearing peaceful, as if merely asleep.

His mother, Sophia, was crying into his father's shoulder, her usual strength shattered by grief. His father stood beside her, his face stern, but Spark could see the pain hidden in his eyes.

Reynold, too, was there, his eyes slightly red, betraying the emotions he normally kept hidden. And then there was Alice, her small hand tightly gripping his, looking up at Sophia with wide, tear-filled eyes.

"Grandmother," Alice's voice trembled as she asked, "why isn't Father waking up? Is father sick?"

Sophia's sobs grew louder, her voice breaking as she tried to comfort the little girl. "Your father is... just resting, Alice. He is very tired."

Spark watched the scene unfold, his eyes furrowed, clearly displeased at the sight.

Then, a faint smirk played on his lips, and he muttered under his breath. "What kind of nonsense is this?"

With a wave of his hand, the scene shattered like glass, the pieces dissolving into the surrounding darkness.

"My death will not be this ordinary," he scoffed, and as he spoke, the darkness began to fade, dissolving into nothingness.

When the void cleared, Spark found himself back on the solid, familiar back of Chaos.

The great beast was quivering beneath him, its powerful body trembling with unease.

"Why are you acting all nervous?" Spark muttered, gently stroking the side of Chaos's neck. "I am still here."

The touch seemed to soothe the beast, its trembling gradually subsiding as Spark's steady hand reassured it.

But as he glanced to his side, he noticed something was wrong—Amelia's eyes were still closed, her face tight with tension, as if she were battling something unseen.

It was clear she was still trapped in the illusion. Spark's gaze softened as he watched her, sensing the struggle she must be going through in her trial.