The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order
Chapter 1866: Primordial Mazinger Indestructible Body

Chapter 1866: Primordial Mazinger Indestructible Body

Cain’s eyes widened as he found himself submerged in a dark dimension—a void where even the fundamental laws of reality twisted and fractured. Space and time held no meaning. The boundaries between up and down, left and right, all seemed to collapse into an indistinguishable blur. The darkness was not merely the absence of light, but a tangible, suffocating force.

And that was only the beginning.

"THUMP!"

A deep, thunderous heartbeat echoed through the realm. The sound was not just heard; it was felt, reverberating through Cain’s bones and soul. In the very next moment, the void began to constrict. The entire dimension shuddered as if pulled by invisible chains, collapsing inward with apocalyptic force. Cain was crushed by an ocean of gravity, converging from every direction. Every atom of his being groaned under the weight of this multidirectional pressure.

Pain, unlike anything imaginable, surged through him. Blood erupted from his mouth, his organs screamed in protest, and his vision blurred. Yet, instead of fear, a wide grin crept across Cain’s face.

He knew this place.

He knew this spell.

Thanks to the inherited memories of Divine Calamity, he recognized the infamous "Abyssal Coffin," a spell powered by the force of the Dark Heart. He had studied it through those memories, understanding not just its structure, but its purpose and nature. It was a prison, a furnace, and an executioner wrapped into one devastating spell—a final judgment meant to crush even ArchDeities into oblivion.

Cain’s eyes ignited with fierce willpower and razor-sharp focus. He deactivated his Asura Form, embracing the crushing force instead of resisting it. Assuming a meditative position mid-air, he began to regulate his breathing. Each breath became a calculated act of control, each exhale a release of unnecessary resistance.

The power of his Elemental Proto Laws surged through his veins, aligning with the core of his being. Alongside them, the boundless force of his Rank 10 Star Core roared into life, reinforcing every inch of his battered body. He became a conduit of controlled chaos, shaping destruction into evolution.

Outside the black cube, Divine Calamity watched with a predatory smile. His excitement was barely contained.

"He can’t survive that," he muttered. "No one can."

The Abyssal Coffin was his masterpiece, the ultimate killing construct forged through the power of the Dark Heart. He had once used it to kill an ArchDeity known for unparalleled regeneration abilities. Compared to that battle, Cain was just another overreaching ant.

"THUMP!"

Another heartbeat from the Dark Heart pulsed. The cube shrank again, its size halving as gravitational force doubled. Space screamed in protest as reality bent. With each beat, the prison grew stronger, denser, and more unforgiving.

From afar, members of Divine Calamity Heaven watched in grim satisfaction. Andrew and the other two from Divine Calamity Heaven exchanged smug glances. They turned toward those who had dared to ally themselves with Cain—the Prima Deities like Pation, Lancer, and Karter.

Dread painted the faces of Cain’s allies. Even Alcuard clenched his fists at the overwhelming gravitational aura. But his attention shifted to the Sky Sovereign, who stood motionless, composed, eyes fixed on the shrinking black box.

There was no fear in the Sky Sovereign’s gaze. Not even concern.

Only conviction.

"THUMP!" "THUMP!" "THUMP!" "THUMP!"

The pulses came faster. Divine Calamity’s eyes began to bleed from the energy expenditure, but his manic grin only grew wider. The box had now shrunk to just under four meters. He whispered with satisfaction, knowing Cain could hear his voice inside the box.

"The gravity inside is immense enough to pulverize even the bones of an ArchDeity. It’s a miracle you’re still alive, but now... now, it’s over."

Raising both arms, Divine Calamity summoned another titanic heartbeat from the Dark Heart.

"THUMP!"

The cube flared ominously, preparing for its final collapse.

But then... something unexpected happened.

The cube stopped shrinking.

It trembled.

Divine Calamity’s triumphant grin faltered. His brows furrowed as his senses picked up something... off. Thin cracks began to spider across the surface of the black cube.

Two distinct points of resistance appeared, each marked by five finger-shaped indentations.

As if... two hands were pushing back from the inside.

"IMPOSSIBLE!" Divine Calamity roared, his voice filled with disbelief. His heart pounded. His mind reeled. Nothing should have survived this. The notion that someone could resist the gravitational collapse, let alone push back, defied his understanding of the universe.

But reality cares little for disbelief.

"CRACK!"

The cracks deepened.

Then, in a single catastrophic instant—

"BOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!"

The cube exploded. An enormous shockwave of gravitational energy erupted outward, tearing through the surrounding air like a storm of collapsing stars. Divine Calamity was sent hurtling backward, blood streaming from his eyes and ears. The Dark Heart faltered, vanishing under the backlash of its own spell being shattered.

As he struggled to regain control of his body mid-air, his gaze locked onto the epicenter of the destruction.

There stood Cain.

Blood coated his skin. His body bore the signs of trauma—cracked bones, torn muscles, ruptured vessels. But despite it all, he stood tall, wreathed in an aura of overwhelming vitality.

His energy was not just alive—it was transcendent.

It shone like a newborn star, setting the very air ablaze with chromatic flames of power. Waves of majesty rippled out from him. The sky above him glowed. Space bent gently around him.

He was becoming a force of nature.

Divine Calamity stared in shock and horror. He recognized the radiant aura emanating from Cain’s form.

"You... You possess the Primordial Mazinger Indestructible Body!" he gasped.

Cain grinned, his teeth red with blood, but his eyes burned with triumph.

He had fulfilled the hidden requirement for the Worldcell Ascension Method’s Transcendent Mastery. To activate it, he needed more than just 100% in every Elemental Proto Law. Every cell in his body had to be exposed to an intense gravitational metamorphosis—a force capable of driving them into forced evolution.

The Abyssal Coffin had done exactly that.

Cain had not only survived Divine Calamity’s strongest spell.

He had used it.