Evolution begins with an ant colony

As soon as Akun's Chaos Evolution began, a massive beacon of purple light shot up into the sky. This time, it was much brighter than when he had healed the ant colony. It shone brilliantly, visible to all the inhabitants of the godforsaken forest. Every ruler from neighboring tribes understood that something significant was about to unfold this night.

[ -??- has initiated chaos evolution!!]

[Error!! -??- is not following the system's rules for evolution!!]

[ -??- is initiating forced system update!!]

[The system is activating all shields!!]

[Error!! Shields failed!!]

[Warning!! system is now updating..]

[Update complete!!]

[Ding!! -??- has been identified!!]

[Ding!! -??- is -X- skill GX-Chaos- !!]

[Warning to the player!! GX-Chaos- will now inscribe on the player's soul, the complete capabilities off all the beast souls absorbed so far!!]

[Warning to the player!! Such rapid and spontaneous beast soul inscription could have a drastice effect on the player's behavior, appearance and skill set.]

Suddenly, Akun let out a tremendous cry. Despite enduring unimaginable pain, the sound of his cry struck fear into the hearts of all who heard it.

Akun's silver armor underwent a dramatic transformation, shifting from its original color to a deep, obsidian black. It enveloped his entire body, including his previously exposed hands and face.

In an instant, he found himself in a pitch-black room, where his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Before him stood Dyraxis, the black dragon, now in human form.

Dyraxis, the black dragon, couldn't contain his laughter when he saw Akun. His deep, rumbling laughter echoed through the shadowy room. With a sly grin, he addressed Akun, "Well, well, well, Akun. What happened to your original notion of seeking justice? Weren't you after justice, my dear boy?" Find exclusive content at empire

Akun spoke resolutely, "I was a fool back then, short-sighted. The only language all living beings truly understand is fear, pain, suffering, and death. Though sometimes love can make a change, it's a rarity. I'd rather take my chances with a universally understandable language than one not everyone comprehends."

The seriousness in Akun's tone caught the black dragon off guard. For a moment, he stood there speechless, then asked, "What about your classmates? What will you do when you see them?"

Akun responded firmly, "I will give them two choices: they either pledge their servitude... or die."

The black dragon became speechless, muttering, "You really went dark, didn't you? What happened?"

Akun replied sternly, "That's my business. I don't remember giving you permission to ask me any questions. If anything, I should be asking the questions. Why are you here?"

The dragon felt enraged, wanting to yell at Akun, but he halted when he saw Akun's intent, deathly gaze. It was as if he didn't comply, he would die instantly. He let out a small, forced laugh and said, "I never thought that I, Dyraxis, a true dragon, would find myself trembling in front of anyone. I'm scared for my life, even though I'm already dead."

Akun then said coldly, "Stop wasting my time. What do you want?"

Dyraxis spoke calmly, "Please, I may not know what has happened, but I can tell from your rage that the Kingins have caused you unimaginable pain. Spare some of them, they were once my people."

Akun responded with icy resolve, "I don't think you're in any position to be making requests. They destroyed my home. I won't be naive again. For what they've done, none of them will be allowed to live."

Akun walked past the fading black dragon, saying, "This is farewell. I don't know how you're talking to me now, but I never want to see your face again."

The black dragon realized he was fading and thought to himself, "My foolish people, you've poked the hornet's nest this time. Not even I will be able to save you. Look out, world, for a monster far more vicious than I has emerged."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

[Notice!! GX-Chaos- has successful extracted all the capabilities and skills from the black dragon's core]

[Notice!! GX-Chaos- has successfully Extracted all the capabilities and skills from the Lunar toad's core]

[Notice!! GX-Chaos- has successful extracted all the capabilities and skills from the silver eagle's core]

[The player is evolving.... Dragon grade stage.. 2.... 3.... 4.... 5....

6.... 7.... 8....]

[Congrats the player has reached dragon grade stage 9!!]

[Warning the player has currently hit the current max level allowed within the barrier!!]

[GX-Chaos- will now redirect the excess energy to the player's comrades.]

The energy emanating from Akun's body surged like lightning, coursing through every evolved ant in the colony. One by one, they began to evolve, their forms shifting and growing stronger.

[Congrats to the player chaos evolution complete!!]

[The player has evolved into a chaosly evolved draconic monster ant monarch!!]

After the evolution, Akun stood in his ominous pitch-black armor, his eyes now glowing a vibrant purple. From the perspective of the other evolved ants, it seemed as if two piercing purple lights were emanating from where Akun's eyes should be in the dark armor.

With his voice now deeper and more commanding than before, Akun addressed all the evolved ants. "Today," he declared, "we shall relocate. The Kingin tribe will become our new home, and they face the consequences of their actions."

The evolved ants nodded in unison, their determination fueled by Akun's newfound presence and leadership. They were ready to follow him into this new chapter, seeking justice for their fallen anthill and comrades.

Akun's snap echoed through the air, and in an instant, the evolved ants were encased in matching black armor. Their faces and hands remained exposed, a symbol of their unity and newfound strength. They stood together, a formidable force ready to reclaim their home and exact justice upon those who had wronged them.

Akun's voice rang out with authority as he addressed his guardians, his body poised with determination. "My guardians," he declared, his eyes focused and resolute.

The nine guardians responded in unison, their bodies straightening in acknowledgment. "Boss," they replied, their expressions a mix of loyalty and readiness.

Akun's next words carried a weight of command. "Call me your liege from now on," he ordered, and a solemn agreement echoed from the ant guardians, their faces showing respect and allegiance. "My liege!" they affirmed, their stance unwavering.

Akun continued, outlining their mission with unwavering confidence. "Good," he said, his gestures emphasizing the gravity of the situation. "There are nearly 10,000 regular evolved ants here. Each of you should form a team of 1,000 ants that you will lead." His movements were decisive, and the guardians mirrored his resolve.

He concluded, "Follow me; we are heading to the Kingin tribe now," his body already turning towards their new destination, his guardians falling in line behind him, their expressions showing determination and trust in their liege.

Meanwhile back at the kingin tribe, King Phenor stood near the window, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the brilliant beacon of light had just subsided. His expression remained remarkably calm, a curious glint in his eyes as he pondered the spectacle before him.

Turning slightly, he leaned on the windowsill, his posture relaxed yet attentive. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the cool stone surface as his mind whirled with thoughts.

In a measured tone, he murmured to himself, "What could have caused such a display of power? It seems to have emanated from the ant colony."

In the expansive throne room, King Phenor's steps echoed with a deliberate cadence as he made his way toward the magnificent throne. His expression remained stoic, his features composed in an air of majestic serenity.

Just as he settled into the resplendent throne, the deep, resonant voice of Argon and the mellifluous tones of Keleora reached his ears from beyond the towering doors.

"May we enter, father?" Argon's voice, confident and controlled, carried through the heavy doors.

King Phenor's response was calm yet firm, "You may enter."

The grand doors swung open, revealing the silhouettes of Argon and Keleora. As they stepped into the opulent chamber.

Argon, the elder son, bore an expression that mirrored his father's, an air of composed authority. Keleora, graceful and poised, followed his lead.

The king's gaze remained unyielding, his eyes locking onto his children as they approached. The throne room seemed to hold its breath, a quiet tension lingering in the air.

Argon and Keleora, in the Presence of King Phenor, knelt down respectfully on the polished marble floor. The throne room was huge, making their gesture of respect even more significant.

"You may rise," ordered King Phenor, his voice deep and commanding, filling the enormous room. Argon and Keleora stood, their movements showing the grace of their royal upbringing.

Together, they said solemnly, "We greet the Bringer of Darkness."

King Phenor, seated regally on his ornate throne, watched them carefully. His gaze seemed to go right through them.

Then he asked slowly, "So where is it, our precious family heirloom?" Each word was heavy with meaning, showing how important their mission was.

Argon responded quickly, his voice steady despite the seriousness of the situation. "We couldn't get it, Father. The ants we found didn't have the black Grimoire. We captured one of them and destroyed their home, hoping that the ant with the Grimoire would come to rescue their comrade and give us the Grimoire."

There was a moment of silence as King Phenor considered his son's actions. His response was a mix of condescension and curiosity. "Oh?" he said slowly, enjoying the moment, and never taking his eyes off Argon.

Suddenly, the vast castle, a testament to the Kingin tribe's power, began to tremble ominously. It was as though the very foundations of the earth shook, but it wasn't a natural quake. In the distance, the rhythmic thud of footsteps grew steadily louder, like an army marching in perfect unison.

As the sounds approached, a looming figure emerged from the shadows. It was Akun, his ebony armor gleaming ominously in the dim moon light. Akun's arrival seemed to encircle the entire Kingin tribe, whose sprawling expanse resembled a nation in itself. Panic and confusion rippled through the Kingin citizens as they struggled to comprehend the unfolding situation.

Amid the uncertainty, Akun's voice boomed out with an authority that demanded immediate attention. "Kingins," he thundered, his voice echoing through the massive halls, "bring forth your ruler, and do it swiftly. My patience wears thin."