[Class: Chaos Creator (Stage 1)]
[Rank: SSS+]
[Description: As a master of Chaos and Controller of the Battlefield, this Class allows you to harness the Rage and Emotions of everyone, bending them to your own Will or that of your allies to make them stronger, even more determined for victory.
Note: Even one with the Strongest Will can Transcend Eternity!]
[Effects:
1. +30 stat points per level-up (can be increased after Class Level Up).
2. +3 extra skill slots after each Rank up.
3. Extra Class Skill: Chaotic Maelstrom (SS)
A swirling storm of chaotic energy that damages and disorients anyone caught within its range. Enemies are bombarded with random effects such as disintegration, explosive bursts, and temporal slowdowns, making escape difficult and risky.
4. Passive Effect: Your power level will now be accurately measured from now on.
Current Balanced Level: 267 ]
Aengus finally chose a class he found useful after so long. Alongside rage and other emotions, it allows him to gather the power of destruction and Chaos from the battlefield to make him more formidable when needed.
Seated next to Aria on the bed, Aengus distributed his stat points and felt his power increase. He suppressed the aura from leaking out, careful not to wake Aria, who was sleeping, exhausted.
His level was now 267, far beyond the Transcendentals he had encountered so far, who ranged from level 120 to level 170.
Much of the contribution to reaching this level of power came from Omni-Devour. From now on, whenever he uses Omni-Devour to get stronger, this class would increase his level for accurate measurements. However, if he uses Omni-Devour to level up, it will not grant him extra attributes from leveling up.
Level 267 was incredibly powerful, considering what he had encountered so far. Elyon, at level 170, was the highest powerhouse he had seen so far, followed by the Generals, whose levels ranged between 120 and 150.
This made him realize the true power gap compared to other Transcendentals. However, he knew that sometimes one’s level is not everything. Skills, weapons, Mana quantity, and more matter as well.
Aengus attempted to synthesize two SS-rank skills, but even when combining three, the rank didn’t increase—only their effects grew stronger. Reaching SSS rank seemed extremely difficult, or perhaps he was missing something. He decided to ask the Generals about it later.
Turning off the status panel, he touched Aria’s face gently, thinking about his plans for the future.
He had declared war against the entire world and needed to be ready. First, he decided to free the ancient Dwarves, hoping they could help create powerful warships for the Liberation Empire.
“Mm Hm…!”
Then he noticed Aria’s eyes flutter open, her gaze meeting his face close to hers.
“You’re awake, Aria… Quickly freshen up. We’ll be going to meet the ancient Dwarves to free them from under the cliff. Then—”
“Haah…” She didn’t let him finish. Aria’s face suddenly moved close as she kissed him deeply, her breathing heavy, her eyes filled with temptation.
Aengus accepted her invitation, and they became entangled on the bed, casting an isolation barrier around them.
“Make me yours, Ethan,” Aria whispered sweetly beside his ear.
“Are you sure?” Aengus asked for confirmation, remembering her reserved nature.
Aria nodded gently. “Yes, I’m sure. This was my original gift for your birthday. I want to make this day memorable.” Her voice was low and passionate.
Aengus glanced at her body, which seemed to rise with warm invitation.
“All right… I’ll be gentle,” Aengus said softly as he began to undress, making Aria gulp silently in nervous anticipation.
But the excitement inside her outshone her fear as she prepared herself for the new experience.
—
Outside, Drake, Yona, and Delilah were sitting under the warm sun, enjoying the moment. They glanced now and then at Aria and Aengus’s quarters, their imaginations running wild.
Drake was clearly trying to ignore the two girls’ teasing questions, which had only intensified.
“Wow! They’re still not out. Looks like our Empress Aria is taking some personal time to celebrate her Emperor’s birthday, isn’t she?” Yona commented mischievously, glancing at Delilah and Drake.
Delilah’s curiosity grew after hearing Yona’s remark. “Yona, what could they be doing inside for so long?”
“Hehe…” Yona chuckled, looking knowingly at Drake. “Of course, what a man and a woman do alone when they’re in a relationship.”
“Oh, you mean… that…” Delilah’s face turned red as she recalled her maid’s teachings about the relationship between men and women.
“Stop it, you two… She’s my cousin. Can we change the topic now, please?” Drake said, exasperated, feeling awkward around the two women.
“Oh, are you feeling shy, Drake? Don’t be a kid; be a man,” Yona taunted.
“You…”
Drake looked irritated and playfully tackled Yona, intending to teach her a lesson. They both tumbled onto the ground, neither willing to back down from the friendly fight.
“Hey… That’s rude to a lady,” Yona protested, finding herself pinned under Drake’s grip, her hands held down as his face hovered close to hers. Her cheeks flushed at the unexpected closeness.
Drake had already passed puberty, so it felt only natural to feel something for the opposite gender.
He had some thoughts about Yona, who was around his age. Her changed personality intrigued him; her courage on the battlefield and her spirited nature had become qualities he admired.
He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, but he had no intention of confessing his feelings yet. A lingering sense of inferiority held him back, something he knew he needed to overcome first.
Whether Yona would accept him or not was still uncertain. But he was willing to give it his all.
Delilah covered her face with one hand, feeling a bit embarrassed.
Her thoughts drifted to her father’s recent suggestion about becoming Aengus’s concubine.
She felt torn between two choices: to accept or reject. She hadn’t given a definite answer.
She did like Ethan; he was reliable and strong. But they weren’t that close, so there was a chance he might reject her.
Moreover, Aria was her friend, and she didn’t want to betray her.
She knew Aria held a monogamous mindset, making the idea of a three-way relationship more challenging, even if she agreed to be a concubine.
“Ahem! What are you two doing, Yona, Drake?”
Suddenly, Aria’s voice made them freeze.
They looked up to see Aria and Aengus, appearing completely normal, as if nothing had happened between them.
But upon closer inspection, they noticed a subtle difference in how Aria was walking.
Yona stood up and began circling Aria, inspecting her, which made Aria blush with a mix of embarrassment and faint irritation.
“What are you doing, Yona? We haven’t done a thing!” Aria replied hastily, but then she paused, realizing her slip.
Yona stopped and gave a knowing smile.
“And, Lady Aria, how did you assume I was talking about ‘that thing’? Haha…”
