Cultivation Chaos: Superheroes In The Realm Of Immorals

At an unknown location, deep beneath the surface, in a room that seemed like a rocky cave devoid of light and with poor oxygen flow…

Within it, a man stood silently in front of a furnace—the only light source available.

Before him lay a freshly smithed sword glowing with a cyan luster. Around him, tendrils of energy strings erupted into a cacophony of amber, interweaving into the weapon with mystical but precise fashion.

And after a few seconds of the weave settling, the once lackluster blade now erupted with amber and was engulfed in illusionary flames.

The figure heaved in relief, and just as he was about to sit, he froze—sensing something.

"My Will… Someone absorbed my Will?… How is that possible?" the man growled in horror. Even though he could sense that it was temporary—as his existence was slowly retrieving what was his—it was still a terrifying thought.

"I have to go inform the elders… This could be a disaster." The man bolted out of the room with haste.

One had to remember: a Will was the extension of a human's existence. Things like having the same Will or stealing a Will weren't meant to be possible.

That was the same as having your very existence stolen, ripped from you, and violated. It was unheard of—as each existence was unique and different. But somehow, it happened, and he couldn't resist…

This piece of news was going to throw the entire mortal land into chaos.

…

And the one responsible for this event stood none the wiser in the outskirts of the barren desert…

Spark felt the transference of the mystical force of Will flowing into his figure, his eyes glowing with a fiery sheen.

To think I can take Will… but why didn't I sense it earlier? he wondered, but quickly came to a conclusion.

Previously, he had attempted to absorb the force of an attack from the gauntlet. But now, he was absorbing the core energy of the artifact itself. And now that it was going dry, the Will tethered to it naturally followed suit—being absorbed by him.

He clenched his fists as he felt an ethereal force reinforcing his being. He couldn't tell why, but he felt his punches would be stronger and faster.

Though I can feel it fading, he muttered. It was fading—returning to its source. Being on Spark was a taboo in the first place, so it was only natural it returned to where it came from.

I have to finish this quickly then, he thought, his eyes glistening with a newly sparked resolution.

Meanwhile, on Slade's end, his face turned ugly as he sensed the blistering Will emanating from Spark's figure.

He might have had the advantage in power, but that wouldn't be the case now. His senses picked up the extreme danger Spark radiated. Argh! Why didn't I awaken a more useful Will… he sighed, feeling distressed.

The Will he awakened was only useful for sensing danger and couldn't be used in battle. This fact made him the weakest in his level—heck, there were even Foundation Building juniors who had trashed him effortlessly.

Which was why he ran away from all that and came to the region of mortal countries, where he could be seen as an expert. After all, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse.

He clutched his weapon tightly as his own Will bloomed. Though it couldn't augment him in battle, it was useful for predicting danger—giving him something similar to precognition.

Unfortunately for him, his precognition would turn out useless today. After all, what was the use of sensing danger if he couldn't avoid it?

Spark burned the entire star with reckless abandon. He could attain more stars, but he had only one life… If he didn't end this before the Will elapsed, his death would be near certain.

All energy was outputted into one thing: speed. No strength, no defense—nothing. Only speed.

He decided to discard all of those. No matter how he enhanced his strength, it still couldn't hope to harm Slade. Even defending would be futile—a single punch lands, and he could only hope for his input to redirect energy.

So he put all his bet on the Will Burn. After all, it delivered damage disregarding laws of cause, right?

Intangible flames condensed on his fists as he poured it all into them. And in a blink, he moved.

Bang!

Slade sensed it coming but was helpless to stop it. A pungent smell of burning meat wafted into the atmosphere as an ethereal flame burned wildly on his chest.

Gritting his teeth in pain, he ignored it. He, of all people, knew a Will such as this would never stop dealing damage until its owner was dead.

His mace swung, but Spark's figure blurred—his speed, added to his footwork, made him an annoying opponent to face.

Before Slade could react once more, a punch dug into his ribs, causing a trickle of blood to leak from the side of his mouth.

Spark's eyes brightened. Even without enhancement of output, the Will still boosted the strength of his attacks. Now I know—I must awaken one of these.

And so the aggravating clash continued, with Slade swinging wildly, kicking up storms of sand in his wake, while Spark avoided it all, delivering calculated attacks.

On the side, the spectators became wide-eyed as they watched Spark go from being totally dominated to dominating himself. The cheering bandits went silent, watching anxiously as their boss got pummeled, hoping for him to make a comeback.

Shit! It's running out! Spark screamed inwardly, alarmed. Meanwhile, Slade stood grounded, his skin already filled with blisters, a dark vapor rising from his body carrying the smell of burnt meat.

By now, his eyes were red with rage, but he waited patiently. Whoever this guy was, he concluded, he wasn't as strong as himself—so a battle of attrition would naturally end in his favor.

And he was right.

Right at this moment, he could feel his opponent's Will fading. It seemed he was running weak.

His lips stretched into a blood-crazed smile, and his caked skin crunched and cracked with blood seeping through, it stung—but he didn't care.

His blistered fists held his mace tightly.

It was time for retribution.