Chaos Heir

Chapter 1155 Gods

Khan could hardly contain his excitement. He had waited a long time for something or someone that could push his transformation forward, and that moment seemed to have finally arrived.

The exception was as puny as the rest of his species, but Khan sensed the familiar power that ran through his veins. That small Tainted human wielded the mana in ways he had refused to accept for now, and the Nak genes were strong within him.

At once, Khan knew he had found the missing piece in the Nak legacy. That puny exception had overcome the mutating and invasive force in his genes, reaching the peak of Khan's opposite field. He was might, while the human was mana.

As for how that puny creature had become an exception, Khan didn't know but had his guesses. His species had been too strong to mutate through the Nak's mana successfully, but humans were weak, which made them malleable.

It was like comparing a black hole to a white canvas. No color could be added to the former, but the latter could accept anything and transform through it. Khan was sort of a middle ground due to his inborn inferiority, but absorbing that human exception was bound to complete his transformation.

Khan also felt confident about the imminent clash. The human exception dominated the mana instead of serving it, but he had seen its limits in the failures of his brothers and sisters. Khan had even witnessed it in himself. Might could suppress the mana, especially when it carried such glaring weaknesses.

The human exception was too flawed. Khan could read and entrance him without much thought. That puny creature had the potential to be far greater than he was but let inferior beings drag him down. Khan could see the pain and longing in his brain. His past mates had scarred him, creating a gaping hole Khan could exploit.

That was the same mistake Khan's brothers and sisters had made. They had let their unreasonable emotions guide them, leading them to their doom. Meanwhile, wisdom and patience reigned supreme, and his survival proved as much.

Studying the human exception's memories felt almost disappointing. Khan could understand the importance of a partner, but such a deep attachment was unbecoming, especially toward unsuitable mates. One or two of them could be okay, but the puny creature had let idiotic things like rules and feelings get in his way.

That didn't befit a ruler. Overlords took without asking for permission or acceptance. The galaxy was inferior to them, so it had to serve them. No other truth existed in the world. Gods reigned by right of their existence, not by choice.

Nevertheless, Khan did forget something in his many centuries of partial slumber. Unreasonable beings wouldn't just bow down to reason, and messing with their flawed feelings could trigger unwise reactions.

That was what happened with the human exception. The puny creature escaped Khan's control and raged to no end, daring to challenge him. He even remained unfazed when Khan did him the honor of showing himself, confirming how unreasonable those flawed beings could be.

Still, as the battle raged, Khan had to accept another truth. He had always known feelings were a dangerous thing, but the human exception brought them to a superior level, wielding them like weapons in his reckless and suicidal attack.

Khan could understand that but refused to accept that his might couldn't break the human exception. The latter endured devastating blow after devastating blow, losing control of limbs, bones, and organs while continuing to fight.

Moreover, the human exception's attacks grew stronger with each exchange. It seemed the more Khan pushed him closer to his death, the more destructive he became. That puny creature was even managing to hurt him badly, and he couldn't let that stand.

During the next clash, Khan felt to have broken the puny creature's body. He had to be merely a few minutes away from his death, but he still didn't give up. Then, Khan saw it.

The planet had been Khan's home for millennia. He controlled every inch of it, but the battle had changed that truth. The mana he had accumulated and spread for centuries escaped his power, becoming food for the puny creature's technique.

The bright symbol above the broken human's head transformed into a far bigger version of his spells, and he threw it forward, disregarding any care for his life. Khan couldn't dodge it, but anger and regret flared at that sight.

Khan was fighting against a fellow overlord, a being on the opposite side of his power spectrum. He dominated might, while the human exception dominated the mana. At most, the two should have been equally matched, but Khan ultimately found himself inferior.

The human's drive and anger weren't quantifiable energy sources but still empowered his techniques, turning his mana into an uncontrollable force that he still somehow bent to his will. Khan couldn't find any reason in that process, but the truth stood before his damaged eyes.

Defeat was about to arrive, and Khan couldn't accept it. He had done everything correctly, accumulating knowledge and energy for millennia, feeding off his species and the universe itself. That power was supposed to be his, for he had never lost, but that turned out to be his flaw.

Power in a vacuum was brittle. Only countless defeats and suffering could polish it to its purest, unwavering shape.

Khan was the weakest of his species' children but remained a rightful planetary overlord. Meanwhile, the human exception had risen from the lowest weakness, suffering defeat after defeat, to reach his current heights. His power wasn't inborn or innate. It was earned, seized among a life of tragedies.

Khan wasn't willing to lose, while the human exception was already defeated, so he couldn't lose anymore. His polished power didn't know limits, even if that meant hurting the very being that wielded it.

'We were wrong,' Khan thought, trying to speak through an unfamiliarly small mouth, 'But he is, too. He surpassed us, but his mana has no future.'

The world in Khan's eyes suddenly changed. He saw colors he didn't usually see and felt a strange discomfort with his body. He tried to slither, only for his limbs to move.

Confusion spread inside Khan as countless images ran through his brain, fusing with it while trying to obfuscate his vision. He knew all those but didn't know why he was absorbing them again. Yet, a different call distracted him from that perplexity.

Khan lifted his eyes to the sky, which, for some reason, shone with their own light. The dark expanse filled his vision, but his perception pierced it, looking in a specific direction he had studied for millennia.

'Nak, we are coming!' Khan tried to hiss, but no sound escaped his mouth. Still, a purple-red light accumulated in his throat, eventually releasing a lightning bolt that exploded past the moon's almost non-existent atmosphere.

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