Chaos Evolution: Only I Was Granted 3 Wishes

Draco watched the fear displayed by the true celestials in utter disdain. These were the ones supposed to be above him? These were the ones he was supposed to beat? How laughable.

To be millions of years old yet still express fear… this was unworthy of his respect.

He just stood there in silence with Yapa analyzing everything around him with his shiny golden eyes, yet nobody even knew they existed.

They didn't make a sound, they weren't able to be seen, and not even their existence could be sensed, yet, they themselves could see everything.

Draco looked at the dozens of Dragons surfacing from white spheres in the sky, before them was a veil of sorts, a wall of fog that did not allow for one to see what was beyond.

All of this, was situated in a realm bigger than any Draco had seen. The dragons themselves were titanic, each one nearing the size of an entire planet, even so, there were dozens of them.

But, to Draco, whose disdain made him unhappy, they were just ants waiting to be slaughtered.

{Die}

Not even bothering to use chaos, Draco spelled out a word unheard by all, but its effects…

Oh, its effects.

Colossal dragons of fearful stature all fell to the ground, their bodies soulless, and their souls lifeless.

The true celestials who were still worrying about the next stages watched in disbelief as the menacing Dragons they didn't even pay attention to fell all at once, dead.

[You've been granted access to the next level] His system showed up to inform him that he could just pierce forward and transport himself to the next realm.

And Draco didn't think twice as his figure, that was invisible to all but Yapa, disappeared from its place.

Though the true celestials didn't know who it was that caused the death of the dragons, they knew one thing, and it was the fact that somebody had beaten them to it.

*ROOOOOAR*

Another round of dragons appeared, a group bigger than the others;

But, the true celestials and Yapa himself did not have time to waste over here as they launched themselves towards them.

Dragon after Dragon fell, as whoever killed one immediately headed towards the next level, not even waiting for others.

After all, this was a competition of speed; the first to beat the boss wins everything.

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The next level was grander than the first; it was bigger in stature, more colorful, and more pleasing to the soul.

Even Draco had to stop for a couple seconds to feel the air and enjoy himself, but, he immediately came to himself, knowing exactly what was happening.

"This realm isn't so simple, huh?" He understood.

He understood that the treasures distributed all around the realms, the view, the appearances, the atmosphere… everything was there to distract one and make them stop in their track.

Draco was amazed; this was a good idea. For even him to be so amazed by the atmosphere that he had to stop. It meant that this realm had something that was worth his time.

In fact, at this very moment, the system was, alongside Draco, thinking of ways they could use something like the treasure realm to their benefits.

"Conquer?" Draco smiled.

There were more uses to the realm than Draco had initially thought. He wasn't going to stop at just conquering it. The great plan that was forming in his mind currently, was still in its initial stages… but its final result was something grand, something magnificient, something so impossible to imagine, that it would raise Draco way beyond the pedestal of an anomalous monster.

This will make of him… A threat to all the galaxy, a threat to the realms beyond, and all the evil schemers that did not bother to pay attention to this little Playground named Plektoria.

Draco looked at the treasures once again, his greed burning him to snatch it all, to take it now and not miss this opportunity.

But Draco made it stop, he made it silent because… he was even greedier than that. He was greedier than even the deadly sin.

He… wanted to devour this whole realm, he wanted to gain whatever authority it was that made it able to spawn treasures… and take it for himself.

*Fwshh* *Fwsh* *Fwsh*

One after the other, the true celestials that Draco had left behind, alongside Yapa, entered the realm.

But, if Draco himself was stalled by the endless possibilities this realm promised, what about the true celestials.

As if struck by lightening, as if caught by an illusion… they couldn't move from their spot.

It wasn't for a couple seconds; it wasn't for a couple minutes… No! Even for the Oh so great true celestials, there wasn't a single one of them that had managed to escape the termptation of the treasure realm before at least an hour had passed.

This was the difference between them and Draco, this was the difference between an anomalous being and regular celestials.

Yapa was also caught by this illusion, but with a snap of Draco's finger, he regained his mind.

"Thank you, My Lord." Yapa genuinely expressed his gratitude. He was still someone Draco had blessed, so he wasn't going to drown in the temptations, but still, had Draco not helped, he didn't know how many hours or days it would have taken him to get out.

Looking behind him, Yapa was sorry for the high celestials and the lesser celestials that had yet to come.

But not even him knew that; nobody here was going to receive a good ending by the end of all of this.

Anyone, and everyone that had dared to touch or aim for one of the treasures in this realm, was going to be buried here.

The one who was going to do it was smiling evilly. Every second, every minute, and every hour he spent in this realm, the countless possibilities in his mind made his soul churn in anticipation.

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