The Conquerors Path

778  Chapter 776-Changing In Many Ways.

Austinʼs POV:

The world seemed to twist around me, a sinking feeling as if the world was destroyed around me. I didnʼt know why it was happening but I Started to feel all the changes around me, laws of the world that I donʼt understand twirling around me, the identity that is mine blessing upon me, changing me in ways I canʼt place my mind on.

The divinity being born from powers I canʼt keep my eyes on started to fall into me, my mind was being forcefully twisted around and grown from my body. Everything around started to look new at me, and it wasnʼt just my mind, my body and existence as a whole started to be filled with the divine might of power that even I canʼt place my mind on.

ʼA power soft enough to embrace me yet powerful enough to destroy everything around me.ʼ

I thought, feeling this divine might that I havenʼt ever felt before. I have spent my fair share amount of time with the divine beings yet this divine power empowering me, changing me, is some kind of divine power that I canʼt even begin to understand in a sense, this divinity of my being superior to all the divinity that I have met around with.

A level of divine power that I could mark upon, it being at a level where I felt that it would take my life away in a second, the power feeling foreign yet familiar to me as it embraced me. The feeling of the blue that fought the corruption, the red of the corruption, the two of it combining inside me.

A hint of a purple power flashing within my body. Even with all the darkness in front of me, something within me deeply stirred, a memory that I had seen a long time ago, a memory I had seen when I had awakened my bloodline for the first time, a scene flashing in front of me, the scene of a man shooting towards the sky.

Tears of blood falling from his eyes as he shot that single arrow, the single arrow that had teared the hinges of reality and had almost ended this world and the reality that I lived in. The scenes flashing before my eyes and for the first time, a different clear scene played in front of me, the man facing the world with that single arrow.

And the mixture of the two, the bow and arrow made from the two goddesses in his hands, but what was different this time was the fact that I could see something more clearly this time. A purple light covering the man as he held the shot, and before I could blink, the light covered over the whole man as he shot that shot, tearing the whole world to death.

With it came several flashes to me, information I couldnʼt fully place my mind on, divinity of the corrupted trying to ruin my mind but it being held back by the gentle blue of order, and as the two started to fight against each other, the first of the info flowed into my mind.

ʼOrder and Chaos.ʼ

The blue that suppressed the order and the chaos that drove the greatest desire in the hearts of all living beings, the two combining to form the first basic power from which all other powers were born. First born was order and chaos and it divided to form the whole other different layers of power that came to rule over this world.

The worlds were created from the order and chaos but from what was the order and chaos born? From whom did order and chaos take the ability that defines them? And to me several thoughts, growth and enlightenment continued to be forced into my mind, along with it, my body was forced to grow too.

The moment the world twisted around me, a strange sense of weightlessness took hold, as if the very fabric of reality had unraveled. It was disorienting. I felt everything and nothing at once—like I was being drawn into the core of existence itself, where the laws of time, space, and power melded and fractured. My mind began expanding, not of my own will but by some external force, twisting, growing—warping. I could feel it, the divine essence within me blossoming and taking shape, though not in a way I could yet fully comprehend.

It was maddening, this feeling of being infused with something infinitely greater than myself. My body, my spirit, my very identity—everything I had known about who I was—was slipping away, replaced by something more primal, more ancient. The divinity that now pulsed through me felt both familiar and foreign, as though it had always been a part of me, lying dormant, waiting for this very moment to emerge. But what was it? This power wasnʼt like anything I had ever encountered before.

ʼA power soft enough to embrace me yet powerful enough to destroy everything around me.ʼ

I could feel it swirling inside, weaving its way through every fiber of my being—power beyond reason, beyond comprehension. It felt like two opposites clashing inside me, their energies fighting for control, yet also coalescing into something new. The gentle blue light that had always been a part of me—calming, orderly, filled with purpose—was now intertwined with the violent red of corruption, the chaotic force that had once threatened to consume me.

And then, there was something else—something deeper. A flicker of purple, like a shadow glimpsed in the corner of my vision, too quick to fully grasp. It surged through my veins, mixing with the blue and red, creating a sensation unlike anything Iʼd felt before. I could barely comprehend it, but it was there—settling within me, a strange balance between chaos and order, corruption and purity.

It felt like I was becoming more than just myself. More than just Austin. This power wasnʼt simply divine—it was something that transcended the ordinary concepts of divinity. It was raw potential, the source of both creation and destruction, the power to seduce and to annihilate. And then the memories flooded in.

Suddenly, I was no longer in that mental realm—no longer standing in front of my dark counterpart. I was transported into a memory, or perhaps a vision—one I had seen long ago when I first awakened the bloodline within me. There, I stood again, watching the same man I had seen before. The same man with eyes full of blood, tears streaming down his face, an arrow held tightly in his grasp as he aimed toward the heavens. But this time, I saw something more. I saw the man standing against something, the world rippling against him, there stood in front of that man two women of divine beauty that I couldnʼt take my eyes of, their expression being twsited.

The arrow that man had shot now being held with two pieces within their hands, their expressions speakingfor their grief. It was a force that tore through reality itself—a force that could destroy everything in its path. The two Goddesses had stopped its from taking everything down but at a cost, a very dear cost and now it was time for the sins to be paid off. The sky itself seemed to scream in agony as the two Goddesseswent forth, splitting the air, the earth, and even time itself.

The one that looked smaller had tears staining down her face as she extinguished the life of the man that took the shot, a guilt that couldnʼt be hidden at all.

And with that the scenes went away, my mind now being twsited into focus.

But why? Why me?

As these thoughts raced through my mind, a deeper understanding began to take root. I was no longer just a man grappling with the powers that had been thrust upon me. I was becoming something more—something new. I was evolving. My mind was growing, expanding beyond the limitations I had once known. I could feel the thoughts and emotions of beings far beyond my comprehension, the knowledge of gods and primordial beings flooding into my consciousness. It was as if I had unlocked a door that had been sealed for millennia, and now that door had swung wide open, allowing me access to secrets that no mortal—or even most gods—could ever hope to understand.

The power of seduction. The power of destruction. The power to bend reality to my will.

These thoughts swirled in my mind as I began to truly grasp what was happening. I had always known that power was seductive—that it could corrupt even the most noble of hearts. But this... this was something entirely different. This power wasnʼt just tempting—it was absolute. It was the power to shape the world as I saw fit, to control the very fabric of existence itself. It was the essence of what it meant to be divine, but it was more than that. It was the power to become something greater than a god—something beyond the petty rivalries and limitations of divinity.

And yet, as intoxicating as that power was, there was a part of me that resisted. A part of me that understood the danger of what I was becoming. Power, after all, was a double-edged sword. It could elevate, but it could also destroy. And if I allowed myself to be consumed by it, I would lose everything that made me who I was.

The faces of my family, my friends, the women who depended on me—all of them flashed before my eyes. I couldnʼt allow myself to be consumed by this power, no matter how seductive it was.

I had to control it. I had to find balance.