The throne room fell into silence.
Bill exhaled.
He nodded.
Arthur whistled. "Damn. That was easy."
Camila crossed her arms. "Then will you help us? The war isn't over."
Liam turned to his father. "I'm going with them."
King Bill's eyes hardened.
"You know what that means."
Liam's golden aura flared.
"I don't care."
His Eyes of Pride burned.
"I am the Sin of Pride."
King Bill exhaled.
"…Very well."
And with that
Liam joined the group.
The next day, they stood at the castle gates, preparing to leave.
Athena stood at the entrance, gripping her hands tightly, her golden eyes shimmering with sadness.
Liam patted her head. "Don't cry."
She sniffled. "I'm not."
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Why are you acting like we're leaving you behind?"
Athena blinked.
Arthur grinned.
"I talked to your dad. You're coming with us."
Her breath caught.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
"…Really?"
Arthur smirked. "I told you, didn't I? I keep my promises."
Athena launched herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.
Arthur blinked. "Whoa—"
Athena buried her face in his chest.
"…Thank you."
Arthur sighed, patting her head.
"You're gonna regret this. I'm annoying as hell."
She laughed through her tears.
They set off toward a new world.
As they traveled, Arthur turned to Camila.
"So, where to next? Another Sin?"
Camila shook her head.
"No. This time, we're not looking for a Sin."
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Then what?"
Camila's Eyes of Time glowed.
"We're going to find the Moon Clan."
Amelia frowned. "Moon Clan?"
Liam crossed his arms. "Espionage specialists."
Camila nodded.
"If we're going to win this war, we need more information on the Dark Clans."
Arthur stretched.
"So basically, we're going to find some ninja spies."
Camila sighed. "I wouldn't put it like that."
Arthur grinned.
"Oh, I would."
just like that
The real war continued.
The sky stretched endlessly, an ocean of swirling violet mist, broken only by the golden glow of floating palaces, suspended upon clouds like celestial islands.
Massive jade mountains pierced the heavens, their peaks hidden behind layers of divine fog.
The very air was thick with energy—a force that felt different from anything Arthur had encountered before.
It wasn't mana.
It wasn't divine power.
It was something older, something that rejected the laws of mortals, something that whispered of immortality and endless struggle.
This was a cultivation world.
A land where power was obtained not through birthright or luck—
But through endless training, brutal battles, and the ruthless pursuit of ascension.
And Arthur couldn't stop grinning.
"Oh, hell yes."
The Arrival of Sinners and Gods
Arthur, Amelia, Liam, Athena, and Camila stepped through the void gate, their feet landing on a floating stone platform suspended in the air.
Immediately, they could feel it.
The weight of this world's will.
This place did not recognize them.
It did not accept them.
It did not reject them either.
It simply watched.
As if testing whether they were worthy of stepping upon its land.
Amelia adjusted her coat, her Eyes of Lust flickering in the mist. "This place feels… strange."
Liam, standing beside her, nodded. His Eyes of Pride gleamed gold.
"This world is alive," he murmured. "It has its own rules."
Athena clutched Arthur's sleeve, her golden eyes flickering between awe and caution.
"I feel like something is pressing down on me," she whispered.
Camila took a slow breath.
"That's the world's spiritual suppression."
Her Eyes of Time rotated, scanning their surroundings.
"This realm does not allow the unworthy to rise. Only those who struggle against it can obtain true power."
Arthur's grin widened.
"Sounds fun."
A voice descended from the heavens.
"WHO DARES STEP INTO THE SACRED HEAVENLY DOMAIN?"
The mist parted.
And from the sky
They arrived.
A group of flying swordsmen streaked through the air, their robes flowing like waterfalls of silk, their auras pulsing with divine energy.
At their lead was a man with silver hair and golden eyes, his expression cold as ice, his blade gleaming with celestial light.
They hovered above the intruders, their gazes piercing.
Camila lifted a brow. "No welcoming committee?"
Arthur laughed.
The silver-haired man's expression did not change.
"This land belongs to the Immortal Sects. Outsiders are not welcome without permission."
Liam stepped forward, his divine aura clashing against the suppressive force of this world.
His golden eyes locked onto the cultivator's.
"And if we refuse?"
The man's gaze flickered.
he drew his sword.
The cultivator descended in a flash, moving faster than mortal eyes could follow.
His blade carried the weight of heavenly law, the sheer force of it carving the air apart as he aimed for Liam's neck.
But before the blade could land
Liam moved.
His golden aura flared, and his sword rose to meet the strike.
CLANG!
The shockwave shattered the floating platform beneath them.
The sky split open from the force.
The surrounding cultivators staggered back, their eyes wide in disbelief.
Liam held his ground, his divine energy clashing against the cultivator's sword aura.
For a moment
They were evenly matched.
Then—
Liam's Eyes of Pride blazed.
And suddenly
he was behind the man.
A single golden cut appeared across the cultivator's robes.
The silver-haired swordsman froze.
A thin line of blood traced his chest.
Liam exhaled. "You're strong."
The cultivator's fingers tightened around his sword hilt.
"You're not from this world," he whispered.
Liam smirked.
"No."
Arthur moved.
One of the younger cultivators
clearly some arrogant sect disciple—stepped forward, pointing at Arthur.
"Since when did we allow peasants in the Sacred Domain?" he sneered.
Arthur blinked.
Then—he grinned.
"Peasants?" he said, tilting his head. "Buddy, I'm literally a god."
The disciple snorted. "A god? In this realm? Don't make me laugh."
Arthur clapped his hands together.
"Oh, I wasn't asking for permission to make you laugh."
The world shuddered.
And suddenly
The arrogant disciple's mouth stretched into a ridiculous, uncontrollable grin.
His shoulders shook violently.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips.
Then another.
Then another.
before he knew it
He was laughing hysterically.
"WHAT… WHAT IS THIS?!" he screamed between gasps of laughter.
Tears ran down his face as he collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach.
He tried to stop
but he couldn't.
Arthur smirked.
"We're in a cultivation world, right?" he said, stretching his arms.
"Then let me introduce my own path. The Dao of Comedy."
The cultivators staggered back in horror.
Because Arthur was warping this world's laws.
This wasn't magic.
This wasn't divine power.
This was something worse.
Something this realm was not prepared for.
Arthur took a step forward.
he was wearing traditional cultivator robes, a long flowing beard, and a wide-brimmed hat.
He folded his arms behind his back.
"I've mastered the Grand Dao of Shenanigans," Arthur said with way too much seriousness.
Everyone just… stared.
Athena covered her mouth, barely holding in a laugh.
Amelia smirked. Liam let out a slow, tired sigh.
Camila shook her head. "Yeah. This is definitely gonna be a problem."
Arthur just grinned. "Oh, totally."
And that was it—
Boom. Cultivation world went straight into chaos.
The air was tense.
Liam was already scrapping with some silver-haired cultivator on a floating platform that didn't look too stable. The sect disciples all had their swords out, energy flaring, ready to throw down.
But before anyone could swing again—
An old man stepped forward.
He looked like your typical wise elder: long white beard, floaty robes, the whole deal. But his eyes weren't calm. They were wide. In awe.
He knelt.
In front of Arthur.
Everything froze.
Liam paused mid-swing.
Camila blinked. Athena's hand clenched. Amelia didn't move, but she was definitely watching closely.
This wasn't normal.
The old man bowed his head. Voice trembling.
"King of Chaos."
Arthur blinked. "...Huh?"
The words hit like a thunderclap.
Camila stepped forward slowly. "Wait, what are you talking about?"
The guy looked up, eyes lit with something close to fanatic.
"When I was a young disciple, I heard a story. A man who could twist reality for fun. Who treated realms like toys. Who bent the rules of the world just because he could."
His hand shook.
"They called him the King of Chaos."
Arthur's grin slipped a little.
"And you think I'm that guy?"
"What you just did—the way you warped reality for fun. There's no doubt."
The other disciples around them started whispering. Some looked confused. Others just looked scared.
Arthur scratched the back of his head. "Okay, but like… maybe you've got the wrong dude?"
"Wait," Camila cut in again, her Eyes of Time glowing. "Has anyone with the Eyes of Sloth ever shown up here before?"
Arthur paused.
He hadn't thought of that.
What if someone like him—maybe even stronger—had already been here?
The elder looked back up, still kneeling.
"My sect has been studying the echoes of the King of Chaos for generations. If it's truly you... we'd be honored to welcome you. All of you."
Arthur looked at him, then at his friends.
Then he sighed.
And smiled.
"Well. This just got interesting."
The world of cultivation was nuts.
Mountains so tall they stabbed clouds. Floating palaces glowing with light. Rivers made of pure energy. Old stone ruins humming with power.
Arthur looked around and just grinned.
He was loving it.
Thousands of cultivators trained nonstop.
Some stood on peaks, soaking in sky energy. Some zipped around on flying swords like they were in an anime. Others just straight-up punched giant rocks into dust.
Then one man under a waterfall screamed.
Boom.
Gold light exploded around him. He started floating. The sky rumbled.
He had just broken through.
Arthur's jaw dropped. "Holy crap."
He wanted to do that too.
His fingers twitched.
But then he scratched his head. "Uh. How do I actually do that?"
Mark chuckled. "You're not from here. Of course you don't know."
Arthur turned to him. "Alright then. Teach me."
Athena piped up. "Me too."
Amelia raised an eyebrow. "Could be useful."
Camila nodded. "It'll help me mess with time more accurately."
Mark looked at Liam. "And you?"
Liam just crossed his arms. "I'll watch."
Mark waved them down. "Sit."
They all dropped onto a jade platform, cross-legged.
"Close your eyes. Don't just breathe—feel. Let the world come in."
Arthur frowned but did it.
Nothing happened.
Something clicked.
He felt it.
Energy. All around. Inside him. Like a second heartbeat.
His grin came back.
"Oh yeah. This is great."
Liam stood still.
Didn't move.
Didn't need to.
Divinity was already in his blood.
he heard her.
"My child."
His breath caught.
He knew that voice.
The Goddess of Light.
"Awaken."
His eyes shot open.
And the mountain shook.
Light blasted from Liam.
Not normal light.
Divine.
People all over the sect hit the ground.
Mark stared. "This… this is impossible."
The sky bent. The air pulsed.
Liam stood in it like it was nothing.
Then, slowly, he pulled it all back.
Arthur cracked one eye open and grinned. "Man, that was dramatic."
Mark just stared at them. "You're not cultivators. Not really. You're something else."
Arthur shrugged. "That's fair."
Liam lit up the world.
Now Arthur wanted a turn.
He closed his eyes.
Let go.
And just
Drifted.
He floated beyond the sky. Beyond the world.
And landed in a burning wasteland.
Everything on fire. Sky torn apart.
in the middle
A throne.
Big. Black. Covered in blood.
A figure sat on it. Wrapped in fire.
The King of Wrath.
Waiting.
The King of Wrath's eyes burned like twin stars, his gaze sharp and piercing.
"You have already been marked by Sloth," he rumbled. "The King of Indolence has given you his third stage."
His voice carried the weight of ages, of battles that had shattered universes, of a fury so great it could erase history itself.
Arthur tilted his head.
"Yeah? What about it?"
The King's lips curled into a dangerous smirk.
"I will not be outdone."
Arthur blinked.
"…Huh?"
The King touched his forehead.
Power hit like a truck.
Arthur's brain flipped.
This wasn't fun anymore.
This was raw destruction.
His Eyes of Wrath burned. Literally.
for once
He wasn't smiling.
Back in the real world, things went sideways.
Arthur's power overflowed.
Reality cracked.
Rivers flowed up. Mountains turned into floating paint. People gasped for air.
Even Liam looked alarmed.
"Arthur."
"Yeah?"
"Stop."
"...Oops."
Camila stepped up.
Didn't say a word.
Just closed her eyes.
Time froze.
Everything.
She opened her eyes
And rewound everything.
The mountain reset.
Cracks gone.
The sky was calm.
Like nothing ever happened.
Mark dropped to his knees.
"This is… this is beyond everything."
Then it was Amelia's turn.
Her aura dropped like a nightmare.
Light didn't vanish
it just stopped existing.
People collapsed. Screamed. Saw their deaths, their worst fears, their worst selves.
Mark trembled. "Her power… shouldn't exist."
All over the realm, people felt it.
Ancient sects. Forgotten clans.
Messages went out.
"Three anomalies. Find them."
"Watch them."
"Or erase them."
Once everything calmed down, Mark looked at them.
"You're not cultivators. You're not supposed to be here. But you're here anyway. And you're gonna change everything."
Arthur grinned. "That's the plan."
Mark rubbed his temples. "Alright. If you're sticking around, you better understand how this place works. Power is everything. No exceptions."
Arthur crossed his arms. "Cool. Let's break more stuff."