Chaos Evolution: Only I Was Granted 3 Wishes

It's been 3 months since the competition ended, and Draco was in the secret realm his main body made in his estate, with chaos and origin revolving around him without causing the slightest disturbance within the realm he formed with an indestructible foundation.

Draco was rightfully not just a Lord right now but a fully fledged King of Essence with not one, not two, but 3 Law Essences of Chaos, Origin, and the Neutral Law;

Draco was now moving onto the last step before he started forming his Origin laws, and it was the filtration of all the other laws he had.

The process was the same as the previous time, when he was just fusing with them, as all he had to do was absorb them and then filter them before re-absorbing them again to fill the void caused by the filtration.

The process went on and on until he completely filtered the laws he was fused with and only completely pure Law Essence was making his body.

However, completely filtering Chaos took him a month and a half; Origin took him another month; and the other laws would definitely take him much longer.

Thus, he was looking forward to the expedition and what it would bring him.

Draco was once again heading to the core of the station for the expedition in an entirely different luxurious vehicle, driven by the guide that was sent the first time.

When he reached the Core of the station, he was once again led all the way to the inside but this time he flew to another path with the horses and met with the elders.

"Draco, you're here. Good, you were the last one we needed; we can move now." The deer elder, who had a stern look, was the only one Draco met when he came.

Draco dropped of the horse and went close to the elder and the two started moving towards another location Draco didn't know.

In fact, the elder was only moving to an empty area, and once there, he turned to face Draco.

"We will be teleporting to outside the station." The elder warned as a white flash took hold of them, only for them to appear slightly far from the station.

Draco looked back and then in front of him, and his face turned serious.

"Soldiers! We Move!"

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The prison's hellish wasteland quaked as Draco looked at the colossal army that was as big as the army of Fate that was coming for him, as he thought.

"Let's go, Draco. Don't pay too much attention to that projection; it's not going to do anything for now." The elder, who was standing with his hands behind his back, told Draco.

Draco heard his words and focused in front of him as the other elders were coming to stand beside them as all of them nodded when they saw him this time, showing their respect as this young lad won't take long to reach their level and even as he was now, he could definitely be counted as worthy of their nod.

The army that was floating on the sky started moving at many times the speed of light and Draco as well as the elders followed behind them.

"Did you get any information?" the deer elder asked.

"Yes, it seems there is an Origin Emepror Filthy standing guard in that area." the snakeman replied.

"What a hassle." The elder spoke as his expression turned slightly more serious.

Draco heard their words and got serious.

'An Origin Emperor Filthy, Huh?" Good enough as a reward.' he thought.

The group traversed the prison realm for quite a few days as the army couldn't directly teleport like Draco did, and they even encountered a few loose Filthy that the commander took care of with a single gaze.

Suddenly, after 13 days, Draco started noticing the realm changing on the edge of his senses as the ground was chaotic and obsidian with a slightly bluish luster could be seen with streaks of what he guessed was the Blue Lava running around it, albeit they were small.

As he approached more and more, he started sensing stronger and stronger Filthy with blue cracks all over their dark bodies and the streaks of blue lava getting larger and larger to the point where they sometimes formed small puddles that burst out from time to time.

Within that zone, Draco could see a larger and larger number of filthy people that got stronger as they got closer to a point where he started thinking that there were more Filthy than there were soldiers.

"Halt!" The commander's voice was like a thunderbolt reverberating through the prison realm as he led the army from the front.

The second the soldiers heard his voice, however, they stopped.

"We're getting closer to the zone. I believe you're well rested. From now on, there will only be killing and death!"

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" the excited reply of the soldiers once again shook the realm as the weak Filthy that were on the edge of the Banished's area were alerted.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" From the other end, the response of the stronger Filthy could be heard as the commander's voice was heard like thunder once again.

"Attack!"

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Without a single second of delay, the army moved faster than they ever did, aiming to kill as many filthy as they could.

Draco and the elders stood behind them without moving as they watched the army of soldiers attack.

"Draco." the deer elder suddenly called out as he looked at their soldiers moving.

Draco looked at him, and once the elder felt his gaze, he continued.

"I told you that you would be rewarded for your participation, but have I ever told you why you were chosen to participate?" he asked.

"No." Draco replied as he attentively listened.

"It's simple: we have an enemy we want to kill, and we want you to grow as fast as possible, as our monarch deemed you the only one that would be capable of doing so when you reach an origin emperor."

"And who is this enemy?" Draco asked, knowing the answer far too well.

"Fate." the elder replied as he turned to look at him with a stern look.

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