Silence.

I stood before the tower, gazing at its ragged, surreal structure. It was massive yet unstable, as if its existence relied on constantly shifting rules. The energy flows I perceived through the Eye of Chaos had no logical pattern. The lines led nowhere, disintegrated, and reassembled, forming shapes that made no sense.

“Object Identified: ???”

“Analysis… Error. Incomplete Data.”

“Name: Tower of Chaos”

My Eye of Chaos trembled, and the hidden energy lines stretched out before me. I tried to trace them, but they were a tangle of unknown patterns, changing every second. The system spat out the name, but nothing else. No additional information. No descriptions.

I reached out my hand and touched the door. In that very moment, I felt a sudden wave of energy pierce through my body. The air around me swirled, reality cracked for a split second.

Before I could pull back, I was sucked inside.

There were no walls. No floor. Yet I stood. The darkness had no source, but it wasn’t absolute. I felt surrounded by something that existed beyond my perception. Every movement seemed both natural and improper to me.

Something twitched. It shook in my mind.

“Talent Holder of Chaos Identified. Synchronization Initiating…”

Pause. Distorted sound.

This wasn’t a normal message.

“… initiating unknown process… Initialization… Unknown Value… True Summoning Activated.”

Unknown value?

A wave of information exploded in my mind.

“Object: Tower of Chaos.”

“Access Restricted. Only for Talent Holders of Chaos.”

“Status: Unknown.”

“Functions: ???”

Pain spread across my skull, as if someone was forcibly injecting knowledge I previously didn’t possess. In an instant, everything became clear to me. I understood what this tower was.

It wasn’t an ordinary ruin. It was a tool whose operation was linked to chaos. The system clearly defined one thing – only a talent holder of chaos could enter here, and only they had the right to use its functions.

The reason was simple. I knew it. The structure of this tower didn’t conform to system rules. Anyone without an element of chaos within them would be rejected; their existence simply wouldn’t synchronize with this place.

Ordinary rulers had their temples, their summoning mechanisms based on understandable rules. But here? There was no pattern, no ready-made units, no parameters.

The tower didn’t summon. It created from chaos.

Something began to take fragments of my existence and weave them into the structure of the tower. I felt my own energy resonating with something greater, something I couldn’t fully comprehend. There was no window of choice. No parameters. Everything happened on its own.

“Initiating process… Lack of standard data… Random supplementation…”

Chaotic energies flared throughout the room, moving without any pattern. Power lines intertwined, disintegrated, and reconnected into entirely different forms, as if the place itself couldn’t decide what should be created. All energy streams gradually converged into one spot, swirling around an invisible point that began to take shape.

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I watched this phenomenon, feeling my consciousness immerse in the energy. Movements of light, discordant and irregular, began to absorb my attention in a way I didn’t understand. It wasn’t ordinary watching – I felt my mind synchronizing with the process, as if becoming part of the act of creation.

I felt as though a completely new path of understanding energy was opening before me. As if I had glimpsed something that had previously remained beyond my perception – a hidden pattern in chaos, meaning in the tangled weave of forces. I knew this was my chance. If I let it pass, I might never have the opportunity to understand this phenomenon on such a deep level again.

Without hesitation, I activated my Eye of Chaos and used Basic Energy Analysis to understand and memorize as accurately as possible what was happening before me. My thoughts merged with the energy, examining each flow, analyzing the way it changed, split, and reconnected. It wasn’t mere observation. It was an immersion into the very foundation of chaos.

At that moment, my head exploded with pain. It was as if someone had poured raw, unprocessed knowledge into it, which hadn’t yet found its place. Chaos. An endless amount of information bombarded my mind, each piece conflicting with the other, each trying to impose its own order.

I felt like I was about to burst.

Blood began to seep from my eyes, but I didn’t stop. Despite the throbbing pain and the darkness that started to cloud my consciousness, I continued to use the Eye of Chaos and Basic Energy Analysis. I delved deeper into the energy structure, trying to understand its nature, to discern its foundation.

And then the light flashed even brighter.

My knees buckled beneath me, and I collapsed heavily to the ground, shaken and exhausted. Blood dripped onto a surface I couldn’t even identify. I was breathing heavily, trying to gather my thoughts, but my body and mind were drained.

Pulsating light spread around me.

When the light faded, I reached a trembling hand to my face, wiping my eyes filled with blood. I was breathing heavily, and my vision gradually regained its sharpness.

The system suddenly spoke.

“True Creation Complete. Unit Status: Unstable. Anomaly detected in ability structure.”

And then I saw it.

In the place where chaotic energies had previously gathered, a dark, undefined form was now pulsating. The contours distorted and trembled, as if reality hadn’t yet decided what to become. Then, suddenly, they took shape.

A tall silhouette emerged from the swirling energy.

He was a man. Tall, well-built, his posture emanated strength and confidence. His energy bore subtle traces of chaos energy, pulsating as if in response to the surroundings. His black, slightly tousled hair and intense gaze gave him a rugged yet unnervingly calm expression.

He didn’t hold a weapon.

And yet, there was no confusion in his eyes. He didn’t look like he was missing anything. On the contrary – his hand twitched slightly, and fragments of chaotic energy began to gather around it.

I held my breath as particles of light and shadow started to form something larger. The energy swirled, twitched, and after a moment, materialized in his hand as a long blade.

It was massive, black, emanating a pulsating aura. It didn’t look like a weapon forged by human hands – more like something born from pure chaos.

The man looked at the blade with slight surprise.

“Like this time?” – he muttered under his breath, as if unsure of what to expect.

Before I could speak, the blade changed. In an instant, it was covered with icy coatings, only to flare up red like liquid metal a split second later. The man squinted his eyes and gave a slight smile.

“Well, as usual.”

I watched this cautiously.

“Who are you?” – I finally asked.

The man looked up at me, tilting his head slightly.

“Good question.” – he replied with a hint of amusement in his voice. “I am what you created.”

I glanced at his blade again.

The dark blade trembled once more and, after a second, completely disintegrated, vanishing without a trace.

The warrior sighed and relaxed his shoulders.

“Well… time for another attempt?” – he said, extending his hand, in which the energy began to gather again.

I felt the tension rising. I had created something… conscious. It wasn’t a mindless entity subservient to the system, nor was it a thoughtless creation made to follow commands.

“You’re… real?” – I posed the question before I could think twice.

The warrior looked at me as if I were an idiot.

“What else should I be?”

The hero squinted his eyes.

“The system says nothing about you. It provided no information, no statistics. It’s… different from anything I’ve seen so far.”

The man raised an eyebrow, then spread his arms.

“You have me. I don’t know what I am. I don’t know how it works. But one thing is certain.”

He looked at his empty hand, then summoned the blade again, which this time had a jagged, almost organic structure. The weapon pulsated, as if it were breathing. The warrior gave a slight smile.

“It won’t be boring.”