Once more, sitting cross-legged on Chaos Boulder, James gazed at the texts of the Chaos Sacred Art before him. They bore some resemblance to the texts of the Doom Race but were distinct and unique in their own way.

‘The Chaos Master used Chaos Power to record his words, which are his chronicles of the mysterious voices he

learned, the Nine Voices of Chaos,” James murmured softly.

Then, he closed his eyes and began to ponder deeply. The mysterious voices echoed incessantly in his mind, and the characters changed slightly with each echo.

James continued to immerse himself in studying the Chaos Sacred Art. Each word seemed to have a distinct inflection, and he gradually grasped the essence of the various voices.

James suddenly opened his eyes, unaware of how many years had passed.

entire body as he opened his mouth and spoke. The voice that left

buried under the weight of this mysterious

and opened it once more. The second

the three voices. He could sense

mountain, and smiled as he observed the countless soundwaves appearing around Mount Yaneiri. He exclaimed, ‘The Chaos Sacred Art is truly

Voices of Chaos are ever-changing, and each voice represents an ultimate power. Different combinations of voices embody various abilities, they can extinguish the body,

it was surprising that James could comprehend three voices in such a short

who do you think has a greater potential between the both of you and compared to him, who is more likely to step into the

remained silent. This question had never crossed his mind

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