Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel-Chapter 737: Chiron Vs Heaven’s Tribulation

The heavens collapsed.

And then the thunder did not merely roar—it descended.

Bolts struck the earth in rapid succession, not singular lines but columns, each one detonating with divine force. The land ruptured as molten stone and spiritual fire exploded outward, carving a vast circular scar before the castle gates.

The air screamed.

At the center of the devastation, lightning twisted inward, compressing, folding upon itself, until it became form.

A figure emerged.

Not flesh.

Not fully real.

A holographic manifestation, forged of condensed thunder and divine will.

He stood barefoot upon cracked earth, robes flowing despite the absence of wind around him.

His attire was that of a monk. It was simple, layered cloth dyed in muted shades of pale azure and soft gold, edges embroidered with barely visible sutra-runes that drifted like slow-moving constellations.

His eyes were lightly closed, lashes casting calm shadows upon a face carved with serenity and ancient detachment.

His features were smooth, ageless—neither young nor old.

And on his forehead—

A mark. It was vertical and subtle.

Like a closed third eye etched into the skin itself, glowing faintly with inner light.

Energy radiated from him.

At first glance, it felt like spiritual power—refined, clean, harmonious.

But Chiron felt it instantly.

This was not spiritual energy.

It was Divine energy.

So pure.

So untouched.

So absolute—

—that the lustbloods behind the castle erupted into howls of terror, their savage roars collapsing into panicked screams. Massive beasts thrashed against restraints.

Even his blood pool boiled violently as instinct overrode conditioning.

Of course, divine energy was the exact bane of evil.

And Chiron thrived in evil.

Meanwhile, far beyond the castle, orcs fell to their knees.

Even the mortals chiron had kidnapped to worship him froze where they stood.

Even those miles away felt it—a suffocating pressure pressing down upon their souls, as though existence itself demanded submission.

It was incredible.

This single figure suppressed an entire land merely by existing.

The monk lifted a hand and slowly massaged his jaw, rolling his neck slightly as though loosening stiffness after sleep.

Then—

His eyes opened a fraction.

Not fully.

Just enough.

A thin line of light escaped his gaze.

"So," he said calmly, voice carrying effortlessly across the land, layered with distant thunder, "I have fallen into the mortal realm."

A faint chuckle followed.

"What a surprise."

He glanced at the sky, then the land, as though confirming something invisible.

"Heaven's will must truly wish me to accomplish something here."

At that moment—

Chiron stepped forward.

He had to.

From the moment he saw the figure, he knew that he could not avoid this battle. Everything he knew about Heaven's Tribulation would have to be thrown out of the window.

Heaven could have sent down any of its numerous plagues, but instead, it sent a person.

But not just any person. This was the avatar of a god.

The very personification of a god above.

Fate must really be fed up with him to have gone this far.

After all, Chiron knew that after ascending, gods were not allowed into the mortal realm again.

At best, they could use their god children to act here.

It was gor this reason that so many demi gods first established their different factions before aiming for godhood.

At least this way, they could be assured a constant source of faith that they could use to grow their divinity.

Yes, for those ones up there, believe was a currency.

Regardless, one had comebdown on their avatar form.

Even this should have consequences. But Fate must have influenced the conditions for such a thing to happen.

The instant the monk's gaze settled upon Chioron, the monk stiffened.

His eyes opened a touch more.

"…Madayaki?" he said slowly.

The name carried weight.

Then he paused.

"No," the monk corrected, studying Chiron with sharpened interest. "You are not him."

His brow furrowed.

"But you carry his aura."

Chiron did not say anything, only gathering his strength to fight.

The reason the monk called him madayaki was because Chirion has swallowed Manu, and now he had his presence.

But of course, manu carried his own father's magic in him.

And Madayaki was a huge threat in the heavens.

Choron could tell that he would have to give this battle his all.

The last fight he fought without care was the one against the seer.

Aura, Magic, Spiritual energy. Chiron knew he would have to use all of them.

As he did, the monk's fdivine energy rippled outward in response, the pressure intensifying for a heartbeat.

The monk exhaled.

"I was merely meditating in my Azure Lush Garden," he continued, voice thoughtful now, almost irritated. "When suddenly, Heaven tugged at my soul."

His gaze lifted skyward again. "So this is the reason."

Silence followed.

The thunder rumbled overhead, clouds spiraling tighter.

Chiron, standing amidst divine suppression that crushed others to dust, smirked.

Not wide, and not out of arrogance, but just enough.

How couldn't he?

After all, if he overcame this, the rewards would be earth shattering.

Gift from heaven's will because of the descent of a god? What good news that was to his ears.

His eyes gleamed with interest, calculation, and something dangerously amused.

How fortunate, he thought.

Heaven hadn't sent an executioner.

It had sent meat.

The Monk heard his words clearly.

A frowned appeared on his face. "It would seem that the ant thinks because his mandibles bite sugar, they can handle the skin of lion."

Chiron chuckled loudly. "A lion? Old man at best, you would be a chicken.

Hey, fun fact. Where I come from we eat chicken whenever we are celebrating."

Devil's touch leaked from Chiron's body like sweat, form a weapon.

The monk hissed. "You are interrupting tea time. This will be quick."

Whoosh.

Chiron's head moved to the right. Eyes widening in shock.

Boom

The castle behind was destroyed.

A cut appeared on Chiron's chin.

He had only barely dodged that attack.

No, not barely. The monk had missed.

"Hmmm, forgive me. I was only testing with that strike. As you know, its hard for me here in the mortal plane—like moving in mucky water. Now, let's try that again."