Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls-Chapter 398: Total Purification of Skaldi
The silence that followed was not immediate.
First came the crack.
Then, thousands of them.
The ice that covered Skaldi—an ice that belonged to no season, no climate, no natural logic—began to break apart from the inside out.
The frozen black witches did not scream.
They did not plead.
They didn't even have time to understand.
The ice exploded from their mana cores, transforming each body into a constellation of crystalline fragments that dissolved into thin air like white dust.
And then… everything died.
The black magic vanished.
The invocations faded.
The distortions of Chaos ceased.
The sky of Skaldi, once torn by arcane lightning, became an absolute white, like a blank canvas.
Kael hovered at the highest point of the firmament.
The shadows no longer supported him—he simply existed there, as if the sky had accepted his weight.
His newly created body radiated a silent cold. The ice emanated from him not as magic, but as authority. Half of his hair, once red as living blood, was now white as ancient snow—not dyed, but transformed.
He closed his eyes for a moment.
And then he felt it.
The souls.
All of them.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
The black witches hadn't just died—they were erased as independent entities, their bonds broken, their anchors undone.
Kael opened his hand.
The ice around the kingdom vibrated.
And the souls came.
Not in the form of light. Not as screams. Not as resistance.
They came like an inescapable river, drawn into him as if they had always belonged to that place.
Kael absorbed it all. No rush. No effort. No pleasure.
Just… necessity.
The moment the last soul was assimilated, the System reacted.
Not timidly. Not cautiously.
But with a deluge of notifications.
The messages appeared before Kael like an entire sky of text, layer upon layer, automatically rearranging themselves so that his mind could keep up.
[World Event Completed: Extinction of the Black Witches – Skaldi]
[Event Classification: Catastrophic / Irreversible]
[User Participation: 100%]
Kael raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Catastrophic…" A minimal, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his face.
[You exterminated 1,842 Black Witches]
[You exterminated 17 Archwitches]
[You exterminated 3 Entities Anchored to Chaos]
The next messages came slower.
Heavier.
As if the System itself was… choosing the words.
[You absorbed 1,842 Corrupted Souls]
[You absorbed 17 Superior Souls]
[You absorbed 3 Fragments of Chaotic Will]
Kael felt something rearrange itself within him.
Not pain. Not pleasure.
But density.
[Absorbed souls were automatically purified by the Divine Body of Celestial Chaos]
[Conversion completed]
And then… the numbers began.
[+4,200 points in STR]
[+4,200 points in VIT]
[+3,800 points in INT]
[+4,500 points in AGI]
Kael felt the world seem… smaller.
[Ability Evolved]
[Mastery of Chaos → Sovereignty of Chaos]
The text trembled slightly as it appeared.
[Sovereignty of Chaos]
[You don't just manipulate Chaos—you decide its form, its function, and its end.]
[Passive Effects:]
– Chaos can no longer corrupt the User
– Chaos-based spells below Divine level are automatically nullified
– Chaotic Entities recognize the User as a Higher Authority
Kael took a deep breath.
The air froze.
[Title Obtained]
["Extinguisher of Bloodlines"]
[Description: You extinguished an entire faction from existence. History will reorganize itself to accommodate your absence.]
[Effect: +30% damage against organized entities, cults, sects, and magical orders]
The System did not stop.
[Title Obtained]
["Era Embodied"]
[Description: You declared an Era… and the world responded.]
[Effect: Your words carry historical weight. Statements made by the User can generate irreversible events.]
Kael let out a low laugh.
"So that's it…"
[Recognized Authority]
[The Ice Age was recorded in the World Records]
[Duration: Indeterminate]
Finally, one last message appeared.
Not large.
Not flashy.
But… personal.
[System: Kael Scarlet]
[Current Status: Anomalous Class Entity – Independent Authority]
[Note: The User can no longer be evaluated by normal parameters.]
The text slowly disappeared.
The sky remained white.
Skaldi was in absolute silence.
Kael observed the frozen realm below him—not with pride, nor with guilt.
Just with clarity.
The person who had thrown him into the core was still out there. Somewhere. Watching.
He clenched his fist.
The ice responded.
"You can hide," it murmured, its voice echoing through layers of reality. "You can run." Its red eyes—now pierced by white reflections—gleamed with pure intent. "I will find you."
Kael remained suspended in the white sky for a few more seconds.
Skaldi's silence was not peace—it was submission.
The ice didn't creak.
The wind didn't blow.
Not even the world dared to move without permission.
He slowly closed his eyes.
He felt his new body.
He felt the different weight of his own existence.
He felt the absurd density of everything that was now part of him—souls, chaos, authority, history.
And then… he spoke.
"System."
The word wasn't a call.
It was a casual order, like someone asking to open a door that already belonged to them.
"Show my status."
"Everything."
There was a fraction of a second delay.
Not due to a malfunction.
But because the System needed to reorganize its own interface for something that no longer fit into common molds.
Then, the world around Kael seemed to fade slightly.
And the tab opened. [FULL INTERFACE]
[User: Kael Scarlet]
[Species: Anomalous Entity]
[Existential Class: Independent Authority]
[Status: Alive / Divine Body of Celestial Chaos]
[Existential Age: Reincarnated — 10 years]
[BASE ATTRIBUTES]
[STR — Strength: 7453]
[VIT — Vitality: 7520]
[INT — Intelligence: 7120]
[AGI — Agility: 7920]
[RES — Corruption Resistance: ∞]
[CHA — Existential Influence: ???]
[System Note: Some attributes are no longer quantifiable.]
[RESOURCES]
[HP: Irrelevant — Divine Body Regenerates by Authority]
[MP: Incalculable — Internal Source of Chaos]
[Stamina: Concept] [Obsolete]
[MAIN ABILITIES]
– Sovereignty of Chaos (Divine)
– Swordsmanship (Master)
– Ice Age (Registered Authority)
– Absolute Shadow Mastery
– Existential Regeneration
– Soul Devourer (Permanent Passive)
– Host Intent Perception
– Inferior Magic Nullification
– Conceptual Freeze
[AUTHORITIES]
– Hunting Authority (Evolved)
– Authority over Chaos
[ACTIVE TITLES]
– Hunting Authority
– Bloodline Extinguisher
– He Who Devours Chaos
– Incarnate Era
– Uncatalogueable Entity
[LINKED SOULS (BEAUTIFUL SOULS)]
– Eva
– Elion
– Eleonor
– Exelia
– Irelia
– Amelia
– Sylphie
[Passive Effect: Mental Stability + Growth] [Synergistic]
SYSTEM WARNING
[User has exceeded multiple security limits.]
[Divine Monitoring: ACTIVE]
[External Observers: INCREASING]
The interface remained open.
Kael read everything in silence.
There was no shock.
There was no euphoria.
Just… confirmation.
"So that's it," he murmured.
He closed the tab with a mental gesture, like someone closing a book already read.
The pressure of the world slowly returned. The white sky remained still. The frozen kingdom remained kneeling beneath its existence.
Kael turned his face slightly, his eyes scanning invisible layers of reality—searching for the flaw, the absence, the point where someone strong enough could hide.
"So there are already people watching me," he said, to no one in particular. "What a joke."
The ice below responded with a distant crack.
"Now…" A cold, dangerous smile appeared on his face. "What do I do with this place?"
Kael kept his gaze fixed on the horizon for a few more seconds.
Then he decided.
There was no announcement.
No dramatic gesture.
The decision simply… happened.
The cold that covered Skaldi responded immediately.
First, it was almost imperceptible—a subtle tremor in the ice, as if the entire kingdom had held its breath. Then, the impossible began.
The ice began to move.
Not melting.
Not breaking.
Moving.
Slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, entire rivers of ice began to detach themselves from the ground, from the mountains, from the walls, from the roofs of the frozen cities. They didn't fall—they rose. They rose in colossal spirals, like crystalline serpents being pulled by an absolute force in the sky.
The entire Ice Age… responded to its creator.
Kael opened his arms.
Not like a wizard conjuring.
But like someone accepting something that had always belonged to them.
The residual core of Chaos, spread across Skaldi like a silent infection, was ripped from the earth. Black and white veins emerged in the plains, in the forests, in the frozen lakes—lines of pure energy being sucked upwards, all converging to a single point.
For him.
The sky began to spin.
White clouds broke into slow spirals, revealing a blue forgotten hours ago. The atmospheric pressure gradually normalized, as if the world were relearning to breathe.
Kael felt Chaos enter him.
Not as violence.
Not as pain.
But as a return.
It was different from the core.
More raw.
More dispersed.
A residual Chaos, without will, without intention—just raw energy left behind by rituals, deaths, and corruptions.
He absorbed it all.
Every fragment.
Every residue.
Every mark left by the black witches.
The Divine Body of Celestial Chaos reacted like a hungry abyss, reorganizing, purifying, assimilating. The ice that rose to it did not remain solid—upon touching its presence, it dissolved into particles of white and black energy that merged with its existence.
The mountains began to reappear.
First the peaks.
Then the slopes.
Then the forests.
The ice receded like an obedient tide.
Cities emerged intact, as if preserved within crystal. Roofs were freed from the absolute white, streets reappeared, watchtowers once again saw the sky.
And the weather… returned.
The deadly cold disappeared.
The wind returned—cold, yes, but natural.
The snow fell again—light, ordinary, honest.
The sky recovered the gray and blue tones typical of Skaldi.
The Ice Age wasn't undone.
It was ended.
Recorded.
Consumed.
Absorbed back to its point of origin.
Kael slowly closed his arms.
The last fragment of ice rose to him—a colossal mass that compressed into a single point of cold light… and then disappeared inside his chest.
Silence.
This time, a true silence.
Kael felt the weight of the kingdom readjust.
The local laws stabilize.
The reality stop screaming.
He exhaled slowly.
The air didn't freeze.
That, in itself, said it all.
Down below, survivors began to emerge from shelters, towers, ruins. Allied witches, soldiers, civilians. All looked to the sky—to the figure that still hovered above them, enveloped in an aura too cold and serene to be called human.
Kael looked at Skaldi one last time.
Not as a savior.
Not as a king.
But as someone who had finished a job.
"Done," he murmured, more to himself than to the world.
The System reacted discreetly.
[Regional Event Completed: Total Purification of Skaldi]
[Chaos Residue: 0%]
[Existential Stability: Restored]
Kael didn't answer.
He was already looking beyond.
To deeper layers.
To observers who hadn't yet revealed themselves.
To the invisible woman who laughed as she pierced him.
A slow, dangerous smile appeared on his face.
"Now that's more like it," he said softly, as he began to slowly descend from the sky.
"I just need to find the king now, and then that wretched woman."
